You looked down at your list of bridal party members, and it read like an awkward movie plot. The mixture of Avengers and their Marvel counterparts would certainly create quite a scene with any media who caught wind of the event, and it made you wonder if eloping would be easier, but given this particular group they would probably just follow you there anyway.

"Steve, have you asked all of your groomsmen yet? This list is a ridiculous number of people, and we need to be sure they aren't out filming so they can actually attend."

"What a coincidence that you should ask," he smiled, leaning against the door frame to tie his shoes, "I'm on my way to meet with Chris right now. You wanna come with?"

"No," you replied quietly, trying to avoid his gaze, "I'm good."

Your tone had him curious now, taking a few steps to stand behind to you to lean down and rest his chin on your shoulder. "Did he piss you off or something?"

"No, nothing like that," you chuckled, "I just don't want to get in the way of your male bonding, or whatever it is that you boys do." Reaching up, you tapped your hand lightly against his cheek, turning your head to give him a quick kiss. "Besides, I have this enthralling catering order to finish. The excitement is almost too much. You could stay and help me if you want?"

"Yeah, well you have a great day, doll!" he called out, making a quick escape from any responsibility and laughing well beyond the close of the door.

~~~

"Shut the fuck up."

"I will not."

"Steve, you're fucking joking, right?"

"Chris, I'm not joking," Steve laughed, taking a long drink from his beer bottle. "I want you to be a groomsman. I don't understand why you're so surprised by that. I had you pick up the ring, so how could you not see this coming?"

Taking an equally long drink from his own bottle, Chris sat back against the chair with an expression full of shock and awe at the man sitting across from him. Barely over a year ago, he didn't know the man personally but had admired everything about him, and here he was now asking him to be a part of his wedding. "I just...I guess I didn't think I was that high on your list."

"Okay, so think again. You in or out?"

"Oh, I'm in, baby. I'm definitely in." He grabbed his phone and began furiously texting, smiling at his phone with each reply. "Oh, this is beautiful," he mumbled to himself, still sending message after message.

Steve groaned and shook his head, finishing his drink as he watched. His counterpart was well known for being the life of any party that he attended, but it only now occurred to him that a bachelor party was required and that Evans had Tony's number.

"What the hell did I just get myself into?"

~~~

The weeks before your wedding passed by so quickly that before you knew it, the bachelor and bachelorette parties were upon you. Steve had been trying to fight going the entire time, insisting that he wasn't much for parties and that he would rather just spend time with you before all of the hectic festivities began. Organizing all of these people in the same place at the same time was nearly impossible, but somehow the two of you had pulled it off.

"Don't forget your phone."

"Got it," Steve replied, tapping his jacket pocket. "What time do you think the girls will have you home?"

"Who knows," you sighed, securing your earring and grabbing one of the necklaces that Steve had given you for your first anniversary. Holding up your hair to keep it out of the way, you gave him the necklace to help you put it on. "They didn't really tell me what we were doing. I'm sure it's going to be pretty late though. How about you?"

"I honestly have no idea. With Chris and Tony running this, it could be next week before you see me again."

With a final glance in the mirror, you turned around to look at him with a smirk, "well I should hope not, we get married in two days." You took a small spin around in front of him so he could get a last look before you both ran out the door. "How do I look?"

Steve shook his head as he admired you and grabbed your waist, pulling you in close, "like you have to ask. You know you're gorgeous." He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your neck, his breath leaving goose bumps tingling your skin. "Is that the perfume I got for you? You smell amazing."

"Yes it is," you chuckled, pushing him away, "and I know that voice. We don't have time. Go."

"Oh, come on," he whined, reaching out for you as you moved to the door, but you were too quick for his grasp. "Neither of us really want to go anyway..."

"No, let's go. And you behave yourself, you hear? I don't want to have to bail any of you boys out tonight."

