Ripples - Part 2
Warnings: Cursing, some violence
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A/N: I’m so happy that this has been positively received. Was going to post tomorrow but eh - its going to be (or already is) the weekend! Ce la vie and enjoy :)
I sat on the quin jet, trying to ignore the way Tony’s eyes bore into my own. Waiting for him to shoot me in the chest. Or punch me in the face. Whatever appealed to him at the moment.
I knew he had questions. Hell I had questions and I was the one married to her.
I turned back to Y/N, watching as she paced back and forth while she spoke quickly on the phone, no doubt trying to explain to the media why the quin jet for the Avengers was found hidden in an airport hanger in Las Vegas. She had changed back into the sapphire dress she had worn the night before, opting out of the cheap, puffy wedding dress we had gotten married in less than 24 hours ago.
The word echoed in the back of my brain, like the sound of a tea kettle when it had finally reached boiling water. When I thought of marriage, I expected months of planning leading up to the day in which I can watch the love of my life walk down the aisle, the idea of a future with us together brimming in my eyes.
Not the cheap thrill of convincing one of my dearest friends to marry me while we were both intoxicated off of, what has to be the most toxic alcoholic beverage in the universe. Fresh out of a breakup that I wasn’t sure I knew how to feel about.
How had I become such a mess?