A/N: Hope you guys like this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, or the Avengers. Just Mia.
They all thought I had bought a poofy dress. They all hated it but I pretended to love it. I wasn't going to show anyone the real dress until the day of the wedding. Steve like the idea of not being the only one left out, and promised to keep the secret, only if I showed him the poofy dress. Embarrassingly, he dramatically re-proposed, claiming me to look like a princess. Pushing him over while he laughed, I stormed away as best as I could in the monstrosity.
The next week brought a whole slew of emotions for me. I was in the finale stages of party planning, as well as proposing a new wing to the hospital for a free clinic. I was at my wits end, until Steve suggested a family trip to Coney Island. Him, Athena and me. I laughed for a full minute because Athena was basically our child. We drove the 45 minute distance, took a walk upon the boardwalk with Athena and he then showed me around his old neighborhood in Brooklyn. I wanted so badly to set up a free clinic somewhere that when I brought it up with Steve he said, "Now when have Stark's ever not gotten their way?"
It inspired me in only the way Steve could ever do.
As we got ready for the ball the following day, he kissed my shoulder, whistled low and said, "I'm forever grateful I asked you already, because every guy at that party is going to want to marry you."
"And just what is that supposed to mean Captain?" I teased.
"You look so gorgeous, I want to rip this dress off of you and-"
"Think very carefully about what you say next Rogers," Tony said, coming into the living room of my floor, leading Pepper by the arm.
"Tony," Pepper scolded, as I scoffed at him.
"I will not even degrade myself to rebut that. Mr. Playboy-before-Pepper," I said, putting in my earrings, as I got a text message.
"Gwen is waiting with Sam down in the lobby." I said, showing Steve.
"Going to pick up Dr. Fisher?" Tony asked.
"No we thought we'd let him walk to his own party." I shrugged, as Tony rolled his eyes.
"You're getting a little snappy lately sis,"
"If someone was fucking around with my fiancé, who has every right to tell me what he want to do to me, I-"
"Gosh darn, watch your language," Tony said, making Pepper smirk.
"Fuck you," I countered. He couldn't hold back his smile.
"Steve we need to leave before I kill my brother," I said, bumping Tony's shoulder playfully and walking towards the elevator.
"I love how we usually don't have to leave the Tower for big events, but we still have to leave to go pick up the Chief."
"Ex-Chief, Miss Chief of Surgery," Steve teased.
"He will always be the Chief to me," I said as the elevator descended. Steve's arm wrapped around my waist, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I sighed as the elevator descended, thinking about how the Chief would react to this party. It was sure to be interesting.
"What's on your mind?" Steve asked as we stopped in the garage.
"I'm wondering which car we should take," I said, looking around at all of Tony's fancy cars.
"How about yours? It seats more." H said, as I noticed all the sports cars were only two-seaters.
"Better idea. He'll never suspect," I smiled. As I put the coordinates into the GPS, Steve slid into the driver's seat, smiling over at me.
"What?" I asked, as he stared at me.
"I wouldn't mind going to these parties more often, if you wear dresses like that." He said referring to the green lace dress I was wearing.
"I'd dress this way everyday for you Captain." I said, as I appraised him, "And you look pretty handsome yourself."
"I'm not much to look at, but you are a sight for sore eyes." He said as he pulled out of my parking space and we started towards Dr. Fisher's apartment. We talked about where we would live after the wedding, as neither of us was big on leaving New York. I was gonna kill Tony if we stayed in the Tower, but it also felt weird to think about leaving.
"I've got two surgeries tomorrow, so I won't be drinking tonight," I said after we called up to Dr. Fisher's apartment. He would be down any second, but we were still talking about us.
"What do you think about moving?" I asked. And Steve said, "Where to?"
"The Estate we are getting married at," I smiled.
"That's awfully far from work for both of us," He said.
"I know. I just…." I paused, looking for the right words.
"I want it to be just us."
"We already are."
"Not really. Not the way I want. I want to be able to walk around in my underwear after a long day and not worry about running into Bruce accidentally. Or having my brother cock block us, because he has a spy in our ceiling." I explained.
"Mia, it is easier on us for numerous reasons. I don't really want to leave Bucky right now. He's still getting used to the new world we both woke up to, and even though he has Darcy, I don't want him to think I'm abandoning him."
"I understand." I sighed.
"Hey," He said, getting my attention, "I love you. And if you decided to move to the moon without me, I would follow you. It would be kinda hard to make a marriage work over a lagged satellite feed."
