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Tony Stark wasn't one to lose control often, but the thought of marrying Nora—of finally being able to call her his wife—had him grappling with an entirely new kind of excitement.
He had always thought of her as someone who liked to keep things private and intimate, both because she was too wary of other people's gaze and because she liked when he would himself be his usual self, not the one who he had to keep up for looks or presentation but just him. Him as his sweet, careful, romantic self who would burn anything in the world if it meant keeping her happy.
But well as soon as he had proposed and she had become to-be- Mrs. Stark, he was proved wrong.
Because she was purely elated in hosting a big wedding, where all of his business partners, their friends, whoever they want to bring, the close friends and their family all were included making the guest list over 400 from which approximately there were 350 people she had never even met.
Tony at first was doubtful and concerned, thinking maybe she was going along the list because Pepper had drafted it and Nora might have assumed it would be crucial for his business to include all of them. So he sat by her side in the kitchen, telling her how they can do whatever they want, with close friends, hell, even without anyone, anything until she was happy and comfortable.
Nora had looked at him, her head tilted, voice soft when she asked, if he would be comfortable with a big wedding or announcing their wedding publicly, which he had immediately confirmed and nodded his head not wanting her to think that he was saying this because he consider marrying her as an embarrassment, hell no, if anything he was still feeling like this was a beautiful dream from which he never wanted to wake up.
He wasn't ready to let the thought go so easily. "Listen to me," he said, leaning closer, his tone earnest now. "You could show up in pajamas and bunny slippers, and I'd still be the luckiest man alive to stand beside you. I just—" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to feel overwhelmed or like you have to prove anything to anyone. This is our day. If a big wedding isn't what you want, I need you to tell me."
Her laugh was light, and she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "It's sweet that you're worried. But this is what I want. A big wedding. All our friends, all our family, and yes, even your overly enthusiastic business partners. Because when I marry you, I want the world to know,"
Tony blinked, surprised.
"I want to celebrate," she continued, her smile growing. "I want to dance and laugh and make memories with everyone we care about. I want to walk down the aisle and see your face light up. And, honestly," she added with a mischievous grin, "I want to see the looks on all those women's faces when they realize the great Tony Stark is officially off the market,"
That last line made him laugh, his chest warm with affection.
"Alright," he said, his grin matching hers. "A big wedding it is. If you're happy, I'm happy,"
