promise me this; that you'll stand by me forever

2020 (pt. 2)

i finished this fic yesterday and i don't think you guys are ready for it... anyway here we go

"You have to see it," Pietro encourages, "Seriously, you look beautiful, sestra."

"I'm going to cry," Wanda warns him, "we have photos, P, I can't cry yet."

"Yelena put waterproof makeup on you for a reason," Pietro replies, fixing Wanda's hair gently, "Are you ready?"

"Don't turn me around, I will close my eyes," Wanda warns, and Pietro groans.

"Fine, but don't be mad at me if you don't like the photos," Pietro hands her her flip flops, "Take them off when you get to the beach."

"I don't need to be taught how to use flip flops," Wanda retorts, letting him lead her out of the room and to the beach.

She hasn't been to the beach since an impromptu trip that she and Natasha took a couple of years ago, and she's been desperate to revisit it. There's something about the ocean that Wanda finds therapeutic.

"Okay," Pietro says at a certain point, "take off your flip flops, leave them over there. Close your eyes and trust me, because I see Nat and you can't see her yet."

Wanda nods, keeping her eyes on her feet as Pietro stops them and kicks his shoes off as well. He fixes her hair one last time, "Close your eyes."

"Okay," Wanda says softly, letting her brother lead her along the sand and toward Natasha and Yelena.

Pietro ends up talking to their photographer as they walk and eventually he stops her. He turns her so that her back is facing Natasha - something she only knows because she's memorized this plan backwards and forwards.

She feels her hands growing clammy the longer she waits. She just keeps her focus on the ocean in front of her and tries to not touch her dress. Nothing feels more embarrassing than sweat stains right now.

"Can we turn around yet?" Wanda asks, skin itching with anticipation.

"No, we're still setting up, hold on," Pietro retorts before going back to bickering with Yelena, "Sam's also running late, what a dumbass."

"He has the rings," Natasha says, "he better not have lost them."

"We have someone with super-speed, Tasha, calm down," Yelena responds, walking around the two of them and standing in Wanda's line of sight now, "That dress is perfect."

"Wanda, give me your hand," Natasha says.

Wanda does so, her left hand meeting nothing and earning a "wrong hands, love birds," from Yelena.

Wanda reaches her other hand back and smiles when Natasha's fingers hit hers and quickly interlace, rubbing her thumb along the back of her fiancé's hand, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Natasha says, gripping a little harder on to Wanda's hand.

They hear a camera shutter go off and Pietro yells out a "Don't move!"

Natasha groans, "There's no reason for this to be so slow, P."

"You'll thank me later," Pietro responds and there's another pause. Wanda knows as Yelena walks back over toward Pietro that it must be time and her heart jumps in her chest. She knows what Natasha's dress looks like; it's a bit tighter than Wanda's with no sleeves and a simple skirt. It's beautiful.

She wonders what Natasha's hair looks like - if she braided it or left it down or put it up. She has a feeling Natasha kept her earrings in and wore her necklaces, but she wonders what makeup she's wearing.