It was the morning of the wedding, and my guts were in my throat. Even if I hadn't had my psycho mother pushing things along, I would still be nervous as hell. Natasha was helping me get ready for this rather rushed wedding. I was almost sick to my stomach, but I knew what my mother had planned would be far worse than marrying Bucky.
"Are you ready?" Natasha asked.
"As I'll ever be, I never planned on my wedding being like this. Then again, I didn't plan on my mother being psycho," I laughed dryly.
"Good point," Natasha laughed with me.
"I'm a little scared, Nat; this all is happening so fast I wouldn't blame Bucky if he ran the other way," I said, voicing my fear.
"Don't be; he's already head over heels in love with you; he has been since the day you two met," Nat said with a smile, and I knew that I had to believe her.