Title: Lead us home
Author: Mod. Grunge
Pairing: aou!Pietro x Reader
(no powers mentioned by the requester)
Prompt: ( x )
Trigger Warnings: Mild Panic
Genres: Romance, Fluff
Words: 1, 386
Comments: Hello there, guys!
I am so terribly sorry for making all of you wait for your requests to be
filled. I am also sorry if this isn’t exactly accurate—I haven’t been to all
that many weddings, but I think I have heard enough to be able to get the gist
of it. I really do hope this is what you had in mind and that you enjoyed it,
annonie! Please remember that you are wonderful and so precious to this world!
something stuck in your throat and no matter how many times you swallow, it
doesn’t go down, making you gasp for air and walk in circles around the waiting
room assigned to the bride in the little church Tony reserved for the day
somewhere in the south of France. Perhaps if you weren’t so utterly nervous,
you would have laughed about the cheesy setting and how sappy all of them are
when it comes to romance and the like. But you’re more than nervous, close to
shaking and the only thing you can actually think about is how the fuck will
you manage to walk all the way to the altar without tripping over your
unnecessary long dress that Natasha somehow managed to find a world-renowned
designer to create it, last minute notice.
what to do with your hands anymore—other than helplessly wiggling them in front
of your face—you intertwine your fingers and place them in your lap as you sit
on a spare chair that isn’t home to
decorations and clothes, squeezing the life out of them. You’re not getting
cold feet; this isn’t a revelation of sorts that you were just hopelessly
convincing yourself this is the path you would willingly choose for yourself.
No, not at all. This is you realizing that there’s nothing else you’d rather be
than here, surrounded by all the people who matter and who have shaped you into
the person you are today and the thought is so terrifying, so goddamn
frightening, you wonder if this is what happiness should really feel like.
ridiculous, you know that, but you just can’t really grasp the fact that
everything from this point onwards, is going to change. You can’t get over the
fact that no longer will you and Pietro be addressed as two different people,
but as one, over the fact that you will share a home and everything will
finally make sense and you will truly and honestly belong somewhere, a place
only for the two of you.
Taking a deep
breath, you carefully slap your face with your hands as to not mess up the
makeup Wanda and Natasha have spent excruciating hours perfecting it, and stand
up, hands now on your hips with a determined look on your face—you’re going to
put that veil over your head, grab that bouquet of flowers and rock the church,
because this is your day, you deserve this and you’ll be damned if anything or
anybody, including yourself, will ruin it.
And that’s exactly
what you do. You walk to the human-sized mirror, inspect every single detail of
your dress and posture, extend your arm to grab the veil that’s on the little
table besides it and put it over your head and you don’t really think you have
ever thought of your smile as beautiful until now. You’re glowing; your eyes
have turned into a slightly lighter shade and it feels like your curls are
being played with by the wind that’s practically nonexistent and you somehow
wish you could immortalize this moment forever, the moment you finally became
the protagonist of your own fairy-tale instead of the side-kick character who
always gets the short ends of things.
Just as you are
admiring yourself and straightening your back to get into the correct position
to walk down the altar as gracefully as possible, somebody knocks on the door, pulling
you out of your trance. For Pietro’s sake, you hope it isn’t his little
impatient ass trying to get a peek of you. You may not have been to all that
many weddings in your life, but you know about enough to be aware of how bad of
an omen that is.
you yell, pulling up the ends of your dress as to not step on them and rip it
just before the big moment and stroll to the door, pulling it open with such
force, you are amazed by how strong the hinges truly are.
To both yours
and Pietro’s wellbeing, it’s not him, but Tony, holding up a bottle of what you
presume to be an expensive as fuck brand of champagne that you wouldn’t be able
to afford on your good days, sporting a shit eating grin and a crooked bowtie.
The scene is humourous, but you can’t exactly manage to get yourself to
externalize the laughter bubbling inside your chest, out of fear you might
burst out crying; in theory you are more than prepared for this wedding to
start, but in practice, you’ve got a long way to go before you get your body to
agree to it.
aside, you let him enter the room, poking your head out to see if somebody else
is there (there’s nobody) and close the door, making your way to the chair you
were sitting in just moments ago, ready to jump out of the window.
you might need a little boost before walking out of that door, kiddo. God knows
I needed one when I married Pepper.” Tony says, handing you the bottle before
leaning against the table, arms crossed over his chest and observing you.
your head back and take some big gulps, scrunching up your nose at the bitter
taste, but continuing nevertheless, until you’re sure you have the right amount
of alcohol in your system to ease the tense muscles.
place the bottle on the table, far enough from the edge to make sure you won’t
break it if your legs decide to give under you in the last moment, the two of
you sit in a comfortable and understanding silence a few more moments, before
Tony pushes himself from the table and extends you his arm, a warm, gentle
smile on his face encouraging you to take it and enjoy your moment.
think you will ever be able to come up with the right words to express the
gratitude you feel towards all of the Avengers, you think as you slowly make
your way to the altar and to your future husband, listening attentively to any
sounds as Tony places your hand over your to reassure you. Wanda with her
constant silent understanding and silent ways of showing you she’s there.
Natasha with her priceless life lessons and nurturing nature that comes up any
time she feels you were in need of some girl time. Bruce with his soft smiles
and cheesy ways of showing you that everything will be alright. Clint with his
fatherly ways of taking care of you and making sure you have everything you
need. Tony with his constant support. Tony the one who became your father
somewhere along the way and took it upon himself to guide you throughout your
life in the absence of your parents. Steve with his old-fashioned ways and
moral support and incredibly tasty pancakes that were never absent in the
morning. Sam and Rhodey with their humour and friendship and all the other
people who made it their life mission to include you in everything.
his disheveled hair, smile full of teeth and sarcastic words. Pietro the one
with warm hugs and minty breath ghosting over the back of your neck. Pietro
will all of his love reserved just for you. Pietro, the one full of hope and
dreams and kindness. Pietro—the one whom you will be married to.
the way, everything became a blur of flashing images, lighten up faces looking
at you with adoration and pride, comforting words being whispered into your
ears as you tried to pay attention to what the priest was saying, muffled sobs
being concealed behind a handkerchief as Tony tried to suppress them and not
attract attention to himself and all you can truly remember from beginning to
end is how Pietro looked at you, how scared he was himself yet how unyielding
he was in marrying you and you don’t think that your wedding day could have
gone any way better than having him pour his entire soul into your body as the
church erupted into claps.
definitely where you belong and there’s not much left of the road until the
both of you reach home.