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I had planned on posting this over the weekend, but a little eight year old prevented me!

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Now, lets got on to the super normal wedding of Bucky Barnes and Maria Hill!

Maria stood as still as she could as one of the agents laced up the corset of her dress and another added some final details to her hair. There was a bit of turbulence in the quinjet, making one of them tell the new pilot off - it wasn't exactly his fault; Maria did have the experienced pilot helping her with her hair.

"What's the time?" Maria inquired, hoping she wasn't going to be late for her own wedding.

"I've just spoken to Romanoff, she's got it all covered for when we arrive in a few minutes," the agent lacing up the back of her dress informed her patiently - for the third time.

Maria smiled as her hair was finished and shown to her in a mirror. "It's perfect," she decided - to be honest with herself, as long as it didn't look like she had come directly from being caught up in a shooting match during a mission, then she would have been happy, but she was actually starting to look like she had spent hours on her appearance, instead of the thirty-one minutes in the quinjet, which was supposed to have been forty-eight minutes.

Going the extra mile, a few photographs were taken of her before the pilot returned to the cockpit. "We're two minutes out."

"You're laced up," she was then informed.

Maria let out a breath of relief before lifting up her dress and checking that the bandage on her leg was holding up. She didn't want to bleed on this dress - after all, it was one of S.H.I.E.L.D's selections for undercover missions; the dress she had chosen was with her maid-of-honour who was probably ready to murder her for being late. Natasha had never been patient with this sort of event.

Suddenly, she noticed her feet. "Have Romanoff ready with my shoes," she ordered, taking off the socks which were currently hiding her recently manicured toes. She couldn't exactly walk down the aisle with her boots on, now, could she?

For the first time, she dared to look at the time herself as they began to descend. She was already fourteen minutes late for the actual ceremony. Even though she was late and ready to run out of the quinjet before it had even landed, when the door opened and she could leave, she didn't.

"Good luck, Agent Hill," one of the other agents said with a huge grin. It was then that she looked at the three of them. Agent Manda, Agent Ingles and Agent Cooper. The three without whom she wouldn't have made it here, and might have been more seriously injured than a small cut to the leg.

"Ready when you guys are," Maria decided, igniting some shocked and confused looks. "You three deserve to be at my wedding - two of you have known me longer than my own soon-to-be husband."

"We'd be delighted, but we're not exactly dressed for it."

Maria chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous, Ingles, I don't care what you wear. Now, come on, I don't want to keep everybody waiting even longer."

The three of them stood up with haste, and she noticed the discreet attempts to make themselves look more presentable, which only made her smile grow. She then stepped out of the quinjet, feeling one of them lift her dress so it wouldn't touch the dirty ground. She hadn't even managed three steps before her maid of honour called out.

"It's about time! This is the last time I agree to be anybody's maid of honour, or even a bridesmaid, or even… turn up to a wedding," Natasha informed her. Her head cocked to the side slightly. "I remember that dress - I used it for my fake wedding to Clint."

Maria chuckled; she remembered that day very much. Natasha had only been with them for a few months and it was still uncertain whether or not she'd turn on them. But they'd needed a wedding in a particular venue, as newly-wed couples were being killed. They had used her, under the name Nadine Romans, and Clint as Clint Brians. Even though Maria was sure Natasha was unaware, the two aliases were still alive and still married with an apartment - maybe she should mention that sometime. She shrugged it off. "That was a very exciting wedding to attend. Shoes?"

Natasha nodded before helping her put the shoes on the second they entered the building before turning her attention to the three dirty and slightly bloodied agents. "There are spare chairs on the left side at the back - go take a seat."

The three agents grinned and followed the instructions given. "Thank you," they muttered enroute.

"Thank you, Nat," Maria said honestly. "For everything."

"I'm just glad you turned up," Natasha replied with a teasing smile. "I would have hated having to announce that."

Maria chuckled, not caring that they were making themselves even later. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"In the old days, you wouldn't dream of having a wedding," Natasha pointed out; it was entirely teasing, but Maria knew there was some seriousness in the phrase. Natasha was somebody who was very set on her ways; since she had been allowed to make her own decisions, she stuck to whatever decision she made, even if it was the wrong one. Maria still remembered the former Soviet assassin taking an entire year of cooking lessons even though she was naturally a better cook than the teacher, all because she told somebody she couldn't cook when they asked her if she wanted to attend a baking session with them. Natasha never attended a baking session with the other agent, even after she had completed her cooking course, but she never said since that she couldn't cook.

