AN: Enjoy!
As Vision was having his 'Best Man' dilemma secretly dealt with, elsewhere in the Avengers compound, Wanda had taken the twins to spend some time with their adoring Aunties, Natasha, Hope, and Carol.
Wanda was happy to let the three of them dote on Tommy and Billy for a while, before bringing up her own request for the role she wanted them to play in her wedding.
It amazed, and, Wanda had to admit, pleased her a little to see how quickly these three strong women turned to mush in the presence of her sons.
One smile or giggle from either of the boys would send the Black Widow scurrying back to it's den, leaving only Auntie Nat behind. Of course, Wanda knew the Widow never strayed to far from the surface, always ready to act to protect the twins if a dangerous situation arose, and for that, Wanda was grateful.
While Hope, in the world outside their little Avengers bubble, had a reputation for being all business, that was never how Wanda had known her. She had seen her spar, and so knew she was tough enough, and skilled enough with the Pym Particles that she would never want to face her in combat, and thankfully, did not foresee any reason why she would have to. The Hope Van Dyne that Wanda knew was warm, and quite funny at times. Hope herself readily admitted that this had not always been the case, and credited Scott's influence, as well as the return of her Mother, Janet, for softening her earlier hard-nosed demeanour. She softened further in the face of the twins, particularly Billy, whom she had swept from Natasha's arms almost as soon as he and Wanda had walked in with them.
Originally, Carol Danvers' stay at the compound was not supposed to be permanent, just a pit-stop until she could work out more permanent arrangements regarding her return to life on Earth.. or Even if she wanted to stay on Earth at all. Once again, she had returned to find that life had gone on without her, again. Life had gone on, and things had changed, so much more than they had the first time she'd been away. The first time, there was some semblance of a life she could have slipped back into. Now, Maria was, well, still Maria, but quite a bit older, and Monica, her little Lieutenant Trouble, was now a grown woman with a life of her own. Carol just couldn't see where she fit anymore, and she had strongly considered just heading back into space.
But then she'd been invited to a Wedding, so she figured she might as well hang around for that, and before long she'd found herself bonding with Natasha, and Hope when she'd met her. Then she'd been introduced to Wanda (Whom Carol internally referred to as her 'Stone Sister', considering they had each been empowered by an Infinity Stone), found herself conspiring with her fellow superheroines against a bimbo reporter at Tony Stark's wedding, and apprehending baby Tommy Maximoff as he'd made a break for freedom from the Avengers Compound. The little boy had flashed her a cheeky smile, and Carol had decided that maybe she might stick around for a while after all. Someone had to help keep an eye out for the little stinker, right? She still took off on trips quite regularly, either on Earth or into Space.. Carol Danvers was an adventurer at heart. But the Avengers Compound had become her official Home-base.
"Hey there, Mr. Speed" Carol reached out to ruffle Tommy's hair, and, after glancing towards Wanda for permission, took him from Nat's arms. "Have you been a good boy for your Mama?"
"I think he might have a dirty diaper.." Wanda warned.
"Oh, I can handle that, I changed a few diapers for Monica back in the day.." She shifted Tommy to one arm, taking the diaper bag with the other.
Tommy flashed his Mother a mischievous smile over Carol's shoulder, a smile that reminded her just a little too much of his Uncle, and Wanda tried to offer another warning regarding the elder twin's occasional resistance to having his diaper changed, but her friend had already disappeared into the next room. She just had to hope her son behaved..
"So" Natasha interrupted Wanda's line of thought, laying a hand on her shoulder, "What was it you wanted us all here for, kiddo?"
"Oh, right.." For a moment, Wanda had been so distracted by her son's potential mischief that she had almost forgotten the reason for her visit. "Natasha, I was.. I was actually hoping that you might agree to be my Maid of Honour? You wouldn't have to worry about speeches or planning or anything, I really just need you to stand with me.
"Oh" Natasha blinked, surprised, but rather touched by Wanda's request. A small, strangely shy smile crossed her face. "Of course. I'd be proud to stand with you."
"Thank you.." Wanda smiled. "And Hope, will you be a bridesmaid?"
"It would be my honour" Hope smiled.
"Grozav" Wanda was relieved to have two-thirds of her task out of the way, "Now all I have to do is ask Carol if.."
"Oi!" came a cry from the next room, "Get your little butt back here!"
The next thing they knew, a blue blur came zipping into the room, speeding around, followed by a frazzled looking Carol Danvers clutching a clean diaper. Although Wanda could not see entirely clearly, it seemed the very familiar blur was bare from the waist down.
"Oh rahat.." Wanda sighed.
"You did warn her" Natasha smirked, before they watched Carol lunge, diving to the floor and managing to seize Tommy by the ankle.
"Gotcha, little stinker!"
"Go' Me" Tommy conceded, giggling, and allowed Carol to finally wrestle him into the clean diaper.
"So, Danvers" said Nat, "How'd you like to be in Wanda's Wedding with us?"
"Like.. a Bridesmaid?" Carol questioned, releasing Tommy so he could go play.
"Yes, exactly" Wanda confirmed.
"Sure" Carol grinned. "I've never been a bridesmaid before. Hey, I know this great little bar for the Hen's Night.."
At the mention of a Hen's night, Wanda momentarily regretted her decision.. But not really. These were the friends who had become her family, and she wouldn't have them any other way.