All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 8

Tony frantically rushed through waiters and waitresses, adding last-minute touches to the decor of the fancy venue he had rented. All of the exterior walls were made of windows that overlooked the busy streets of New York City below them. A medium-sized stage was set up so that the lights of the building with a dance floor in front of it. Beyond that, tables were strategically placed so that everyone had a place to sit while still having room to put out their chairs, with a bar area next to it against the wall. The food was placed along the wall and out of the way of all the hustle and bustle that was going to come. Themed balloons, streamers, and cloth banners highlighted the venue. The room was decorated in light hues of white, purple, and orange, adding a festive feel to the large room.

"Hey, we're missing a dish on the dessert table!" Tony exclaimed as he looked over the catering. A waitress nodded her head, rushing over to her boss to fulfill Tony's demand.

"Out of all the things to be serious about, you're serious about parties?"

The raven haired man turned around to face Pepper, who had a smirk on her face as she looked at him. Tony dramatically gasped, slapping both of his hands over his heart as his mouth dropped open.

"A party?" he asked, looking at her with a "serious" gaze. "Pepper, my love... the stars to my moon, the bullet to my gun, THE YEE TO MY HAW," he exclaimed, gaining the attention of a few waiters.

"Oh my god," Pepper muttered to herself, avoiding eye contact with the man she was doomed to spend the rest of her life with.

"Pep, this is not a party, this is a celebration. Those are two very different things," Tony told her.

"What's the difference?" she asked.

Tony looked at her, allowing her to see the gears in his head clicking and turning. His hands lowered and shoved themselves in his pockets, and his eyebrows knitted together as he pondered his wording.

"Well... A party is more of a fun get-together. An excuse to see people or get drunk, and not pay for food. This, however, is a celebration. There is an important, concrete reason for an event, and we are celebrating our future marriage, and it is not, to me, a simple party," Tony told her.

It was always moments like this that seemed to slap Pepper across the face, reminding her that Tony actually could have a maturity level suiting his age. One minute he was saying how she was the yee to his haw, and telling her a wise speech about what a celebration really was the next.

"Well said, Tony. Now, let's go get into our Bonnie and Clyde costumes. People will start arriving here pretty soon," she said.

She wasn't wrong. It seemed that as soon as they came back from changing into their costumes, guests started walking in, one right after the other. So far, none of them were dressed up in a costume, except for an old man in sunglasses who wore an astronaut suit, calling him "Tony Stank" before walking off to the food table.

"Who invited him?" Tony whispered in Pepper's ear, his customer-service smile hiding his confusion and curiosity.

"Who invited him? I thought he was on your side of the family," she whispered back with a matching smile of her own.

Time went on, and more guests filed in. A few wore costumes, mostly couples dressed in matching sets from various books and movies that Tony pretended to know or enjoy. Finally, after an hour of walking and making sure people were enjoying themselves, Tony nearly cried tears of joy at the sight of Happy strolling through the doors. He was quick to excuse himself, allowing him to talk to Happy over by the glass wall.

"Oh my god, don't ever leave me again!" Tony told his friend.

"I wish I could, Tony, wish I could," Happy said.