The Rules of Living with the Avengers

50. Chapter 50 time for a wedding.

  "Well that was the best wedding I've ever been to," Tony says. We all look incredulously at him. "It was fun, there was free booze and to be honest, I haven't been to a lot of weddings."

"Ours is not going to be like that," Pepper tells him.

"Ours?"

"We're engaged, Tony. We have to have a wedding at some point."

"Oh. But why?" Pepper looks like she's about to smack him until Thor starts loudly singing Asgardian songs.

Loki groans and rests his head in his hands. We all look exhausted. I've still got sticky cake in my hair. Only Fury looks marginally happy. "It wasn't the worst wedding I've been to," he says.

"It was a disaster."

"Yeah but I've been to worse. The Vegas wedding, for example. That was between-"

"We don't talk about the Vegas wedding," Steve says quickly, looking alarmed.

"Yes we do," I say.

"No. We don't. Oh, look, it's Clint."

Clint comes out of the hospital room, tired and grumpy-looking. "Nat told me to get you all. She's back to normal. She punched me when I annoyed her so I guess she's okay."

We all stand up, excited. "Can we see it?" Thor asks.

"Yeah, I suppose. Just go in. And be quiet." He looks at me. "Ellie?"

"Yeah?"

"Nat's going to murder you."

"She might like it."

"No. You're going to be dead when she finds out. I'll make sure your funeral is Les Mis themed. Say your goodbyes now."

"Come on. She won't be that mad-"

"ELLIE!"

"Oh crap."

24 hours before...

"Wake up!" I scream, running up and down the corridor. "Today is the big day!"

There are several yells and groans coming from the bedrooms but I ignore Tony and Bucky's swearing and start humming the song that brides go down the aisle to. Eventually a door opens and Bruce walks out, yawning. We're at Tony's LA house because of the wedding so everyone is sleeping on the same corridor. That's good for waking everyone up at the same time but bad for sleeping. Last night all I could hear was Bucky and Steve doing God knows what and Thor snoring and Clint watching TV. "Morning," Bruce says sleepily.

"Morning, Brucie! If you go downstairs, you'll find Natasha and I have prepared some breakfast. Well, Natasha did. I broke the microwave by exploding oatmeal everywhere."

"You broke my microwave?" Tony steps out of his room, frowning. "I'm gonna tell Pepper."

"You look like a zombie," I tell him.

"That's because you've just woken me up at 7am." He scowls and follows Bruce downstairs. Steve comes out next, already dressed with a book in his hands.

"Morning!" I smile at him. I wait until he's gone downstairs until I run into Bucky's room. "Have you told him yet?"

"About what?"

"About Peter?"

Bucky groans and flops back onto the bed. "No. And I'm not going to. At least not today."

"He's going to find out, Bucky," I say but he just grunts at me so I go to get some breakfast. I can smell bacon. Yum.

Natasha's flipping pancakes whilst never taking her eyes off the bacon. She's like a cooking goddess. Or a general goddess. She'd be definitely be Athena. "Where's Bucky?" Steve asks.