Metal Birds?

17: Wedding Dates

IT'S BEEN 5EVER I'M SO SORRY BUT HERE YOU GO I HOPE THIS HELPS YOUR METAL BIRDS DROUGHT
-MBAD

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Clint woke up early in the morning. He yawned, which was a mistake. The puppy had found its way into their room and saw lying at the foot of the bed, but upon seeing movement ran over and jumped on Clint's chest to lick his face. He chuckled and let Pepper lick him for a minute, then picked her up and set her on the floor beside the bed.

Clint leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his sleeping fiancé's forehead. Pietro's eyes fluttered and he shuffled slightly but stayed asleep. Smiling to himself, Clint got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then made his way downstairs. Laura, who was was sitting at the dining room table, eating an omelette and reading a book, looked up when she heard the cabinet open. Clint smiled, got himself a bowl of cereal, and took the seat opposite his sister. Only when he was comfortably seated did she decide to interrogate him.

"When's the wedding, and when are you planning on asking me to be your best man?"

"We don't know, and never," he deadpanned.

"Well, when do you want the wedding to be, and why the fuck not?" She was only permitting herself to curse because the kids were playing outside. Clint rolled his eyes.

"Nat's my best man."

"Rude."

"Fine. Do you want to tell her, or do you want me to tell her? We'd both die either way, Laur, it's up to you," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, alright, I'll fire her. If I die, it's on you."

"Thank you. Anyways, when's the wedding?" she repeated.

"We don't know," he answered. "Pietro doesn't like the winter and we can't do the spring because I have allergies and might die."

"So, summer and fall? How about Halloween?" Laura suggested through a mouthful of cheese and egg. Clint nearly laughed- his sister, although younger, was more mature than him 99% of the time, but he really enjoyed that 1% when he got to see her mess around and be the fun, annoying little twerp he knew she was inside.

All he said was, "Halloween? Really?" She sighed.

"Yeah, you're right. Tony will be at the wedding, correct?" Clint nodded. "Yeah, Halloween is definitely not the best idea. How about sometime in the summer? Maybe late August? It's not as hot as mid-summer, but it's still warm, and you could do it here and invite the five people you know." She said the last part sarcastically and Clint reached across the table to snatch the book from her hands. "Hey!"

"What have you got here?" he teased, reading the cover. "The Hobbit? Dude, come on. I read this to you a billion times over and you still want to read it?" Laura grabbed the book and shrugged.

"It's a good book and it reminds me of a time, oh so long ago, when you weren't a bag of dicks," she sighed dramatically, smirking. Clint kicked her leg under the table, narrowing his eyes, and she stuck out her tongue, to which he rolled his eyes.

"August sounds good," he said as an answer to her earlier question. "That's like, next month though. How about August next year?"

"You'll have to ask your fiancé about that one. I have no doubt you could throw a wedding together in a month, but I feel like you'd stress hardcore. You need more time than that so that you can plan everything piece by piece, and don't even try to deny it," she added when Clint opened his mouth to speak. "You've been like that since we were kids."

"Yeah, I know. It kinda sucks though, because I really want to get married now."

"You are married," Laura countered.