Just like to mention that I really have no idea how this would fit into the avengers timeline. I guess it's sometime between the New York attack and the whole Mandarin fiasco. Also, I'm not going to be including Bruce in this story very much, I just couldn't think of a scenario involving him and Vegas that didn't involve the city being destroyed.

Two Days Earlier

Clint and Thor were being fitted for suits by one of SHIELDs private tailors. They were in one of SHIELDs California bases, in a room stocked with supplies for undercover agents. Clint had come to this tailor any number of times for undercover ops, but this time his suit was for something real, something infinitely more important.

He still couldn't believe she'd said yes. He'd half expected her to up and stab him, but that was a risk he'd been willing to take. Clint had always been happy with her as a friend, partner whatever she'd be willing to give him really. But he'd known he loved her, had since he first met her. So he'd decided to tell her, and by some miracle she hadn't killed him for it. Instead she'd admitted to feeling the same way, not in so many words, but she'd still said it. It all seemed far to good to be true.

Clint had already had his suit adjusted for him, and was putting his casual clothes back on, while watching the tailor work on Thor's suit. The Asgardian really was ridiculously large, made all the more obvious by the trouble the tailor had making the suit fit.

Personally, Clint would have been fine if Thor had shown up in his traditional Asgardian gear, and Natasha couldn't have cared less. It was actually Fury who'd shot the idea down. Fury and Pepper had basically planned the whole wedding themselves, with the occasional input from Coulson. Even though Fury never explicitly said it, it was obvious he was happy about this marriage. Everyone was actually. Sure Stark had been poking fun at the two assassins for it, and Fury had been complaining about the legal complications of two SHIELD agents tying the knot, but deep down they were both happy for the Archer and his Spider.

The tailor had finished working on Thor's suit and turned to leave.

"Thanks." Clint muttered as the man left.

"It is a strange custom." Thor said, even though he wasn't yelling, his voice still boomed like thunder.

"What is?" Clint asked as he finished buttoning his shirt up.

"These clothes." Thor made a face as he gestured to his outfit and started removing his pants to change into his casual wear. Clint smirked. Before he could say anything Coulson and Natasha entered the room, both in casual clothing. Clint grinned at his bride to be, who cocked an eyebrow and turned to look at Thor. The God of Lightening had removed his pants and was standing awkwardly in his underwear, caught entirely off guard.

"Lady Romanov, Agent Coulson, apologies for my appearance. I did not hear you knock." Thor said, cheeks reddening, as he grabbed his pants and started pulling them back on. Coulson, trying to hold his laughter in, gestured the Asgardian over.

"Sorry we didn't knock, I figured you'd be changing in the washroom. Grab your clothes, Jane and Darcy should be arriving shortly to see you off." He said. Thor obeyed grabbing his street clothes and following Phil out of the room, leaving Clint and Natasha alone. She shut the door behind Thor, then slowly started walking back across the room toward Clint.

"Can you believe it's just two days away." She said as she walked over. Clint sighed slightly.

"I know," he said with a smile as he leaned back against the desk. "You getting nervous?" His blue eyes locked with her green ones as she approached.

"You wanna back out?" He asked, he said it lightly as a joke, but he meant it seriously and he knew she'd know that.

"Shut up." She growled lovingly as she slipped up against his chest and kissed him. Clint wrapped his arms around her and held her close while they kissed. Wondering for the thousandth time how he'd managed to win her over. Their lips slipped apart and he stared into her eyes, those gorgeous eyes. He'd never get sick of looking into them.

"I don't need to go to Vegas," he said sincerely "it's dumb."

"It's one night. And Starks been planning your bachelor party for months, we'd never hear the end of it if you didn't go." She pointed out as she fiddled with his shirt collar. He smiled and leaned his forehead into hers, his eyes closing as he savored their closeness.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Natasha asked quietly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can handle the three stooges for one night without your help." Clint smirked, eyes still closed.

"If you say so, but Stark does tend to bring out the worst in you." She said with a grin. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Natasha purred as she kissed him again, lightly, just barely touching his lips before slipping away and leaving him alone leaning against the desk.

Clint walked out of the building, with his duffle bag swung over his shoulder, and headed over to where Phil was standing at the sidewalk. His old S.O. smiled at him fondly.

"Thanks for giving us the week off." Clint said. He and Tasha seldom went a full week without being sent off on one of SHIELDs goose chases.

"No need to thank me," Coulson said with a smile, "Far be it from me to do anything to mess this up for you and Natasha." He slapped Clint on the back as the two started walking down the sidewalk towards the garage.

"It all seems so surreal." Clint said.

"You're telling me." Phil replied, "I never thought I'd see the day when the Black Widow agreed to marriage."

"Me neither." Clint said.

"Don't worry," Coulson added encouragingly, "she won't back out now." Clint glanced at his friend, glad he didn't have to voice his fears out loud for Coulson to know what was wrong.

"So, what's Stark's plan for Vegas?" Phil asked eagerly, changing the subject.

"We'll probably do some gambling nothing too crazy." Clint said, before he and Phil both started laughing. Knowing just how unlikely that would be with Tony in charge.

"Good luck with that." Coulson said with a chuckle. "So how're you going to get out there?"

"We'll drive, take my car." Clint said. He had a standard black Prius SHIELD had assigned him. Coulson nodded.

"You know, when you go to Vegas, you have to go to Vegas." Phil said with emphasis as he walked over to the garage pulled off a piece of loose siding and placed his thumb on the concealed security scanner. The door opened to reveal Coulson's assortment of private cars, among them was Lola (his beloved) and a silver Mercedes-benz.

"No way." Clint said, genuinely surprised as he dropped his bag onto the concrete. "Really?" The archer asked, ecstatic as he glanced at Phil for permission to touch the silver car.

"Come on," Coulson said with a grin "You're practically my son, as if I'm going to let you go to Vegas in that thing." He said pointing over his shoulder to the black Prius.

"Thank you." Clint said honestly as he tenderly stroked the car.

"My pleasure. I would let you take Lola, but I didn't think Thor would fit." Coulson said with a smile, "just don't let Stark drive."

"I will be the only one driving this car, no worries." Clint said with a smirk, like he'd ever release his hold on this beauty to Stark.

"Good." Coulson said as he tossed the keys over to Clint. "Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."