"Back then," she started, trying to control the smile on her lips, "I couldn't imagine that there would be anybody who I truly cared about so much, that I'd rather see them happy. Besides, it's just a bit of paper; it's meaningless, so what's the harm in getting it?"

Natasha nodded slowly. "I hadn't thought about it in that way."

Maria rested a hand on her shoulder. "Well, think about that later; it's time for me to get married."

With that sentence, Natasha instantly turned away and indicated that they were ready, she turned back to Maria. "The flower girls," meaning Arianna and Selina, "have already gone and used all of their flowers," she informed her before heading out of the door and making her way down the aisle.

Maria chuckled at that before peeking through the door. There were only forty-four guests - now forty-seven - as they wanted it to be intimate. However, Maria couldn't help the pang of hurt that neither of her parents were alive to see this day happen. They would have been really happy, tears in their eyes, her dad would have even warned Bucky that if he ever hurt her, there'd be hell to pay. But they weren't, and that wouldn't happen. Instead, she'd be walking down the aisle, alone, to the rest of her life.

Opening the doors, she stepped into the room as the music started and almost lost her breath; this was really happening. The giant and highly relieved smile from Bucky seemed to be the only thing she could focus on. As she slowly walked down the aisle, she tried to take everything in: the guests who had stood for her, the contrast between the put-together guests and the last three arrivals, the array of colours the guests had chosen to wear, the petals on the floor, with one big lump right next to Rhodey. There was so much to take in, but that only received about five percent of her attention; the rest of it was on Bucky. Him. Her eyes could barely tear away from his as they got closer and closer, until finally, she was right there with him.

As she placed her hand in his, she wondered why she had never wanted to get married before, why she had ever wanted to skip this moment in her life, what reason there could have been. All in all, she was glad that hadn't happened, that she had said yes and was right here, right now, with the man she loved more than anybody else. The man she would spend the rest of her life with.

Natasha watched Maria and Bucky dance, badly but energetically, to Ronan Keating's 'I Love it When We Do', when she noticed Steve on the phone. Not only had he nearly been later than Maria to the wedding, but now he was on the phone at the beginning of the reception.

She passed Clint and Laura on the way to Steve, offering them a smile. "Steve," she whispered, and when he put up his finger to ask her to wait a second, she frowned. After three seconds of waiting patiently, she grabbed his extended finger and bent it back painfully.

"Nat, hold on," he grimaced, ignoring the pain as he continued with his call. Finally, he ended the call and looked at her, a little angry. "What are you doing?" He said, pulling his hand away from her.

"Me? What are you doing?" Natasha demanded. "It's your best friend's wedding and you're in the corner on the phone."

Steve took a breath. "It's a long story, but I have to go."

Natasha felt the anger rising up in her. "Go? You turned up late, unable to offer the support you were supposed to. You haven't even been here an hour! Your best friend, brother has barely finished his first dance and you're leaving?"

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I don't want to, but I have to…"

Shrugging off his hand, she took a step back, knowing there was a hateful and probably disgusted look on her face. "That's bullshit, utter bullshit," she remarked before turning on her heel and walking off - and that was one big reminder why she would never get married: men were dicks.

Steve had left shortly after that after taking to Bucky briefly. The look on Bucky's face, the slight deflation of it, made her anger rise up and then fall. Natasha's first instinct was anger when it came to her emotions; she would never choose to let her soft side show, to let her sadness or hurt show. Bucky, however, waited until Steve had left before the sadness sunk in for a moment. He seemed to recover quickly, instead becoming a bit more latched onto Maria, but not overly so.

If Natasha had been in Bucky's place, she would have preferred to let her anger show over the situation, and wouldn't have cared about anybody else's feelings. Bucky, however, was more thoughtful, and it seemed that Maria had been none the wiser to the situation - right now, anyway.

She needed something to distract herself, and that's when her eyes fell on an ill-looking Chloe. Her oldest daughter had been off lately, she knew that, but she had been dismissing it due to her own business. However, she looked worse as she ran out of the room. Immediately, she followed her oldest, her eyes flickering to Laura as she went past - but quickly dismissed that idea, Chloe wasn't that stupid. "Chloe…" she began, as she entered the bathroom, which Chloe hadn't locked.

