Romanogers oneshots

What are we doing?

Steve entered the dressing room and his breath was immediately taken away. She looked absolutely beautiful. Not a single hair atop her head was astray. Natasha noticed her best friend staring through her mirror and turned to look at him. "I'm so glad you came," she said embracing him in a hug. "You look stunning," he said as he pulled away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. "You remember this?" Steve asked as he showed her the necklace that he had bought when they went on the mission to Paris. "Oh my god, you remembered," she exclaimed. "How could I forget," he said, "that was the mission where we nearly hooked up because you had two bottles of vodka." She groaned, "You're never going to make me forget are you?" "Never," he replied with a dazzling smile. "Well, I best be going now," Natasha said and planted a kiss on his cheek. Steve grabbed her wrist before she went any farther. "Steve? What's going on?" Natasha asked puzzled. "Don't marry him," he pleaded. "Why are you doing this, Steve?" "It's because I love you , Tasha and I know that you love me too. I've loved you since the day I met. If you truly love him then look me in the eye right now and tell he's the one you're supposed to marry." He said grabbing both of her hands. She avoided his eyes and said, "I-I gotta go, Steve. I'm sorry." She left hurriedly leaving Steve broken hearted in the room by himself.

"Does anyone object to this marriage?" The priest asked the room, "No? Okay, we shall pro-" "If I may interject," Steve said as he stood up. "What are you doing, dude?" Sam said grabbing his suit trying to force him to sit back down. Steve yanked his suit out of Sam's hands and stepped into the aisle. Whispers filled the air as to what he was doing. "Steve, don't do this," Natasha said begging him. "Are you trying to ruin my wedding?" Bruce asked with a hint of anger. "Fuck you, Bruce. You don't deserve a woman like her. Natasha, if you don't love me, I want you to look me in the eye and say that." "I-I," Natasha stammered, "I love you, Steve." "This is preposterous. I'm calling off this marriage," Bruce said angrily and slapped Natasha in her face, "you are such a fucking whore." Steve grabbed the back of Bruce's suit and yanked her away from Natasha. "Don't you dare lay your hands on her, motherfucker," Steve said angrily and punched him straight in the face

Steve quickly grabbed Natasha's hand and they ran out of the church hand-in-hand. They got into his car out of breath. "No, no, no," Natasha said as she started to freak out. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Steve worriedly asked. "What are we do-" Steve interrupted her with a kiss, "I love you, Tasha." She melted into the kiss and grabbed his neck with both of her hands. They pulled away and Natasha said, "Let's do this then." "Really?" "Really." Steve started up the car and looked at her, "I love you, Tasha." Her eyes glistened and she leaned over to kiss him, "I love you, too."