Second Chances

Fourteen

"The sun is shining! The birds are singing! And it is your wedding day!" Tony sang, flinging the curtains open, and Carol moaned into her pillow.

"Stark the wedding doesn't start for four hours."

"That's four hours that we have to get you ready and down to the venue." Tony reminded, and Carol groaned again.

"Five more minutes." She begged, adjusting herself on the bed so that she didn't face the sun.

"Aren't you in the military?" Tony crossed his arms, and Carol forced herself in a sitting position to glare at Tony.

"Aren't you just a bride's man?"

"Correct! However, Natasha and Rhodey are getting breakfast." Tony sat on a chair that was by Carol's window.

"Rae probably has Maria in her dress, already." Tony raised an eyebrow, and Carol huffed.

"Fine. I'll get up." She hissed, and she got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom.

Tony looked down at his watch, waiting, and Carol flung the bathroom door back open so hard that it could fly off its hinges.

"It's my wedding day!" She exclaimed, and Tony looked back up at her.

"Five minutes and thirty-nine seconds." He smirked, and Carol rolled her eyes.

"It's my wedding day! Fuck yeah." She pumped her fist, and Tony crossed his arms.

"Might I say you were glowing this morning." He teased, and Carol kicked his foot.

"I'm getting married, you aren't allowed to be an ass." 

"I'm always an ass." 

"Not on my wedding day." Carol hissed, and Tony shrugged.

"Okay. Not on your wedding day, but if I get married then I will be all the ass I want." Tony's smirk was wide, and Carol crossed her arms.

"I don't think whoever will be marrying you will appreciate that very much." She said, and Tony stood.

"Welp, I think they will have to get used to that." He winked at Carol, and his phone chimed.

When is the wedding reception again? I left the invite at work and Clint threw it away. Steve texted, and Carol raised an eyebrow at Tony's small smile.

"Who's that?" She walked over to Tony and leaned over his shoulder as he quickly texted Steve 4:00.

"You're breath stinks." He grimaced, and Carol stared at him blankly.

A smug smile then rose on her face, and she asked, "Is it, Steve?"

"That doesn't concern you, Danvers. Now, please, for the love of God, brush your damn teeth."

"You don't smell that great either, Stark. Might wanna lay off on the old man cologne." Carol called as she sauntered to the bathroom.

"To have you know this is probably the most expensive young male's cologne in France!" Tony yelled after her, and there was a click of a lock behind him.

He spun around as Rhodey opened the door carrying a box of bagels and cream cheese.

"Carol's favorite." He raised the box, and Tony nodded, popping his fingers.

"So glad you're here Honey Bear. You too, Nat. Carol is a menace."

"What is my rule on my wedding day!" Carol yelled for the bathroom.

"Not to be an ass, but, you see Sweet Cheeks, the flaw in your plan is that no one can resist this ass." Tony retorted, and Rhodey snickered to himself as he placed the box of food on the countertop.