-Two Months later-


Rebecca was sitting in the cockpit of the quinjet as she navigated it under Natasha's watchful gaze.

"Do you think he is going to be mad?" Rebecca asked.

"Maybe just a little, but I think once he realizes why you did it… it might take a little of the sting out," Natasha told her. Rebecca bit her lip.

"I guess there is no going back," She said with a sigh. "Hopefully he will still want to marry me when he finds out," She said, hand going to her heart, resting over the engagement ring that was resting on a chain around her neck.

"If you are that worried… go talk to him instead of hiding up here. We have a half an hour until we get there." She sighed, nodding to Natasha. She handed over the controls to her friend before getting up to go to the back of the quinjet.

She sat down next to Steve who was looking a bit relaxed for once. She put a hand on his leg and he smiled at her.

"You ready?" She asked him, with a shy smile.

"To get married? Very much so," He told her.

"And to get some much-needed downtime," She said, knowing they were running themselves ragged for the past two months.

"Can't believe you put all this together in two months...The place is perfect," He told her. It was a tropical island, that had no good relationships with the accords or others who did. It was a hard find, but it was well worth the search.

"What if I told you I had help," Rebecca told him.

"Help with the planning? I wouldn't doubt that," he told her.

"... Outside help," She explained. That got Steve a little on high alert.

"Who?" He asked.

"Before you get mad… he is helping me out as a friend and he is keeping everything…" She started to babble before Steve interrupted her.

"Stark!? Again!" He bit out.

"He helped with some of the parts I could not do without resources."

"Like what?" Steve scoffed.

"Like making our wedding real… real and binding, just like you asked for," She told him. Steve looked at her. She sighed. "Sometime next week, the paperwork for Steve Rogers and Rebecca Barnes wedding will be processed in the state of New York, officially and legally binding us man and wife. I could not have set that up from where I was. I needed help."

"I didn't need all that… just you and me in the eyes of God," Steve told her. She smiled at that.

"That is going to happen too… but I wanted this as well. I know you wanted it too." she told him. He sighed.

"I guess the next time I see Tony… I'll have to thank him." She smiled.

"Good… you can do that in 30 minutes," She told him, getting a shocked looked from Steve.

"He's going to be there?" He asked.

"Yes, he is my… our friend Steve. Where else is he going to be?" She told him. He sighed at that, conflicting emotions on his face before he eventually nodded. She kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," She told him.


They landed the quinjet, before disembarking. They saw Tony and Pepper waiting for them before Tony grabs Rebecca's hand and dragging her off.

"Hey!" Steve said, not sure what was going on.

"Relax, Steve," Pepper told him. "He's just taking her to get her dress fitted. Lots to do before tomorrow," Pepper said with a smile. "If you follow me, you have a fitting as well," She said pointing to a cabin.

"The rest of you, there are clothes available if you want it, in that one," She told them pointing.

"Tony really went all out…" Natasha said, looking at the secluded island paradise they found themselves in.

"You know how Tony gets…" Pepper said with a smile. "Steve if you'll follow me," Pepper said as Steve followed her, looking over to where Rebecca and Tony were walking.


Once Rebecca was sure they were out of earshot of Steve, she spoke.

"You could have at least said hi to him," she told Tony.

"Hey, I promised I would help you and I would be civil. I didn't say I would be talking to him…." Tony argued. Rebecca rolled her eyes as she allowed herself to be dragged. She looked around, seeing some locals, but not really seeing anyone else.

"Kind of deserted," She noticed.

"Yeah.. offseason, and I kind of rented out the island…" He admitted.

"TONY!" She barked at him. "That is too much."

"Hey. It's kind of my M.O.… would have looked more suspicious if I didn't," He argued as he pulled her into a cabin. In the middle of the room was a white dress on display.

"I got it as close as I could to your description…" He told her.

She looked at the dress. It was sliding off the shoulders, lace sleeves going down both arms. The dress was form fitting, before billowing out at the waist, going to a little below the knee in the front, the back of it sliding back, going down to the floor, flowing out into a small train. She could see a pair of matching gloves. She stared at it in awe.

"Tony… it… it is perfect…" She told him.

"Go try it on. I have a tailor that can make any adjustments if needed." He told her. She smiled before taking the dress, moving into the bathroom to try it on. She came back out a few minutes later.

"Mind zipping me up?" Rebecca asked. He smiled, zipping up her dress. He looked her over.

"It looks perfect on you," Tony admitted. "Still can't believe you want to get married…" He said with a sigh.

"Me in general? Or the person I want to marry?" she asked curiously.

"Doesn't matter… You've made this choice, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make the next few days the best days of your life," He admitted to her. "You deserve it." She smiled at him before pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you," She told him. He hugged her for a moment before he pulled back.

"Ok, that's enough... " Tony said. She smiled before going back to the bathroom, to get out of her wedding dress.


A few hours later they found themselves all on the beach, a party thrown in the happy couples honor. There was food, and drink galore. Rebecca sat next to Steve on the sand as they watch their friends let loose just a little, having fun, as they joked with each other. Steve smiled at that, knowing how much they needed this. He turned to look at Rebecca, as she watched them with sad eyes. He leaned in, whispering into her ear.

