Tony Stark wasn't one to lose control often, but the thought of marrying Nora—of finally being able to call her his wife—had him grappling with an entirely new kind of excitement.

He had always thought of her as someone who liked to keep things private and intimate, both because she was too wary of other people's gaze and because she liked when he would himself be his usual self, not the one who he had to keep up for looks or presentation but just him. Him as his sweet, careful, romantic self who would burn anything in the world if it meant keeping her happy.

But well as soon as he had proposed and she had become to-be- Mrs. Stark, he was proved wrong.

Because she was purely elated in hosting a big wedding, where all of his business partners, their friends, whoever they want to bring, the close friends and their family all were included making the guest list over 400 from which approximately there were 350 people she had never even met.

Tony at first was doubtful and concerned, thinking maybe she was going along the list because Pepper had drafted it and Nora might have assumed it would be crucial for his business to include all of them. So he sat by her side in the kitchen, telling her how they can do whatever they want, with close friends, hell, even without anyone, anything until she was happy and comfortable.

Nora had looked at him, her head tilted, voice soft when she asked, if he would be comfortable with a big wedding or announcing their wedding publicly, which he had immediately confirmed and nodded his head not wanting her to think that he was saying this because he consider marrying her as an embarrassment, hell no, if anything he was still feeling like this was a beautiful dream from which he never wanted to wake up.

He wasn't ready to let the thought go so easily. "Listen to me," he said, leaning closer, his tone earnest now. "You could show up in pajamas and bunny slippers, and I'd still be the luckiest man alive to stand beside you. I just—" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to feel overwhelmed or like you have to prove anything to anyone. This is our day. If a big wedding isn't what you want, I need you to tell me."

Her laugh was light, and she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "It's sweet that you're worried. But this is what I want. A big wedding. All our friends, all our family, and yes, even your overly enthusiastic business partners. Because when I marry you, I want the world to know,"

Tony blinked, surprised.

"I want to celebrate," she continued, her smile growing. "I want to dance and laugh and make memories with everyone we care about. I want to walk down the aisle and see your face light up. And, honestly," she added with a mischievous grin, "I want to see the looks on all those women's faces when they realize the great Tony Stark is officially off the market,"

That last line made him laugh, his chest warm with affection.

"Alright," he said, his grin matching hers. "A big wedding it is. If you're happy, I'm happy,"

And if she didn't have any problem then he too didn't have any. After all, somewhere deep down he did want his wedding to be big. To show off the absolute perfection and beauty he would be calling him. To celebrate the day– to make all the city celebrate the day he would be becoming the happiest man alive, the time when he would be able to call her as his completely in all senses– his wife.

That left a sweet taste in his mouth and a warm feeling in his heart, to think he would be finally getting married to her– her, the woman who had become his everything– his anchor, his safe haven, his home, his world, his everything. And finally she would also be becoming his wife, his better half, his partner forever.

Nora was handling all the arrangements of the wedding happily with her best friend aka the world's best assassin on her side, from arranging the decoration, to the food, seating arrangement, flower arrangements all the avengers were helping her at their utmost. All of them exhilarated finally seeing their two friends getting married, seeing two people who are madly in love with each other getting married. And let's not even talk about Peter, he had basically combusted when they told him they were getting married.

"You're getting married?!" Peter had squealed, his voice going a pitch higher than usual. "Oh my gosh, Mr. Stark, that's amazing! Can I help with the wedding? Do you need anything? I can help with, like, decorations or—I don't know, I can make a website for RSVPs or—"

"Woah, woah, relax Underoos," Tony had interrupted with a grin, "we would handle all of that, just help Nora with preparations alright?"

"Yes, sir," he had dramatically saluted.

***

And then there was the dress– for which Nora had to take a whole day off because Natasha was prepared with a list and a board in her hands looking like a general preparing for war,"Alright listen," she had said, " We go in, we conquer, and we don't leave until we find something that makes Tony Stark forget how to form sentences,"

Nora held a wry smile, "You are putting too much expectation on the dress,"

"Oh no, I am not,"

Natasha had possibly nitpicked every dress until there was finally one even she was surprised to see, saying how one looked like she going elope on yacht, the other one was too shimmery like she was a disco ball the other one had disappointed because it looked like Nora was going to audition for Princess Diaries 3.

Before her hand had brushed against a dress, its material was so soft that it was like a whisper. "Go ahead, try it," she had said, pushing Nora in the dressing room.

"You are going to steal his breath," Natasha said with a dreamy sigh as she looked at her, accessing her like a pray, "believe me, I would make sure Steve is by his side to keep him upright if he collapsed,"

She had named it 'the one dress'. Yes, hilarious she knows. But Natasha can be quite childish when she wants to.

