Facing your own legacy

Crashing bells (unedited)

Steve anxiously waited at his place beside the alter. He was fidgeting endlessly with just about anything around. Tony sighed good-naturedly.

"Jeez, cool it, Cap. That suit was expensive!" Steve looked down to find he had wrinkled and untucked his white shirt, a few of the button's on his black dress coat were loose and Steve himself seemed a bit disheveled. Steve blushed a bit sheepishly.

"Oh, like you couldn't buy a few thousand of these and barely put a dent in your funds," Steve quipped as he quickly tucked his shirt back in and started primping his hair. Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was much more suave during his wedding, though Pepper might tell you different. Tony finally took pity on the anxious Captain. Tony straitened Steve's tie and quickly buttoned his suit coat up once more.

"Just relax. Trust me on this one, you and Red are gonna have a blast!" Tony chimed enthusiastically. Steve gave the engineer a small, nervous smile. Tony couldn't help but grin. "Really, Cap. Just get through all this ceremony junk, go on one helluva a honeymoon, compliment's of yours truly, come back and get settled back into your crazy track of life- And hey! Before you know it you may have five or six little sidekicks running around." Steve laughed jovially and shook his head.

"You're ridiculous," Steve mused out loud.

"Hey, it practically is my middle name," Tony decided.

"I though it was Edward?"

"Eh, that's debatable."

"How so?" Steve questioned incredulously. Tony was about to answer when slow, classical music started playing around the small gathering of people, most of which were people from SHIELD. 

Natasha strut down the isle. She didn't know why it was said that brides had to take baby steps the entire way. Why was it actually necessary anyways? What was it actually accomplishing?

Steve grinned at his fiance's pacing. It was very much like Natasha not to waste any time. She was at Steve's side with in ten fifteen seconds. And Steve really was grateful for it. Once Natasha was there, standing right in front of him wearing her white gown, her hazel eyes staring right into his, Steve completely forgot about his nervousness. It was like it was blissfully carried off in the light afternoon breeze.

The priest began to officiate the ceremony. He motioned for everyone to sit down. Thor graciously took a seat next to his own wife. They were married in Asgard not too long ago. The wedding was quite an adventure in itself. The reception was another story entirely. Asgardian marriages counted on Earth too, right?

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today," the Priest began. Natasha wanted to laugh at the older's man's attempt's to sound holy, official and all the crap. Natasha wasn't really a religious woman. Steve however, well, he met two Gods and was still a christian, so Natasha decided to just let him do it his way. Couldn't really hurt anything and now it was even a little amusing.

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"Delta team, hold your position until we've reached the cell," order the female mercenary, "Alpha, secure the perimeter of the cell. Once I have the case, we'll be in the clear." She got several, short messages of obligation from the leaders of the organized groups. The mercenary then slipped into the large Malibu mansion. She quickly slipped off her jacket, mask and visible weapons, Alpha team would secure her possessions. She then quickly slipped into a blue, sparkling dress. It effectively hid the remainder of her costume.

The skilled and very stunning mercenary continued to make her way through the house. No one really gave her any problems. Most of them were employed for the wedding anyways. In fact, there were no problems at all until-