Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

40 - The Worst Joke in History

"Pain. Panic. Got a little riddle do you. How, do you kill a god?" Hades, Hercules

"When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." Tecumseh

"To die would be an awfully big adventure." Peter Pan, Peter Pan

Andrea's P.O.V.

It had finally come. My wedding day. In all honesty, I never thought that I'd ever get married, given the situation I was in when I was blind and an assassin. I mean who would want to marry an assassin? For all you know they could be sent to kill you given enough time- Sorry I'm letting my mouth get the best of me again.

Anyway, here I was pacing the room in the dress I had chosen to be my wedding dress while Sophia, Natasha and, surprisingly, Frigga, watched me. Apparently Thor had told her about this and she had insisted that she come. Who was I to disagree? She practically raised me... For the first few years anyway.

"Sweetheart, you need to stop pacing." I stop and look at Frigga, who offered me a smile.

"I can't help it. What if he doesn't show? What if he decides I'm not worth it? What if-"

"Enough about the what if's. No wonder you're a nervous wreck, you overthinking this whole thing." She walks over to me and looks at me. "I may have only had a part of your life for the first few years but you are a special girl Svala. You deserve this happiness and from what I'm heard you and Steven have something special." I smiled a little at her words. I felt that Steven and I shared some sort of deep bond but even the strongest of bonds can be broken with the right material.

Sophia walked up beside Frigga. "She's right you know. I've never seen Steven this happy, even with previous girlfriends." That made me feel a little better but the churning in my gut wasn't exactly helping ease my nerves. In fact it got so bad I actually ran to the bathroom attached to the room we were all in and emptied the contents of my stomach into the sink. Don't judge, the sink was closer than the toilet.

After my stomach was well and truly empty and I was dry heaving, I ran the water to wash everything away and to rinse my mouth out. Breathing heavily, I gathered myself before walking out to Frigga and Sophia talking in low voices to each other over the other side of the room. Romanoff walked up to me, looking concerned.

"Are you okay?" She asked. I was still not used to this change of attitude towards me, even though it been a number of weeks. Surprisingly, we actually got along quite well. Apparently Barton didn't take too kindly to the 'change of pace' as Romanoff called it and got sent on a mission to try and get his head back in the game. From what I hear he's back to his normal self. I even invited him to the wedding since I know that him and Romanoff are actually together now. Yes I mean dating.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just nervous." I smile shakily as my stomach still feels like it has this urge to force things upwards and outwards. I walk back over to the three way mirror that I was pacing in front of earlier. I looked over my dress. It was pretty simple in design. It had a sweetheart neckline that had lace patterns on it, leading into a skirt that flared out slightly.

As I was admiring myself in the mirror – probably for the first time ever by the way – I felt a hand grab mine and looked into the mirror at Frigga. I smiled at her, getting a smile back. "We need to do your hair and makeup." I scrunch my nose a little. I still didn't like being made up all pretty, but I decided that I would at least try to put up with it this once. I walk over to the chair that was in front of the mirror before I heard Frigga chanting under her breath. I watched as my hair seemed to move of its own accord, twisting so that it had intricate braids that ran along the side of my head to the back where they would around some sort of bun kind of do. She left some hair out that fell around my face, which had had lipstick placed on my lips and a light blush. That was it! Despite that amount of makeup, I still think I looked different to how I normally look. Of course that doesn't take much.