OUR PLACE (SEQUEL)

[11] Wedding

A/n: IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING! STUCKY WEDDING! STUCKY WEDDING! STUCKY WEDDING! This is one of the better chapters I've written in my opinion. It's either the best or up there as of writing this. I will be taking a break from this book for a while but will eventually return. I'm currently focusing on a few other stories and such. I previously posted the first chapter of a short series Aaron Hotchner x reader.

T/W: Mild cursing

I had spent the morning separating my time with both of my dads. Rushing between either one as fast as possible in the outfit had worn-something you're not supposed to run in. Pops was in his hotel room with Tony- the best man- who was attempting to make Pops look and I quote, 'Presentable for your fucking wedding.' Which Pops replied with a 'Language!' Dad was a bit better I believe, Sam was... surprisingly good at being a hype man. I had overheard him earlier as I had passed by- 'If you ever see such a good looking man in the streets, he's gonna be arrested. Cause he's killing all the men and ladies!' I had laughed when I passed by but was lucky to not get caught laughing.

"Stop running around, you're gonna look like you just got back from a mission. Your cheeks are already reddening.." Pepper had scolded, "I was actually looking for you. Natasha, Wanda and I are still getting ready if you want to join us?"

"Sure, thanks." She had dressed nicely, her dress was navy blue off the shoulder that reached the floor. Yet it didn't look dragged. Her strawberry blonde hair had been tied back into a ponytail. She looked elegant.

I had followed her across the hallway and with a swipe of the hotel card we walked into what looked like a messy teenage girl's room. Clothes and makeup everywhere, sheets unmade and suitcases wide open. The bathroom- from where I stood- was in complete disarray.

"Y/n!" Wanda walked up to me, dressed in her formal wear. A peachey silk slip on paired with pearl earrings with small gold details. Natasha walked in behind her in a deep purple maroon silky slip on as she was putting on some earrings as well. Her hair was pinned back behind her ears with smooth synchronized waves.

"I'll be in the bathroom," Pepper noted as she walked off.

"Wanda have you seen my heels?" Natasha called out as she dug through a pile of clothing and other items lazily strewn about.

"Suitcase?"

"No... ugh this place is a mess..." She stood up and glanced around.

"Found em!" Pepper walked in from the bathroom with the shoes dangling from her fingertips. "Somehow they landed behind the towels."

"Thank you!"

"Have you done your makeup?" Wanda asked me in the midst of the slight chaos.

"No."

"Want me to?"

"I mean- I can do it myself but..If you're not busy..."

"Of course not, we still have time!" Wanda immediately sat me down next to the mirror and brought over a bag of supplies.

"Clint usually does mine when we're heading out but..." Natasha began.

"Clint's not here," Pepper told her.

"He's surprisingly good at it," Wanda mused as she dabbed the concealer under my eyes and blended it out.

"I still don't know why?" Natasha admitted with a sigh, tugging on her shoes so they fit around her feet.

Eventually we were all dressed and ready. Making our way down to the venue. A large building made for weddings and their receptions. People began walking in as we did, taking their seats. Shuri could be seen with her brother on the left side among some of the other avengers. The other half on the opposite side.