Wandanat One-Shots

Wedding

Natasha Romanoff shook her head in disbelief. Natasha Romanoff was somewhere she never thought she'd be. She'd thought about the day it might happen, but never really accepted that, yes, it's gonna happen. Natasha damn Romanoff smoothed out a wrinkle on her white hourglass shaped dress that fit her almost too perfectly. Natasha fucking Romanoff pulled a piece of fiery red hair back into its clip. Why? Because Natasha flippin Romanoff was nervous. Because Natalia Romanova was getting married, and hell was she scared.

"I never thought I'd see the day," Clint said from behind her, pulling up his dark red tie. Natasha shook her head, exhaling deeply.

"And they say that you're only here to make things less gay. You had one damn job, Romanoff," James, or Bucky, commented. Natasha laughed.

"You're one to talk," she retorted. James snickered. Clint picked up the tiara that he had brought for himself, as he was the maid of honor. Who else could it be? He placed it on his head, his short blonde hairs sticking up around it. Natasha giggled. Clint had insisted on it. He had also insisted on wearing a tutu, but Natasha used her "you're ruining my perfect day and I'm so triggered I might kill someone" face.

"I think it's safe to say we're all gay," Clint commented. Nat rolled her eyes, but her heart was beating quickly. There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, asshats, get out here," they heard a male Sokovian accent from outside the room. Ignoring Clint's suspicious eye twitch, Natasha stood up and walked to the door. She turned on last time, checking herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked beautiful. Her hair was grown out to her waist, and her bangs were clipped back with an emerald green snowflake. She wore a slim white sleeveless dress, that fit her curves nicely. Her shoes were black and three inches. She caught the red and white bouquet Clint had tossed to her and turned to face the door. She heard the two men come up behind her.

"You got this," Clint whispered.

"Hail Tasha," James said after, mimicking "Hail HYDRA". Nat inhaled and pushed forward, stepping out the oak doors. She looked around, her heart beating faster now. That's a lot of people, she thought as Clint pushed her to start walking, and she was out. All eyes were on her as she slowly grazed down the aisle. The music was a blur and she couldn't meet anyone's eyes. She made it up to the podium, standing off to the right and nodding at the pasture who had so graciously forgiven her for going undercover as a nun right behind his back. Clint followed, taking his place to the right of her. James followed suit. She took her chance to skim the crowd. She recognized Steve and Tony, whose faces were both full of emotion and shock. Her eyes found Fury's, who had a single tear leaking from his left eye. Mandatory for weddings, only acting, of course. She found Bruce, who was smiling awkwardly. Thor and Loki were seated on the back. The blonde looked like he was about to burst out crying, while the raven just sat with an eyebrow raised. She saw Maria, who simply gave her a supportive smile. She noticed Jane and Darcy walking down the aisle, smiling to each other. They reached the podium, taking their places to the left of Nat, and both sent her mischievous smiles. Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking confused. Until something caught her eyes. Her head turned noticing the two people who were now strolling down the aisle. Pietro was in a slim suit of his own. Natasha recognized the sound of Clint's breath hitching, but her attention was on someone else. Walking down the aisle, in a beautiful poofy white dress, hair up in a perfect bun, eyes practically glowing with excitement, was Wanda Maximoff. Natasha felt her own breath hitch and her heart actually stop. Before she knew it, the twins were in their places, and she was staring right into the eyes or her fiancé. The priest started blabbering about something, but Natasha was in memory land.

*flashback*

Nat flinched she heard my crying coming from the dark hallway. She turned a corner, trying to locate the sound. She adjusted her eyes, trying to focus on the figure in front of her. She could see a red aura around the figure, and she immediately knew who it was.