In the end, it's only us (Natasha x reader

Just let the man have it

A/N Ready for part two of Natasha and Y/n Barnes? As i said in earlier, it's a major rewrite but the underlying plot line is basically the same. And if you haven't read the first part, I suggest you do that before starting on this part. Maybe I rob them of their happy ending? Maybe I make it better? Who knows. Hope you still enjoy it.

Y/n pov

"Oh please, you have to let me do this" Tony says for the thousandth time since i proposed on Christmas.

"No" i say, also for the thousandth time since then.

"But why?" he whines out and it's funny to watch. "Why won't you let me plan your wedding? I promise i won't go totally overboard on cliches"

"We'll let you if you stop whining" Natasha says, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist and whispering the next part in my ear. "Just let him do it, it'll give us more time for ourselves"

"Fine... you can plan our wedding but you have to run everything by at least one of us" i say, giving in to Natasha's words. He probably gave that idea for her to whisper in my ear. Since he asked her first and she said he had to get my approval as well. So i just thought i would have some fun with it, and it was. I let out a laugh at how pathetic and funny it's been for him to follow me around and ask me that a million times a day for the last 49 days.

"Deal" he says before he runs off to start. He's probably already started, before i even said he could. Probably before i even proposed since he knew of the ring.

"You know, it's not nice to play with people котенок" she says and i really miss that part of her accent that made her words sound so lovely. But the way she says things in Russian anyways... makes me think i might pass out each time.

"I know моя луна и звезды. But it was fun, wasn't it?" i say with a smile as she sits down in my lap to straddle me in the kitchen chair. Brushing some hair out of my face. "What's on your mind?"

"Just the usual, what's for dinner, you, the wedding, our future..." she lightly touches my lips with hers as she speaks. Her hands rested around my neck. "You know he'll spend a fortune on this right?"

"Yes, but all that matters is that you will be there, i have no intentions of doing it twice" i say and i remember that it'd be the third time since i've been married before.

"Yeah, i really liked the dress you had on from the wedding in the forties. Though i bet it looked better in reality than that picture on your wall" she comments.

"Now there's just one last thing to do" i say as she meets my gaze. "Or rather, you have to do"

"And what is that?" she asks, brushing against my lips.

"Telling the others what you get out of this" and my words makes her head jerk back. "You're gonna have to do it eventually, it's not something that can be done in secret"

"I know, there's just no need to push me towards it" she pulls back and puts her hands in our lap instead.

"They need to know" i say as i put my hands on her cheeks. "Unless you change your mind"

"I won't" she almost snaps at me. "Y/n, baby, i won't change my mind. I want eternity with you."

"Eternity brings misery"

"Then bring it on, for as long as i'm with you i couldn't care less" she comes close again. "You are bizarrely moral for a vampire"

"That's because vampires don't sparkle, vampires eviscerate" i answer but just as she's about to kiss me again Tony comes running back in.

"What's your plans for the rest of the day?" he asks and Natasha leans her head on my shoulder with a slight laughter. One can never get a moment alone in this tower, and often not even in one's own bedroom.

"Nothing much, why?" i answer.

"Great, because this could take a few hours" he says and we both sign, but as he runs back down the corridor he calls back to us. "Come on... and bring some food or snacks"

"But i already have my snack right here" Natasha says, bringing her face close to mine again and we hear Tony make a mixed sound of aw and ew. We both laugh, kissing one last time before i head to the kitchen and her down to one of the smaller conference rooms.

Natasha pov

"Tony, this is to much"

"Nonsens, it's perfect" he says as i sit down at the table's end. He's got all his plans up on the wall, colours, decorations, dresses and rings. "What were you planning for after the honeymoon?"

"I... i don't understand the question" i say instead as i don't know what to answer really. When i tell them i want to tell them all, not just Tony.

"When you get back, what were you planning on"

"I don't know... we haven't... really talked about it" i try to turn the conversation to another topic.

"Well, we can talk about that"

"Please don't ask her that when she comes down" i plead in the last second before the door opens.

"Ask me about what?" Y/n asks, of course she heard the last. She adds with a smile."The walls may be soundproof but i was right outside the door."

"Nothing, you two can come back to me about that later" Tony says, taking the bows of carrot, dip and chips from her hands. "Now let's start, theme?"

"I thought you were gonna plan?" Y/n says with a smile, of course she had another reason why she let him do it. A reason quite similar to my own.

"I am, but you wanted me to run it through you so i was just asking if you have any requests" we both stay silent, as we both don't really care about how. Our original plan was only a small ceremony at the backyard mansion with friends and family. "Good, then i'll just use this" he says, throwing a thick folder on the table. Like at least a dozen inches thick, to say the least.