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, reluctantly following you out to the waiting partygoers several floors below, determined to get back home to you as fast as he could.

~~~

"You're seeing what I'm seeing, right? Please tell me this isn't my drunk imagination," Tony laughed, holding his phone up in front of his face to catch every moment of the show that was about to begin. "Oh, god, this is everything that I could ever wish for, right here."

"Here, let me get it from another angle," Sebastian offered, moving to another table a few feet from the stage and holding up his phone as well. He quickly pointed to Mark, who took position on the opposite side. This was a moment to be captured without a moment wasted.

"I don't know any of these," Steve slurred, looking at the list of karaoke songs with Chris, both of them with heavy eyelids and sloppy grins across their faces. "You just pick somesing and I can folloow along."

Robert leaned over to Thor and grabbed the small flask from the table in front of him, giving it a small shake before taking the top from it to inspect what was inside. "This little bottle got Cap that wasted? Everything we've read about him says he can't get drunk."

"Do not believe all that you read," he replied, taking it back from him and sliding it into his jacket pocket. "But, it does take a significant amount to do so."

The men all sat up and gave the stage their attention when the sounds of AC/DC filled the small bar, trying their best to hold in their laughter as Steve pointed in their direction and threw his arm around Chris' shoulder. "This is for yooou, Tony. I love you, man."

"Jesus, it's like my birthday, Christmas, and losing my virginity all at the same time," Tony laughed, "this is the greatest day of my life."

~~~

"Maria, we talked about this," you whispered angrily, "I said no strippers. Steve would lose his mind if he knew about this."

"So no one will tell him. Nat threatened everyone already that they had better keep their mouths shut, so stop worrying." She grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bathroom, dragging you out into the bar and up to the stage. "Sit down and take it like a single lady, (Y/N)!"

She had barely left the stage before the music began and the clothes began to tear away from the men surrounding you. You could hear your group of so-called friends hollering and laughing as an endless array of sweaty men danced around you. A flurry of limbs and barely covered genitals did nothing but make you more and more nervous about what Steve would think if he could see you right now. When you saw your opportunity, you reached your hand out to Scarlett for a little help.

"Drink!"

She quickly obliged, handing you a shot that you took down far too quickly. "I've got two hands, woman!" She handed you two more, and quickly had two more at the ready, which you took eagerly. Whatever she had given you didn't take long to hit, and the barrage of men encircling you became a little blurry. "Okay, boys," you called out, "at ease. Get your wieners out of my face."

"Did she just say wieners?" Pepper laughed, choking on her drink. "Wow, those two really are perfect for each other."

Your phone lit up with a call from Tony, so Nat grabbed since you were indisposed with the half-naked men lining up for your attention. She could only imagine the fun the men were having with Steve if it were even half as embarrassing as this. "Stark, you're not gonna believe what she's doing-"

"Romanoff, we have a problem," he interrupted, sounding remarkably sober. "Steve's been arrested and Evans is getting his face stitched back together."

~~~

It probably wasn't the best idea to sit in the police station lobby feeling drunk yourself, waiting to bail out your drunk fiancé, but Steve had forced this on you when he apparently completely lost his mind. You couldn't wrap your mind around that fact that he knocked out his friend, and you had no idea why. You had been waiting for nearly an hour when they finally let you back to see him, and the long walk to his cell was uncomfortably silent. When you turned the corner of the long hallway to finally get a view of him, he looked broken and remorseful.

"Rogers, what the hell happened?"

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," he sighed with relief at the sight of you, jumping up to stand at the bars with you. "Is Chris okay?"

"He's fine, just a few stitches. But no one will tell me what the hell happened, so get talking."

Steve let out a small groan and sat on the bench on the farthest side of the cell, leaning forward, clasping his hands and wringing them together nervously. "You never told me that he kissed you."

"That he...when...?" you paused, trying to find the memory in your alcohol hazed mind, gasping aloud when it finally appeared. "Oh my god, Steve, that was nothing. He was a little drunk and apologized right away so I forgot all about it."

"But it was at the party. We were engaged for what, an hour?"

Closing your eyes, you didn't want to show regret, but you really did believe it to be nothing of concern to him. There was no reason for you to have shared something that you knew would cause this type of thing to happen. "He was congratulating me, and it went a step too far, but it was barely a few seconds. I didn't think anything of it, honestly."

"So you were avoiding him, weren't you? That day when I asked him to be in the wedding and you didn't want to come with me."

"I didn't want to go with you because I had 8 million things to do, and hanging out with you two wasn't anywhere on my list." You rubbed your temples, already beginning to feel the after effects of your buzz wearing off. "Steve, this is bad. His face alone is probably insured for millions. And don't even get me started on how many people probably got pictures."

"Shit."

"Exactly." Grabbing your purse, you reached in to grab your wallet, searching lazily for your credit cards with uncoordinated hands. "I'm going to go pay your bail, and Clint's taking you home. I'm gonna stay with Maria tonight and we can talk about this when we're both sober."

"(Y/N), we're getting married in two days. You're not coming home?" He stood quickly and rushed back to the bars, trying to get as close to you as he could.

"I feel like your blaming me for something that I didn't even do, when you're the one sitting behind bars. We need clear heads before we figure this out."