Needless to say, Nora had also fallen in love with the dress the moment she had seen herself after wearing itAs they finalized the purchase, Natasha leaned over and whispered, "You're going to make him the happiest man alive, you know,"

Nora smiled, her chest tightening with emotion. "I hope so,"

"Oh, believe me," Natasha said with a wink, "you will,"

***
The morning of their wedding was a bright and colorful one, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange– as if the universe was celebrating this union. The sprawling Stark estate was transformed into a picture perfect venue with cascading wisteria drapping every inch of archway, satin and fairy lights twinkling among the lush greenery.

Inside the mansion, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Nora sat in front of her vanity table, her hair tied neatly in a bun with pearls between her hair strands, while some stray tendrils frame her face making her cheekbones pop. All while Natahsa fussed over every detail.

"Relax Nat," Nora laughed, shaking her head, "you look more nervous than me,"

"I am not nervous," Natasha shot back, "I just want you to look like the goddess you are,"

Nora turns back to the mirror, feeling the sunlight illuminate the whole room and making her dress shimmer– the one she and Nat have deemed as perfect the past week. It hugged her frame in all the right places, with intricate floral embroidery– small gems embedded in every inch– cascading down the bodice and a long, flowing train that seemed to shimmer like stardust.

"You look beautiful, Nora," Natasha said softly, her usual sharp tone replaced with genuine warmth. "He's going to lose his mind when he sees you,"

Nora's cheeks flushed, and she smoothed down the front of her dress. "Do you think he's nervous?"

"Oh, absolutely," Natasha said with a smirk. "I saw him pacing the living room earlier. Bruce had to pull him aside and remind him to breathe,"

The image made Nora laugh, and for a moment, the butterflies in her stomach settled.

Meanwhile downstairs, Tony still paced his room stopping every minute to smooth down his coat or glance at the clock. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by what we can only call nervous excitement. He straightened his tie for the hundredth time, glancing at the clock, then at Steve, who sat calmly on the couch, clearly amused.

"You look fine, Tony," Steve said, leaning back. "Actually, you look more than fine. Nora's going to love it,"

"I know she's going to love it," Tony shot back, running a hand through his hair. "But what if something goes wrong? What if the flowers aren't right? What if the music's off? What if—"

"Nothing's going to go wrong," Steve interrupted with a chuckle. "You've planned this down to the last detail. Relax. This is your day too,"

Tony took a deep breath, his fingers brushing the small velvet box in his pocket. "I just—I want everything to be perfect for her, you know? She deserves perfect,"

Steve's expression softened. "It already is, Tony. You're marrying the woman you love. That's all that matters."

Soon, the guests began to arrive, the sprawling estate filled with laughter and the soft hum of excitement. Familiar faces from every corner of Tony and Nora's lives gathered—business partners, Avengers, friends, and family—all dressed in their finest to witness the union.

Peter was zipping around, helping Pepper with last-minute details, while Thor stood near the bar, booming with laughter as Clint challenged him to a drinking contest. Even Bucky had been invited, though he stood off to the side, observing the chaos with a bemused smirk.

The ceremony itself was set in the garden, with rows of white chairs arranged beneath a canopy of blooming cherry blossoms. The aisle was lined with rose petals, leading to a stunning archway draped in ivory fabric and adorned with cascading flowers.

***

Tony Stark stood at the altar, his tailored black tuxedo making him look every bit the billionaire genius, but today, there was a vulnerability to him that only Nora could bring out. His fingers fidgeted slightly with the cufflinks Pepper had chosen for him—simple, elegant, and engraved with their initials. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair as he looked down the aisle where she would appear any moment now.

"Relax, Stark," Steve murmured beside him, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder. "She's already yours, had been yours since the moment you met,"

Tony glanced at his friend and smirked. "Yeah, but seeing her walk down here... that's when it's really going to hit me," his gaze flickered to the aisle one more time before muttering, "just be sure to catch me, if I faint,"

Steve chuckled, shaking his head, "Yeah, sure buddy,"

And then the music began.

The first soft notes of the wedding march floated through the air, and the gathered guests turned their heads toward the aisle. The buzz of excitement quieted into an excited silence, broken only by the rustle of fabric as everyone stood.

At the end of the aisle, Nora appeared, her arm linked with Nick Fury's.

And the sight of her took Tony's breath away.

She was a vision in her wedding gown, a masterpiece of delicate lace and soft tulle that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. Her hair was swept up into an elegant bun adorned with tiny pearls, leaving a few tendrils to frame her face. The veil cascaded down her back, trailing just enough to add a touch of ethereal beauty without obscuring her radiant smile.