Chloe looked to her in light surprise, but as soon as they made direct eye contact, her eyes began welling up as she bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

Suspicion filled her, but she held it back, keeping her voice calm, though, she didn't hide the concern. "What's wrong?"

"I… I don't know how it happened. I hadn't even thought that it could have been possible. We used protection, I swear, I know we did. Most of the time at least, but this thing… I didn't think it would happen at all, and it was only when you said that Laura was pregnant that I began to realise that I was late for my period and… I'm so sorry, I didn't plan this, I didn't want to be this… to be a screw up."

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" Natasha asked evenly, knowing that her real reaction to this situation would not help.

"I… took a test and it said I was, and all my symptoms match," Chloe answered nervously.

Natasha took a breath in, held it for a few seconds, and released it. "I will set up an appointment with a doctor, and we'll work this all out together," she finally replied. She needed more time to think all of this through, and until they had it confirmed by a doctor, there was no real need to discus all of the options and make sure that Chloe considered all of them. Even though Natasha had a strong opinion about what she should do anyway, it would have to be Chloe's decision and she didn't want to influence it. "Have you told Peter yet?"

Chloe looked at her with mild surprise but nodded. "Yeah; two days ago, when I found out."

The day after Howie's birthday, when they found out that Laura was pregnant - it could be a sympathetic pregnancy, or a false positive. "Okay. Let's go back to the party and try to enjoy it. This will be the only wedding they have," Natasha said, hoping she was right about the latter part of the statement. She placed a supportive hand on Chloe's lower back as she handed her some tissues.

"Thanks," Chloe replied softly, dabbing her eyes before walking out, straight over to Selina.

Natasha took an extra few seconds to compose herself before walking over to the new bride and groom to see how everything was going.

Bucky hadn't even noticed that so much time had passed until he saw how sleepy some of the kids were getting - Selina and Nate were laying on the ground next to each other fast asleep, for starters. The reception had been a blur, it seemed - so much happiness and excitement all at once, going so quickly he could have sworn they'd just arrived.

Although Steve had left the reception early - and damn, that had hurt, but Bucky was still holding out hope that Steve really was working on something that needed him to leave right away - Bucky was still having the time of his life; as long as Maria was beside him, laughing and enjoying their first hours as a married couple, he was pretty sure he'd be happy even if everyone else ditched them.

Their first dance had been a bit awkward, as Bucky wasn't a phenomenal dancer, but it had been so amazing all the same. Then the various little games that receptions just weren't complete without, then the tossing of the bouquet (Wanda did end up catching it, he noted with a smirk). And it all felt like it would go on forever and simultaneously still had yet to truly get started. But kids were a good gauge of time, and Selina and Nate, after dancing adorably to a few of their favourite songs and stealing the dance floor, were passed out cold on each other in Laura's lap.

"Is it really that late?" He asked unbelievingly after he finally looked at his watch. How had it gotten to be nine already?

Maria casually looked at the time, her eyes widening ever so slightly. "It appears that it is - I'm definitely ready to retire to bed with you."

He laughed at that before turning to look out over the guests again. Not a lot of them, sure, but these were only their closest of friends and family, and the fact that there were so many of them was heartwarming. Bucky couldn't help the swell of pride that came with knowing that he was finally in a good place, surrounded by the finest people he'd ever known.

Still, all sweet moments had to end at some point, and so he reluctantly announced to the guests that they would be ending the reception. He chuckled at the mothers of young children who sighed audibly in relief.

He turned back to his wife. "Come on," he beckoned with a wide smile, leading the way to their room for the night - in the morning they'd pack up and fly out to Spain for their honeymoon.

As they navigated the halls, he reached out and took Maria's hand. "How are you feeling?" He asked curiously. She seemed just as thrilled as he was, but more easily able to control it.

"Happy," she answered simply before adding to her answer. "Tired." And then, as she leant against him, her head on his shoulder, she added again, this time her voice soft and barely above a whisper, "just unbelievably happy."

His grin widened and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. Wasn't very practical for walking, but he didn't care, and he was sure she didn't, either. "Me too."

And even though it was expected and presumed that they would consummate the marriage with sex, the two of them simply climbed into bed together and held each other close until they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Thank you very much for reading! I hope you liked the super normal wedding :D