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Epilogue

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I'd battled mad titans, aliens, geniuses, crazed villains, and that guy who wanted to be a kangaroo. But none of that battles could face up to the anxiety I was currently facing.

"I'm gonna throw up, that's it. I'm done for. I'm gonna throw up all over my dress, then on Peter, and we'll be doomed to lives of misery."

The girls around me laughed in disbelief, having dealt with two previous meltdowns earlier that day, "You know that isn't going to happen."

"Here, liquid courage," Jess shoved a shot glass into my hand.

Without hesitation I tipped it back, focusing on the burn in my throat rather than my nerves. It worked. For a minute, that is.

"Honey, everything will be okay," My mom put a hand on my shoulder, "I was this way before I married your dad. We've been married for 25 years and we couldn't be happier."

"Right. It's fine. It's fine. Totally... totally okay."

"Shortest meltdown ever," MJ moved around me, adjusting things as she saw fit, "All of us always knew you would marry Peter someday. We all know you're going to be that couple that everyone secretly hates because you're perfect. That's how the world sees you already. This is just some paperwork and another ring on your finger."

All of the girls - my mom, Jess, Morgan, MJ, and Shuri - nodded in agreement. The X-Women claimed they were "too old" and settled for just being invited rather than being bridesmaids. Personally, I thought they just didn't want to deal with the hangovers that'd result from the bachelorette party because god, they were awful.

Knock. Knock.

Ned poked his head in, a bright smile on his face, "You guys ready? It's time to walk."

In response we all filed out of the room, "(Y/n), Peter's gonna freak when he sees you. I've been shipping this for over five years. No other ship becoming canon will live up to this day. Thank you for this opportunity."

Laughing quietly, I lagged behind to give the rest of the group time to go in with their assigned partners. Then I met my dad in front of the doors leading to the banquet hall.

"Oh my god," he whispered, immediately tearing up when he got a good look at me, "I made you! This was all me!"

"Weird thing to say, but alright," I took his arm, laughing to hold back my tears. I sat in a chair for forty minutes getting my makeup done. I was not about to have it ruined.

We stepped through the already open double doors. The congregation stood and faced us. They were neither Peter's family nor mine. They were our family. X-Men, Avengers, Guardians, Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock plus Venom, blood relations, a few celebrities, and friends we picked up on the way. Using an invention by Shuri, we sucked our inter-dimensional friends over as well. It was all perfect. Except for Wade sobbing in the corner.

Then I saw Peter. I'd seen him in a suit several times before. For proms, formal events, awards ceremonies, and other weddings. But it was our wedding, and that changed everything. He'd save that suit, and whenever I saw him in it again, I would know that I was (Y/n) Parker. That I finally married him after years of our family, and eventually the public badgering us about it.

Reaching the altar, I gave Peter a bright smile. He smiled back, and I knew that everything would be okay. My previous meltdowns and anxieties didn't exist anymore. It was just me and him and the path we would continue to forge together. Taking his hands, we turned to look at the officiant.

Being completely honest, everything the officiant said blended together into the idea of being married. I was sure tears were shed by both parties, but we wiped them away in favor of smiles. I answered when the officiant asked, repeated what he said, and finally, reached-

"I do."

"I do."

"You may now kiss."

Reaching for Peter, we met in the middle and shared our first kiss as newlyweds. No different than any other kiss we'd ever shared, despite what popular media would want you to think. Still, it was nice knowing that whenever we kissed, I'd be kissing my husband. Husband.

"Reception?" I asked when we pulled back, brow raising mischievously- it was time for a bit of fun after the emotionally draining portion. Peter nodded in response, and we ran down the aisle hand in hand.

We didn't feel the need to go out to a separate bar for an hour before the reception actually started because it was in the same building. We simply crossed the hall with our guests trailing behind us. The buffet was set, and everyone was all too excited to get a taste of it.

The front table held both the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, and we started greeting them first. Peter went to the girls and I went to the guys, since we spent the entire day with our parties.

"Congrats you two. I want the record to state that I shipped it first," Ned hugged me tightly.

"Are you crying?" I asked with a giggle.

"No," he hugged me even tighter.

Harry was next. Opening my arms, we shared a warm hug, "I'm so happy for you two."

"And I'm happy for you. You're doing great," I moved on to Flash - we were all surprised by how much he cleaned up his act our senior year, and how he manned up enough to have a heart to heart with Peter about why he acted the way he did, insecurity and expectations from his parents that created internalized hate - "Hey."