Tony's heart stopped for a beat as their eyes locked. There was no crowd, no music, no altar—just her. Nora, the woman who had transformed his world, who had shown him what love could truly mean, walking toward him to promise forever.

Nick Fury, typically stoic, wore a rare, soft smile as he escorted her. Despite his usual commanding presence, there was a fatherly pride in his posture, as if giving Nora away felt like both a privilege and a responsibility.

"You're sure about this, kid?" Fury muttered to her, his voice low but laced with a teasing edge.

Nora glanced at him, her eyes sparkling. "Absolutely."

Fury nodded, his expression softening. "Good. You deserve this."

As they reached the altar, Fury looked at Tony, his gaze sharp but approving. "Take care of her, Stark, or I'll know."

Tony chuckled, his voice light but earnest. "Don't worry, Nick. She's in the best hands."

Nora turned to Fury, standing on her toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, if it hadn't been for you I might never have gotten to know how it feels like to get love," she whispered.

When Fury stepped back, leaving her hand in Tony's, a wave of emotion swept over her. She could feel the weight of every promise they'd made, every challenge they'd overcome, and every moment that had led them here.

"You look... stunning," Tony said, his voice rough with emotion.

"And you look... not bad for my fiancé," Nora teased, though her trembling voice betrayed her own emotions.

"Fiancé?" Tony raised a brow, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he clasped her hand tightly. "Not for long. You're about to become Mrs. Stark."

Her lips curved into a smile, her heart swelling at the way he said those words—as if they were the culmination of everything he had ever wanted.

The officiant's voice was a gentle hum in the background, setting the stage for the vows they were about to exchange. The world seemed to fade away for Tony and Nora, leaving only the two of them standing before each other, hand in hand. Both of them were staring at each other with love and a promise of forever.

The officiant nodded toward Tony, signaling him to begin. Tony let out a breath, his trademark confidence giving way to a tender vulnerability that he reserved only for her.

He gently squeezed her hands.

"I used to think that love was a distraction," Tony started, his voice soft but steady, "Something that would pull me away from what I needed to do, who I needed to be– well who I pretended to be at least...But then... then I met you. You came into my life like a complicated beautiful variable, truth to be said I was not really fond of variables before but after meeting you, well it was worth everything. You made me realize that love isn't a distraction—it's an anchor. You're my anchor, Nora. You have been for quite some time now,"

He paused, his thumb brushing over her hand as he gathered his thoughts.

"You saw me—the real me—before I even knew who that was. You loved the pieces of me I thought were unlovable, and you stayed, even when I tried to push you away. You're my reason, my heart, and my home. With you, I'm not just a better man—I'm the best version of myself. I promise to protect you, cherish you, and love you for the rest of my life, no matter what comes our way,"

His voice cracked slightly as he finished, but his eyes never left hers.

Nora smiled through her tears, her heart full to bursting. The officiant turned to her, and she took a deep breath. She was not really sure how to speak at that moment– and though she did have her wedding vows written in a paper she chose to neglect it and speak from her heart, her voice trembling but filled with love.

"Tony... I've never believed in destiny. Not for me anyway, my life always seemed too cruel to be written by some almighty, but–but then you walked into my life, and suddenly, everything made sense. You're my chaos and my calm, my greatest challenge and my deepest comfort. With you, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment feels like a gift, every moment feels like it was worth it after all– enduring all of that."

She paused, her grip on his hands tightening as she continued.

"You've shown me what it means to be brave, to fight for love even when it feels impossible. You make me laugh when I want to cry, and you hold me together when I feel like falling apart. I promise to stand by your side through every storm, to believe in you when you doubt yourself, and to love you—not for whom the world sees you as, but for the man I know you to be. My partner, my best friend, my everything."

The crowd was silent.

The officiant's voice broke through the moment. "Do you, Anthony Edward Stark, take Nora Reyes to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Tony said without hesitation, his voice brimming with emotion.

"And do you, Nora Reyes, take Anthony Edward Stark to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Nora replied, her voice steady despite the tears brimming in her eyes.

The officiant smiled. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Tony didn't wait. He stepped forward, his hands framing her face as he captured her lips in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a promise, a celebration, a sealing of everything they had vowed to one another.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but Tony and Nora were lost in their own world. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, their smiles mirrored in each other's eyes.

"You're mine now, Mrs. Stark," Tony murmured, his voice filled with a joy that Nora had never heard before.

"And you're mine, Mr. Stark," she replied, her voice soft but sure.