"Pete, why don't you just carry the two here and then solve for x?" Tony asked, very unhelpfully, as he stood over Peter at his desk.
"I've told you literally five hundred times that my thesis is about doing the exact opposite of what you just said." Peter gritted out and tried to focus on his computer screen, but Tony's watchful eyes were making him very nervous.
"Yeah but look at this." Tony pointed to some random part of Peter's essential equation. "You could solve it easier if you switch these two parts of it, and you would get the same answer."
"Babe, I swear to God, I will kill you if you don't shut up right now." He said and shoved at Tony with his elbow to make him leave him alone.
"You genius types sure are full of yourselves." Tony said, exasperated, and dramatically sat down in one of their armchairs, pulling a book from the side table and flipping it to a random page.
Peter had a few moments of peaceful silence to work on his paper before Tony decided to start speaking again. "Don't forget about tomorrow."
"I'm not going to forget."
"I bet you would, if you didn't have me around to remind you."
"You better keep taking those pills, because I'm about ten seconds from giving you something to be depressed about."
Tony finally just rolled his eyes at Peter, gave him a peck on the forehead, and then sauntered off to somewhere else in the house-anywhere away from Peter would be fine.
"Do I look okay? I feel like I look stupid." Peter lamented, looking into the floor length mirror of the venue's changing room.
Quill looked over from where he was fiddling with his own tie and gave a nod. "Yeah, you look great Petey."
Peter studied himself again and brushed out invisible creases on his suit jacket and pants. He'd gone to a barber that morning so his hair was nice and fresh for the big day, Quill looked like he'd been similarly neurotic about making his appearance perfect.
Steve grinned at the two of them and clapped them both on the shoulder. "Alright boys, I gotta get going. Quill, play nice with Sam. Petey, you got the rings?" He asked and Pete conjured them from his pocket, two simple gold bands.
"Hey Steve! Before you go, just take a deep breath man. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, if anything starts to go awry, Pete and I will handle it. You just fucking relax and enjoy." Quill said and it looked like Steve actually did give a small relieved sigh. He nodded at them both one more time and then left the room.
"He's gonna be anxious for the next six hours." Peter remarked as soon as Steve was gone and Quill laughed.
"Well? Should we take our spots?" Quill suggested and Peter nodded.
The wedding was taking place outside, but the area that they walked from was indoors. Everyone was lined up, Quill walking next to Sam, Peter next to TC, and Bucky behind them. There had been quite a bit of back and forth between the two men, trying to decide who was going to be standing at the altar, and who was going to be walking, Bucky had finally been convinced to walk after his father had shown interest in walking him down the aisle.
Things went very smoothly during the ceremony. Everyone found their correct spots, Peter flashed a wink at Tony who was sitting in one of the chairs. Steve's vows made him tear up, Bucky's made him actually cry. Then he was handing over the rings and Steve and Bucky were officially husband and husband, after almost eleven years of dating.
Peter was excited to reconnect with everyone from the team during the reception. There were some of them that he hadn't seen since highschool. Scott he'd probably caught up with the most recent, and that was a year ago now. They'd graduated eight years ago, and Peter had kept up with everyone on social media, but people changed a lot between the ages of 18 and 26, so he was interested to see if anyone was incredibly different.
TC, Sam, and Quill were basically the same as always. TC had been drafted into the US men's soccer team pretty soon out of high school, and he was still doing that. Sam worked at a law office and had a wife Peter had never met. Quill and Steve had actually become best friends after graduation, and Quill was now the history teacher/soccer coach at their very own Cantu Academy for Boys.
The reception was in an atrium type area, and Pete sidled up to Tony after the reception so they could walk together. He figured that the whole team knew that Tony and him were dating, he'd posted about it numerous times, but this would be the first time many of them would see Tony outside of a teaching context. He'd noticed Tony getting a few weird looks from some of the team members and old classmates, but no one was really questioning it.
For dinner they were sat at a table with Scott, Paul, Wanda, Loki, Loki's husband, Thor, Thor's wife, and Scott's two year old daughter Rosa. Peter actually hadn't met Scott's daughter yet, though he'd heard and read a bunch about her.
"I have to say Pete, I never suspected thing." Loki said from across the table and Pete rose and eyebrow at him. "Oh you totally know what I'm talking about, I mean, this." He motioned between him and Tony. "You guys were good at hiding that."
"Hey! We weren't dating before I graduated!" Peter interjected and Loki scoffed but didn't press it any further.
"Anyway, Pete, how's the doctorate going?" Paul steered the conversation, for which Peter was grateful.
"Oh it's fine, I'm almost done with my thesis, I'll probably get it finished tomorrow, then a couple more weeks and I'll finally be done with school." He said, exasperated.
"Good on you man." Scott cheered, which made his daughter also clap her hands. Scott was doing pretty amazingly at raising Rosa by himself. Pete didn't really know the whole story since Scott hadn't dished too much, but basically her mother had dipped shortly after giving birth and so Scott was left as a single father. Sure, Rosa's pigtails were a little off center, and Peter was still reeling over the fact that Scott Lang was a fucking father, but Pete was happy for him. Scott seemed incredibly happy as well.
Thor and Loki were being very nice to each other. They'd come in around the same time, their spouses seemed very friendly with each other, that was certainly a development that Peter hadn't been expecting. He'd always suspected that somewhere, deep, deep down, the two actually did love each other, but that was apparently only realized after they graduated. They both had kids two, but they hadn't come to the wedding.
After a bit more talking Paul leaned over to Pete, cutting over the chatter. "Hey, we're going out for drinks after this, whole team minus the newlyweds, wanna tag along?"
"I can't, sorry." Peter said apologetically. He could have gone with, but he'd finally gotten Tony completely sober about three years ago, and in doing so Peter had also given up drinking. Going to a bar would just be too much.
Later into the night, it seemed as if everything was winding down and Peter realized that he was totally fine with that. Sure, he missed his team, but he would see them at another wedding, and all he wanted to do was go home with Tony and enjoy the mans presence in their home. Catching up with everyone was kind of tedious, and he wished that they could just all lounge in a living room together and play scrabble while others watched old shows, but they were adults now, and all of them very busy.
He bid Scott and Paul goodnight, gave Bucky and Steve one more hug, and then slipped into his car with Tony who rested a familiar hand on Peter's thigh.
The drive back home was quiet, gentle, and Peter rested his hand over top of Tony's.
"We should get married." Tony said out of the blue.
Peter raised his eyebrows and looked over at Tony before breaking out into laughter. "You're going to have to put some actual effort into a proposal if you wanna snag me."
"Well then Petey, stay on guard, because any day now is going to be the most romantic, over the top, super public proposal of all time." Tony promised and Peter reached his arm across the seat to thump him in the chest.
"Fine, I guess I'll marry you. As long as it means you won't do that." Peter glanced over at Tony and flashed him a wink. He expected Tony to laugh, or say something ridiculous or lewd, but all he did was squeeze Peter's hand and lean over to peck his cheek.