Natasha Romanova stood in front of Pepper Potts full length mirror.
She couldn’t believe she was about to get married to Bruce Banner no less. She gave her reflection one last glance before turning to Pepper with an uneasy smile.
“I feel like I’m going on my first solo mission” She admitted giving Pepper a sheepish look.
Pepper laughed. “That’s exactly how I felt when I married Happy and how countless of men and women feel like before their weddings its pre-commitment fever.” She explained giving Natasha an understanding smile.
Natasha smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her dress and sighed. “Pepper I don’t think I’m ready…I mean what if Bruce wakes up one morning and decides he doesn’t want an assassin to be his wife?” She asks looking down at her manicured fingers.
Pepper gently touched Natasha’s shoulder. “If there’s anyone suited for Bruce and Hulk…it’s you. You deserve this…you deserve him.” She said trying to encourage Natasha.
Natasha gave her a soft smile and turned back to the mirror. “Is everyone ready?” she asked looking around the room noticing that there was a tornado of shoes, dresses and makeup.
“Let me go see” Pepper said walking out the room. “Don’t leave Natasha wouldn’t want your makeup to ruin” She shouted from the hallway.
Natasha sighed. She was nervous…not that she would admit it. She never pictured herself as the marriage type because what man in his right mind would marry a woman who has enough blood on her hands to paint the country.
‘Bruce was a heaven send’ she thought to herself. ‘He looked beyond everything I had done in my past and decided he loved me.’
The mission was long and dragged on for more days than she anticipated. She had finally made her way to the suite in the Stark Tower Tony had made for her.
Dropping her bags to the floor she kicked off her shoes and went to lie in her bed when a surprise greeted her. Bruce?
Biting her lip she looked upon him. He was sleeping obviously but, why in her bed? He had often told her it was hard to sleep with the Other Guy so when he got it he was thankful.
Natasha backed up and was about to leave when she heard.
“Stay” his sleep laced voice called out sounding much deeper than his usual tenor.
She looked at him with a brow raised. “Are you sure that is a good idea?” She questioned knowing that either way Bruce would end up getting his way.
He chuckled and held his arms out for her. “Come on Tasha. I haven’t seen you in five weeks. I haven’t smelt your scent, I haven’t even kissed you. It’s safe to say that I missed you and, so did the Other Guy. He get’s restless when you’re not here” He said softly looking at her.
Giving him an amused look she slipped out of her shirt and pants and laid next to him. With her ear to his chest she could hear the song his heart belted out.
After about ten minutes of laying there with sleep running away from her she peeked her head up to look at the sleeping Bruce.
“How can you miss me? A killer with so much blood on her hand, with so many problems to feed the nation and, an anger management that could rival yours?” She whispers softly gently touching his curls.
“This whole love thing confuses me. You confuse me and, I hate being confused especially with all the feelings I’m discovering I have for you that I thought I locked away. This whole thing is new to me and sometimes I feel like a virgin around you” She paused and laughed softly to herself.
“I think of domestic things when I think about our future together…isn’t that weird?” She asks not expecting to receive an answer.
“Not at all” Bruce replied in a sleep laced voice. “I’m glad you feel the way you’re feeling because that’s exactly how I feel. Though usually when I’m confused I get angry…It’s not the type of anger to hurt anyone. I don’t like it when you think of all the wrong you did because; it’s not your fault. Though maybe you could be a little nicer on your missions…it’s your job. You frustrate me in a good way and to make you unconfused as possible I will tell you this. I love you…now let’s sleep please?
Natasha stared at Bruce in surprise. He loved her?
“But…Bruce” She started before she was hushed by his soft lips on hers.
~ End Flashback~
Natasha smiled at that memory as she played with one of the lace designs on her black Vera Wang gown.
Closing her eyes she did one of Bruce’s many breathing exercises to try to calm the raging thoughts in her head.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her trance.
“Come in” She called wondering just who it is on the other side.
Four year old Peter Parker Stark walked in the room with a smile on his face. He gave Natasha an up and down look and then said.
“Aunt Tasha I’m the ring bearer” he said giving her a smile that showed his lack of two front teeth.
“That you are Peter…who brought you here?” She questioned wondering which father brought him to the house.
“Happy did cause Poppy and Daddy was helping Uncle Bruce get ready!” He said pouting. “I don’t wanna be with the girls though Tasha I’m a big boy don’t ya think?” He questioned looking at her.
She gave him a smile “You are a big boy and you’ll be with the men a little bit later but, for now you’re stuck with me…which is fine because you can do big boy stuff like take pictures” she said trying to appease the child.
“Okay” He smiled and paused before skipping off. “Auntie Tasha…what does it mean to be hung over? Cause Uncle Bruce was groaning and daddy said he’s hung over. What does it mean?” He questioned.
Natasha sighed wondering exactly how much they had drunk the night before. “It means when you drink a lot of…juice your head hurts.” She explained and watched as Peter nodded before skipping away.