"You ok?" He asked. She nodded, giving him a half smile. "For a woman who is about to get married, you sure don't look happy," He explained to her.

"I am sorry. I just see all my friends… my family and all I can think of is we are missing someone…" She said sadly. Steve sighed. He felt that too.

"I wish he was here too… but he made his choice. He wants to be alone," Steve explained. She nodded to him, kissing his cheek.

"I need some air," she said, before getting up, getting everyone's attention.

"You want me to come with you?" Steve asked. She shook her head, walking off along the beach. Steve's eyes flashed to Natasha's and she nodded, trailing after Rebecca.

"That's never a good sign…" Tony said.

"Can it, Stark, it's none of your business," Steve said with a sigh. He suddenly got up, having lost the mood for the party. He walked to the cabin he was staying in tonight. He could tell someone was following him.

"Well since I'm paying for everything… I think it should be my business." He heard Tony tell him.

"I didn't ask you to…" Steve said as he turned around to face him. He could see everyone watching them from the party, but they were far enough away, people couldn't hear them unless they yelled.

"Yeah but I am because she deserves it… after everything," He explained to him. "The only thing I don't think she deserves is you…" Tony said honestly. "You're not good enough for her..."

"Not arguing with you on that one…" He could tell that wasn't the answer that Tony was looking for.

"Not even willing to fight for her… no wonder she so sad around you…"

"She's sad because her father is not going to be here," Steve said. He could see Tony's eyes flash anger. "Oh, you forgot that Bucky's her father, didn't you? Ignoring that little fact, because you don't want to ruin your friendship with her."

"I don't forget she's his daughter but I'm not going to blame her for something that's beyond her control!" Tony yelled.

"Yeah, but you'll blame Bucky for something he had no control over. If it was Rebecca who killed your mother. Under Hydra's orders. Kill or be killed would you blame her…"

"She had no choice back then…"

"Neither did he!" Steve snapped.

"I know that!" Tony snapped back. "I know it wasn't his fault. I don't blame him anymore… but you know what? I still blame you!" Tony said, getting into Steve's face.

"Me?"

"You knew… You knew my parents were murdered… for two fucking years," Tony growled at him. Steve saw as Pepper came up to Tony.

"I think we've had enough fun for one night," Pepper said.

"No… he's right," Steve told her. "I did know. I should have said something. I didn't. You have every right to blame me…"

"See, this is why I don't think you're good enough for her…" Tony said before walking away. Pepper gave him an apologetic look before going after him.

Steve just stood there for a moment, getting his breathing under control. He was thankful that Rebecca didn't see them fighting. He walked back to the party.

"Sorry to spoil the mood…" He told Sam and Wanda. They both shrugged.

"It was bound to happen… just glad it wasn't in front of your bride to be…" Sam told his friend.

"Me too… me too," Steve said with a sigh.


Rebecca woke up alone in her cabin to a strange noise. She smiled, looking up at the dress that was still in the middle of the room that she was sleeping in. She heard the noise again, realizing it was someone knocking on her door. She got out of bed and went to open the door. She found Wanda, Natasha at the door with food.

"We are getting impatient, we decided to come help you get dressed so we can get this show on the road!" Natasha said. Rebecca just smiled. "No point in waiting around. Steve's already getting ready, we just need to get your sleepy head in gear." She shook her head, eating a little breakfast before she started to get ready for her wedding with her two best friends. Sometime later, they heard a knock on the door before Tony came in. He smiled at the beauty that was Rebecca. She was fully made out, ready to get married.

"You two skedaddle, let Pepper know she's ready," Tony said. Rebecca nodded to her friends before they left.

"You're beautiful…" He told her.

"Thank you."

"You know you don't have to do this…" Tony argued.

"Trying to talk me out of it one last time…" She said with a smile.

"Can't blame a guy for trying," Tony said. She kissed his cheek.

"I know you care for me. I know you have your reasons to not like him… but for one day, just be happy for us." Tony sighed.

"I'll be happy…. for you," He told her.

"I guess that is all I can ask for. You ready?" She asked.

"Yeah," He said, locking arms with her. She looked at this curious.

"You going to give me away? To Steve?" She said with an amusing smile.

"Yeah the things we do for friends," he said rolling his eyes playfully. He opened the door peeking out. "Looks like they are ready," He said before fully opening the door. She looked out. She saw there was a short walk back to the beach where a few rows of chairs lined an aisle. Steve stood at the end of it, in a dark suit, looking handsome. Her friends were sitting, waiting for her.

Tony and Rebecca started to walk to the beach. Steve noticed the movement and his breath was taken away as soon as he saw her. His eyes locked on Rebecca, smiles forming on both their lips as she got closer, eyes for each other. Tony reluctantly handed her over to Steve before Steve took her hand in his, eyes locking on to hers. They barely heard the minister speak, lost within each other. Rebecca didn't think she could be any happier then she was at this moment, every ounce of joy she was feeling showing on her face. Steve couldn't help but smile at her.

They promised each other forever and Steve knew that this was one promise he would do his damnedest to keep. Together, forever, until death do they part.