"Congrats you two. You've always been made for each other. Hashtag Spidey-Tide."

"Alright," with a roll of my eyes and a smile, I greeted Leo lastly, a fresh Stark Industries employee who immediately showed his talent in designing hero suits. He easily melded into our group and was a fast friend of Shuri when they met to discuss suit designs- despite their disagreements on color shades, "Good at choosing hero suits and normal suits, huh?"

"I've always strived myself on having a good style," Leo chuckled warmly.

From there, Peter and I went around the room getting well-wishes from everyone else. Each person had something nice to say. Whether it was about us, our hero personas, or our relationship. The award for most tears shed was a tie between Wade and my dad in the end, which didn't surprise any of us.

When all the greetings were said and done, Peter and I were overjoyed to be able to sit down and eat some of the food we were looking forward to. In the middle of my pasta, MJ practically punched my arm so I would lean over to her.

"What?" I hissed.

"Are you gonna tell him?" She asked. Off my look, she added, "I'm a detective. You can't get things past me. Especially working with the Nine-Nine. Halloween Heists sharpen your senses."

"I'm gonna do it tonight. I have it all planned out," I thought of the present I'd hidden under the bed.

"You're ready?" MJ gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Not really, but he's always wanted this, and so have I. We're just doing things sooner than we expected. We've got steady jobs, a nice home, and a lot of money thanks to Tony."

"Crime rates are low. I'll be sure to keep it that way. When's the public announcement?"

"A couple weeks from now, when the biggest risk period is over."

"The public will go nuts."

With that, we backed away from each other, returning to our plates. Shoveling another bite into my mouth, Peter gave me a questioning look.

"Tea about the police station," I dismissed with a wave of my hand.

When dinner was finished, the dances came. I danced to "Slipping Through My Fingers" with my dad, Peter did "Because You Loved Me" with May, then we did "I Wouldn't Mind" together.

"So, Orveon?" I asked as we twirled around the dancefloor together, other couples and friends around us as an upbeat song pulled everyone to the floor.

"The Guardians promise that where we're staying is beautiful and romantic."

"And no crime?" I elaborated.

"As peaceful as can be," Peter assured.

When we invited the Guardians and had a discussion about the wedding, Mantis suggested her favorite planet they'd visited as a honeymoon spot. Conveniently, we hadn't chosen a honeymoon destination and their strong reassurances that nothing bad ever happened there decided our fate. The only reason they were on the planet in the first place was to refuel, and the people there did so for free since they were heroes.

The dessert was brought out while all of us were distracted by all of the classic dance music. Slowly, people trickled off of the floor to take a drink and food break. Instead of a single, large cake, we chose smaller sweets instead. Candies, cupcakes, cookies, and smaller cakes. That way, people could decide how much they could handle and subsequently, what they wanted from that.

Peter and I stopped at the head table for some water, then grabbed some dessert of our own. Instead of joining the masses once again, we slipped away into a room just on the other side of the hall. No one would notice if we were gone for a few measly minutes. We may have been the reason they were celebrating, but there were too many other things going on to stay focused on me and Peter all the time.

The reception hall we had chosen was gorgeous, a large penthouse area with a view. Peter and I, munching out our separate desserts, simply stood next to each other and observed the New York skyline out the window.

When I first moved to New York, I thought that seeing the dark underbelly of it so often would burn me out, turn me away from enjoying my time in the city. That I would grow tired of the crime and the constant need to be someone, anyone, in such a big city where you can feel like a drop in the bucket. But the real New York was different.

It was beautiful in every sense. The underbelly tried to take it over, and spoil the wonders, but they never succeeded. And that was because of Spider-Man and Riptide. Being able to save a city such as New York, a neverending skyline of hopes and the future, was a feeling like no other. It was our little corner of the world, one that we'd protect until our dying breaths without fail. Well, except for-

"Police sirens," Peter pointed out the flashing lights on the street below us. The sound could barely be picked up because of the music across from us, even by trained ears such as ours, "What do you say?"

Humming, I smiled, "They can make do without their favorite heroes for one night. We deserve this, don't we?"

The city in front of us seemed to scream with agreement. We'd protected it for years, it'd survive one night without our services. It would be the only time we didn't jump into action when we had a good opportunity to, yet neither of us felt guilty about it.

So, we finished our food, shared a smile, and turned back to rejoin the festivities. Partners, now and forever.