'𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.'
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Even if every memory from 1917 comes roaring back to you, being a former Hydra assassin means you can never get a break. Since Beverly is on a mission of redemption, she respo...
I think I'm going to be sick. There are so many nerves building in my stomach that I think I'm going to vomit. But, Wanda is here to help me out. And by helping me out, I mean give me a glass of champagne and dance to the pop music she's put on. We are currently listening to her '2000's Party Pop' playlist. It isn't exactly my favourite playlist of hers, as every song talks about sex and ass, but I know a few songs and enjoy them. To be honest, I'm too nervous to care what song she is playing. It's only been 4 months since Bucky asked me the big question. Pepper and Wanda have elected themselves to dress me, do my hair and makeup, and help me calm down. Pepper is doing a better job at the moment.
I don't know why I am so nervous. I know I won't say no to Bucky, and that he won't either. But, with our track history, I feel like something else is going to ruin it. But, I push those feelings back as best as I can, concentrating on not burning myself as Pepper stands behind me with a hair curler. I sit on the chair, in front of a desk that is full of makeup, which Wanda is using to paint my face. I told her not to use it too much, that I want it basic and neat, but she said that I need to look perfect for my big day. I somewhat agreed, so I let her do her thing. I trust her that she won't do anything to ruin this.
The door opens, and little footsteps walk into the bedroom. Wanda's bedroom, to be exact. When we talked about where we wanted the wedding, we said we wanted it basic yet personal. So, we came up with the idea to have it at the old Avenger's Compound. Even though we never lived here, our family did, and that is personal enough. We didn't have enough time to discuss where we wanted to get married in the 40s, so this is the best option. We all turn to look at the door, seeing Morgan strolling in, in her little light blue dress. She holds a wicker basket, the handle curved, and full of flowers. On her head sits a flower band, mixed with her pinned-up brown hair. She smiles widely at us, skipping to stand beside Pepper.
"You look like a princess, Bevvy." She stands in amazement.
"Thank you, Morgan." I smile at her. "And, you look like a very beautiful flower girl."
It didn't take long for us to decide the roles we wanted people to play in the wedding. Morgan is the flower girl and will walk in before me. Wanda is my maid of honour, and Pepper is my bridesmaid. Because Steve and Tony are gone, Bucky and I couldn't decide who would walk me down the aisle or be his best man. So, we combined the two, having Sam walk me down and then stand beside Bucky, being his best man. Pepper and Wanda both put down their tools, turning to look at me with wide smiles on their faces. I can see slight tears prickling in Wanda's eyes, so I reach over to grab her a tissue to not ruin her makeup.
