Bartoned

Chapter 19

Kari was a really bad bride. Not the bridezilla kind. Well, not really. You wondered if Natasha had to deal with the real bridezilla with Wanda or not. It was hard to imagine Wanda getting super bossy, but the wedding was important to her. Kari was more along for the ride. However, because she wasn't a very girly girl, the wedding stuff didn't come naturally to her, and anytime you suggested she try on a particularly poofy dress she threatened to make you wear pink taffeta.

"I'm gonna wear pink taffeta if you like it or not,' you teased. "I'm gonna go out and buy the ugliest, frilliest dress I can find. Then I'm gonna chase you down the aisle."

"You will not! I'll kill you!" Kari argued.

"Stop with the threats and pick an outfit then," you said, taking a seat on the couch in the bridal boutique. You were very pregnant now. Baby Natasha was due any time in the next four weeks. Being on your feet too long was just too much for you to deal with and while you weren't sick of being pregnant, you knew that if she decided to be late, you were going to be doing everything you could to get her out of there.

Kari whined and tugged on the lace sleeve of a dress. "These aren't me though."

"Well, what is you? There's no law to say you have to wear a big white dress. I bet Wanda wears one like that anyway. You can be the one in the suit. Or you can wear a simple dress. Doesn't even need to be white," you said.

"Of course, you would say that. You're basically married to Clint and you won't even admit to being in a relationship," she pouted.

You huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose. Sometimes you wished she got you the way Clint did. "Yeah, yeah. This isn't about me. When I get married, I'm gonna dress like a butterfly."

"When?" Kari asked. "And what do you mean you're gonna dress like a butterfly?"

You shrugged. "I dunno. Butterflies are cool."

She shook her head and went back to browsing racks of clothes. "You're hopeless."

"Me? You just have to wear a dress and you can't do it," you argued.

"Well fuck you too," Kari said, giving you the finger.

You burst out laughing. "I'm going to leave you, you know? Then you have to do this all alone."

She whined and flopped down beside you. "Maybe I need to go home and do some research. I don't know what I'm doing."

"That is extremely evident," you said, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. "But there is time. What do they say? You'll know it when you see it."

She leaned her head on your shoulder for a moment, before pulling you to your feet. "Alright, preggo," she said. "Let's get you home. I have research to do."

You followed her out to the car that was waiting for you both. Clint had somehow roped Happy into driving you everywhere because he worried that you were going to go into labor on the subway. The head of security didn't seem to love the arrangement, and anytime you asked him why he agreed, he muttered words like 'morals' and 'responsibility'.

"You and Clint found a house yet?" Kari asked as you both got comfortable in the back.

You laughed. "You seriously think I wouldn't have called you immediately if I had found our new house?" you asked. "No. Not yet."

"You know you're not going to have it in time now?" she said.

"Uh yes, Kari. I am aware," you snarked. "It's fine though. Doctors are all near the Tower. We'll have her, then move. It'll be fine."