"Yes, I too would like to hear the answer to that question." Alexei said, standing up and crossing his arms as a form of intimidation.

I snorted at the sight, knowing Bucky is at least two heads taller than Alexei, and way stronger than him too.

"Don't be rude, Bunny." Bucky whispered amused. "I'm not being rude, I simply sneezed…" I whispered back amused.

"Dad, quit acting like that. You and everyone else in this room knows you're not going to do a thing to either of them. Besides, we need to hear what Barnes has to say first, then we can proceed to kick his ass." Yelena said, with a scoff.

Before anyone could say anything else, I interrupted. "Bucky and I talked last night… We decided we want to get married." I said, causing everyone to gasp and sputter.

Clint smirked at Nat as she sighed, and pulled out a wad of cash, smacking it into his waiting hand, before pouting.

"So, when exactly is the wedding?" Melina asked, excitedly.

I felt as Bucky wrapped his arm around me, pulling me flush against him.

I looked up at him with a small smile, as his hand slowly went down to my stomach.

"There won't be a wedding. At least not a big one..." I finally said.

He raised a brow at me, curiosity shining in his bright blue eyes.

"Why ever not, Arianna?" Melina asked, disappointed.

Nat smiled, in understanding, as everyone waited for me to respond.

Yelena laughed, "Vegas? Please say yes!" She begged.

I sighed, looking at Bucky for help.

"And get married by the fat 'Elvis Presley' and Cher impersonator?" I asked her amused.

"Yeah, you know people are always going and having mock weddings there… those are always fun to attend those." Yelena said amused.

"Fake? Lenny, those weddings are real." I informed her.

"Seriously? No, I don't— I don't think so. Wait, if that's true then... Oh shit, then I should call Andy… She and Keith were there a week ago." She muttered.

"Yes, Yels, those weddings are definitely real." Nat said, smirking at her.

"I always thought they were fake…" She muttered, shaking her head, before looking towards us amused as something occurred to her. A wide smile spreading on her face. "If those things are real. Then shouldn't you two forget about getting married again?" She asked, turning to us.

I frowned, "Again? What do you mean again?" I asked, growing anxious.

"Well, remember Nat and Clint's dual bachelor and bachelorette parties in Vegas?" She asked, amused.

I nodded, inconspicuously moved my hand to touch the place where the tattoo was located.

"Well, you two had one of those, well, we were all there… I've got the rings and everything back at my place. I thought you'd want to keep them for, you know, the memories." She shrugged.

"What? No. I would remember that. We never went to a chapel that night…" I muttered.

"Yes, we did. We were all there." She confirmed, crossing her arms.

I blinked confused, before I felt my head begin to spin.

Oh my goodness.

This can not be happening.

My ears and head felt as if I was under water.

" Hey, Bucky?" I heard my brother say through the haze.

"Uh, yeah?" He replied.

"Grab her. She's about to pass out." My brother replied as I felt my legs give out.

Bucky quickly picked me up bridal style before moving toward one of the couches and laying me on it.

"I'm fine. It was just a dizzy spell." I groaned trying to sit up.

"No, no, don't get up, дорогая. Here, drink this." Melina commanded, as she handed me a glass of water. (Dear)

"Baby, are you alright?" Bucky asked me as he sat down on the far end of the couch, before he pulled my feet onto his lap.

I nodded, as I tried to sit up again, with a frown pulling on my face. "Lenny, are you sure you're right? Maybe it was a fake wedding." I suggested.

"I don't think it was. Not with the way you two were acting that night, anyway." She replied as she walked over and sat on the loveseat.

"How were we acting?" I asked, beginning to get agitated as Melina gently pushed me to lay back.

For a tall, thin, dainty looking woman she had a lot of strength.

Nat scoffed, throwing herself in the seat next to Yelena's. "Well, you two were awfully friendly at first, but as the night progressed, you two became overly friendly with each other…" She replied.

I felt my frown deepen as I listened.

"What? I don't remember that happening…" I groaned as Bucky winced, confusion clear on his face.

"Steve tried to get you to dance with him and Bucky almost snapped his neck… You two were being so hilarious." My brother mentioned.

"Then when we tried to leave for another club, he punched Pietro in the face for helping steady you after you tripped. When Sam and I tried to separate you two, you two ran off." He added.

"We found you two hours later at a tattoo parlor, and then you two dragged us all to a chapel. Where you proceeded to marry each other, and practically fuck each other right there on the altar in front of everyone present. We all got an eye full of your panties that night..." Yelena said.

"What…?!" I squeaked.

Clint was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking as he stared at us.

"See, I told you they've always acted like a married couple." He managed to tell Nat between his chuckles.

"Hey asshole, if you knew we did this, why in the hell didn't any of you bother to tell me?" I asked.

"Well, I couldn't remember a lot of what happened that night too because let's face it we all had a lot to drink besides Yelena and Sam. But I do remember your antics." He said defensively. "Yelena and Sam were the designated driver. Blame them for this." He added.

Bucky was biting his lip looking down at me before he pulled out his phone to show me something.

I frowned, before slowly sitting up and crawling over to him.

As he showed me the screen I gasped, looking up at him in realization.

On the screen of his phone was a picture of us, making silly faces to the camera. I was dressed in the tight red dress I wore that night, while he wore a black suit with a navy blue shirt on it.

His hair was longer than he usually wore it that night too. That explained why I thought it was someone else… His hair made him look completely different.

I was wearing a wrinkled veil on my head, my arms wrapped around his neck as he held me bridal style. Both of us were making silly faces at the camera.

"Scroll that way." He whispered, biting his lip.

I felt an embarrassed smile pull at my lips as I saw the rest of the pictures.

Many of them were of us smiling at each other, him kissing my cheek or me kissing his. A few on the lips too.

But the last one was of us kissing as we proudly showed off the wedding bands on our fingers towards the camera.

"Holy shit…" I whispered, in disbelief.

"Sam sent those to me when I asked him a few moments ago…" He whispered.

"So, he knew of this?" I asked.

He shrugged. "He says that that was on the file of pictures labeled Nat and Clint's Vegas bachelor/bachelorette party. But he said he doesn't remember a lot because he was drinking that night too."

I sighed. "Let's call public records." I muttered moving to get up.

"Hang on, Bun… There's a video too." He muttered.

I gaped at him, before sighing and reaching for his phone again.

He clicked play as I moved back to his side.

We both watched in silence as the video began to play.

It was of us standing in front of a familiar fat fake, Elvis Presley. I was wearing the same wrinkled veil. Bucky was still in his suit looking as dashing as ever, wearing a wide smile as he stared at me.

The moment we said 'I do', Bucky picked me up, and I squealed, wrapping my legs around his waist as my fingers quickly weaved themselves into his hair as we began to make out intensely.

A groan left Bucky's throat as the screen went black.

"Oh. My. God." I whispered, clearing my throat.

"So, I guess, no wedding after all?" Clint asked, trying to hide his amusement.

Bucky swallowed thickly, before turning to me. "Um... it's your call, Bun." He said.

My mind was whirling.

I've been married. To Bucky. For Seven Years…

How did we not know about this?