One Shots Book

We Will Be Perfect • Steve Rogers

fiancée!Reader x fire chief!Steve

"Light me up," Wilson nears Bucky who had the lighter. Thank god the hotel you reserved for everyone had a smoke floor.

Because Wilson didn't know how he'd get through this wedding without smoking a cigar.

Especially with how strict everything was. It felt like the night before school where you had your outfit laid out for you, you had to be in bed at a certain time and no funny business like staying up late doing shenanigans.

"Very intriguing place Y/n booked for us. My question is, why are these bars here?" Tony points to the back patio area, where it was covered completely by steel rods, "are we in jail?"

Steve taps his whiskey glass, sitting at the table deep in his thoughts. None of which included regretting marrying you. Of course not, you were the love of his life and tomorrow was going to be the best day.

Especially because you were getting a wedding you've only dreamed of.

"Steven, I'm talking to you. Are you getting cold feet?" The guys gasp, Scott, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Pietro and Bruce.

"Of course not," your soon to be husband responds, gulping he looks down at his phone, "my dad keeps calling me."

"I'm pretty sure that's normal isn't it?" Tony's question gets lost quickly as Barnes turns his head briefly to his best friend.

"Don't answer it. He's a dick."

"Maybe he wants to talk to you before the wedding?" Bruce adds, pulling a chair and sitting down. His fancy glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

"After 16 years?" Drinking the rest of the whiskey in his glass, Steve picks up the bottle in front of him to pour himself another glass.

"Aren't you 31 Steve?" Tony asks another question that goes unanswered.

"I think you should talk to him. I don't have my dad around and if I did I'd make mends with him."

Then Pietro was adding, there's a moment of silence, the girls were across the hall but they could still hear them from the open back door. Which was still covered by steel bars.

Which you had put in because you didn't want your future husband's best friend who are basically children accidentally falling from there.

"Oh my god they're having a pillow fight!" Letting his mouth drop open, holding a small pair of binoculars, Scott is in disbelief but enjoying what he's seeing.

"Is Mary Jane there too?" Peter gently takes the binoculars, interested in only seeing his crush jump and having fun with the other women.

Steve licks his lips, rubbing the bottom half of his face, "Why tonight? Out of all the nights?"

The hotel room phone rings, and Wilson walks over with his glowing cigar, "wrong room, they're making noise over in 6011. We heard they're having a pillow fight...oh...mhm...mhm...yeah he's here. Okay."

Hanging up, Sam pats Steve's pack and takes another whiff of his cigar, "they said your Pops is downstairs."

Steve turns his head, his chest inhaling with air just to escape drastically. "I'm going to call Y/n." Not even letting him get out of the chair and take a step to the phone all the guys put themselves in front of Steve.

Including Thor, "can't let you do that. She'll kill us. We're supposed to be distracting you actually. Hey kid! You pick a movie out yet? And not Superman we're not watching that crap."