"I love you too, goofball." I smiled as Steve's eyes wandered past my head and out my window. I smiled as I saw Dr. Fisher exiting his building. He looked alright, but I knew his energy was leaving him quickly. I had to step in during a routine Liver resection last week.
"Peter," I smiled, stepping out, and he stopped short, holding his hand to his heart, "If I can say so, you look beautiful."
"Thank you. Gwen is already there, so we best hurry. We might miss the main event," I teased, allowing him to step into the front seat as I myself slid into the seat behind him.
"Now, do I want to know where we are going? The Opera?" Peter asked, looking for Steve's face to give it away.
"No. Stop asking. It's a surprise." I shushed playfully.
"A play?"
"No." I giggled.
"Than why am I in this damn tuxedo?"
"Because you look dapper and distinguished." I said. He was quiet a few more moments, before Steve slowed down in front of Stark Tower. As we got into the line of cars, waiting to be valeted, Peter said, "What's going on?"
"Trust me." I smiled, as it came time for us to get out. Steve handed my keys to the young man and said, "Dr. Stark's personal space, in Mr. Stark's private garage."
"Yes sir," The kid said, as I grabbed my clutch. Steve came around the side to help me out, as Peter also go out of his door. Cameras were going off, and people were shouting at us as we walked towards the door. Handing the security team three tickets I said, "We have the VIP."
"Of course. Enjoy your night ma'am," The man said, nodding us through the revolving doors. On the other side, I led Dr. Fisher over to the elevators where he asked, "I still have no idea what's going on."
"You will." Steve chuckled, taking my free hand.
As soon as the doors opened, there was a thunderous applause for Dr. Fisher. He looked startled before he read the signs beside the doors to the ballroom.
"The Dr. Peter Fisher Research Foundation Charity Ball," The sign read in elegant letters. He teared up but I looped my arm through his and said, "You deserve this Chief." The crowd parted for us as we walked towards the tables that had been set up as a semi circle around the dance floor and stage. Dr. Fisher was given a seat of honor right in the middle of the room, and Gwen and I sat on either side of him.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to the first annual Charity Ball for the Dr. Peter Fisher Research Foundation. My name is Dr. Amelia Stark, and I have the great honor of being a student of Dr. Fisher's, and the great privilege of being his successor at New York Pres. Tonight, in his presence, we honor a great man. A man that has dedicated more of his life to science and saving lives than anyone else I know. And that's saying something. I'm marrying a soldier from the 40's." I joked, making everyone laugh. Steve loved it, sending me a supportive wink.
"Peter Fisher started off as a boss for me, and grew into a mentor, a teacher, a friend. The reason we started this Foundation, was because we were tired of doctors in Research professions, saying that your donation was helping change lives, when all it was really doing was padding their wallets. That is why, 100% of donations made to the Dr. Peter Fisher Research Foundation, will go towards what really matters. Finding a cure for this disease, once and for all. On board with myself, Dr. Gwen Diaz, a Pediatric Surgeon at New York Pres, as well as Dr. Eric Bering, our Chief of Oncology at New York Pres, Dr. Liam Northby at Johns Hopkins, Dr. Hannah Parks from the Mayo Clinic, and Dr. James Darcy from Oxford." I explained, as I watched Dr. Fisher's reactions. He seemed to be taking it all in stride.
"Tonight is about preserving a legacy. The man we honor tonight, and for the years to come, has proven time and time again, that the best legacy you can leave, is one of compassion and kindness. Whether it be gently talking to a patient over their progressive disease, or helping loved ones grieve in the waiting room after something went wrong in surgery, we need to leave the world with as much compassion as we can."
"The man we honor tonight may not have much longer on this earth, but he will live forever in our hearts and memories. His name will be the one gracing News headlines when we find this cure. That, is the greatest legacy we could give him, after all he has given New York Pres, this city and the world." I said, nodding before the applause started again.
"Please enjoy a dance or two to the wonderful music we have for you tonight, as the main course will be served in the next half hour," I said before leaving the podium.
Returning to my seat, Peter shook his head, "Boneheaded publicity stunt."
"For you, not for publicity." I said, winking at him.
"Mia, this is too much," He said, sounding chocked up as Gwen handed him a tissue.
"It's not enough, in my opinion," She smiled as he dabbed his wet eyes and looked around at the sea of people here to support him and carry on his legacy.
"If my wife was here, she would be up there, telling you all to stop embarrassing me," He joked.
"I don't think so. She would be up there cheering us on, and trying to take Gwen's place as Founder and CEO. I would have, but she knows you better, and I have a hospital to run in your name." I teased.
"Don't burn yourself out." He smiled.