Natasha really thought she would never get married. She really wasn't the type, or at least, she hadn't thought she was the type. And she certainly never thought she'd be marrying Captain America. If only the Red Room could see her now.

But for all her doubts, marrying Steve wasn't one of them. Especially now as she stood in front of a mirror with Pepper and Laura and Wanda fussing over her, she knew this was undeniably one of her best decisions.

"You look beautiful Nat," Wanda said, her voice soft and filled with awe.

Natasha had never been one for compliments, even from Steve, but today, she was inclined to agree with Wanda. It had taken them a long time to find the right dress, but wearing it right now, with Steve's dog tags nestled between the material and her skin, she knew it was right. Everything was right.

"Thanks Wanda."

A soft knocking drew all their gazes towards the door, a voice belonging to someone none of them expected calling through it. "Is everyone decent in there?"

"Come in Bucky," she called, and the man poked his head around the door frame. "Could I talk to Natasha alone for a minute?"

The girls filed out the door, leaving the pair of them alone in the room. "You look amazing. Steve's a very lucky guy."

"I'm a very lucky girl," she smiled, sitting down on the bed and kicking off her heels. "You made it then?"

"Well, I could hardly miss my best friend's wedding," he laughed, settling next to her. They lulled into a comfortable silence as she waited for him to say whatever he came in for.

"I have something for you," he started, digging his hand into his suit pocket. How they'd managed to convince him to wear a suit was beyond her, the man hated any form of formal attire.

"You didn't have to-" she objected, reaching out her hand to stop his movements. Because her and Steve hadn't asked for anything, they had more than enough already, but Bucky stopped her.

"It's from Steve, and Fury, and me a little bit." Confusion clouded her face slightly, her brow crinkling the tiniest bit. "What is it?"

"I haven't exactly been honest with you, or the rest of our friends. I haven't been looking for clues about my past, I've been looking for yours." She pursed her lips slightly. Bucky knew more about her past than anyone else, even Steve. Their histories were intertwined, her past was very much his past, and she didn't want him to drag up the inevitable memories.

"James," she said warningly, her voice low.

"No, hear me out. Remember back in Russia when we were…" he trailed off, unsure of how to end the sentence. Thankfully, she let out a soft chuckle, alleviating his nerves. "Thanks for reminding me that I used to date my husband's best friend on my wedding day."

It was weird, that there was once a point in time when they belonged to each other. They'd both changed so much, she wasn't Natalia anymore, and he wasn't the Winter Soldier.

"Sorry," he winced slightly before carrying on his story. "A few weeks before I was forced to leave you, your handlers gave me a necklace they had taken from your house when they took you. The idea was that I give it to Alexi, who would then give it to make you fall back in love with him, which I didn't want to do. I wanted to give it to you myself but I knew they'd kill me, or you, or both of us. I gave it to Alexi, but he never gave it to you, and I assumed it got destroyed in the explosion that killed him."

"He didn't die," she mumbled. It was only after she joined Shield that she found out the truth of really happened that day. The horrible truth which had taken her a long time to come to terms with. Of course, she'd killed him herself soon after.

"No, he didn't. And when Wanda was helping me sort out my memories, I remembered about the necklace, and I figured that maybe it hadn't been destroyed. I told Steve, and we told Fury, who then gave me permission and supplies to go find it," he explained, and Natasha cocked her head to the side slightly. "And did you?"

"I don't know, did I?" He smirked, getting out a small jewellery box and opening it, letting her see the contents.

The necklace in itself wasn't particularly glamorous, or special, not to anyone else. And it didn't particularly spark any memories within her, she didn't recognise it. But knowing it was from her past, that it probably once belonged to her mother, well, it made her forget to breathe for a moment.

"I…I…thank you. Seriously Bucky. Thank you." She wasn't crying, she wasn't. But she brought her hand up to dab at her eyes delicately, wiping away the tears that definitely weren't falling. She reached out to touch the necklace with her shaking hands, but he stopped her, pulling the necklace out of the box.

"Can I?" He asked, and she nodded her assent, letting him drape the necklace around her neck and fasten it. She fiddled with the little pendant, looking down to see it as best she could. "I really don't know how to thank you for this."

"Just don't leave Steve at the alter and I'd say we're even," he laughed, and she couldn't help the smile that cracked over her face. "I could never."

"No cold feet then?" He asked, and she shook her head, laughing softly. "Nah, my feet are toasty and warm."

Steve couldn't take it anymore. All of his groomsmen had gone off to do who knows what, leaving him all alone in his room. His room that he was painfully aware was just a few doors down from Natasha's, and that sent him out the door before he could even comprehend moving.

"You can't go in there." Wanda told him, standing in front of the doorway. He knew it was bad luck, but he didn't much subscribe to that idea. They'd had enough bad luck to last them a lifetime, this wouldn't add to it.

"Please?" He pleaded, bringing out his best puppy dog eyes. Her face was stony for a second before melting. "Fine, but it's your head."

She slipped away from the door, leaving him alone staring at the one thing between him and Natasha. The only thing between him and his future wife. He knocked on the wood softly before he could chicken out, his heartrate going a million miles an hour. "Nat? Can I come in?" He asked softly, only able to hear her soft breathing behind the door.

"It's supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony," she chuckled, and he couldn't help but smile. Even just hearing her calmed his nerves. "I really don't care Tash," he said as he slowly opened the door, giving her enough chance to stop him if she wanted to. But she didn't, and he came face to face with the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. His beautiful, gorgeous, radiant Natasha. Her dress was elegant, exactly as he'd imagined it to look, and everything about her was just…well, he didn't have the words to describe it.

"You just gonna stand there gawping like a fish?" She laughed, giving him the most amazing smile he'd ever seen.

"I love you." He managed to get out the words, coming over to her and taking her hands, bringing them up to his chest. She smiled up at him, standing on her tiptoes to press a small kiss to his lips.

"You look incredibly handsome," she complimented, and a small blush dusted his cheeks. "You look like a goddess Tash," he said back, kissing her lightly.

"You decided against the army uniform then?" She asked softly. He had spent a long time deciding what to wear, but had eventually decided on a velvet navy jacket.

"Nah. This is a new chapter of my life, I figured I should start it as I mean to go on," he smiled gently as she looped her arms around his neck and peering at him curiously. "And how do you mean to go on?"

"Not as a soldier. A husband, a father," he paused, letting his hand slip off her hip to rest his hand on her stomach lightly, "The person who loves you. Not a soldier. Just you and me," he admitted quietly, and her lips quirked into a smile.

"You practice that in the mirror Rogers?" She laughed, because it was either that or she was about to cry, and she wasn't about to cry before she even made it down the aisle.

"Every single day." He smiled, and she pressed a kiss to his jaw before resting her head on his shoulder, content to just stay here, with him forever.

"How are you feeling?" He interrupted her train of thought, pressing a kiss to her hair, careful not to mess it up. She brought one of her hands down from his neck, interlacing her fingers with his hand resting over her stomach. "I'm good. I threw up right when I woke up, but apart from that, I'm good. The little bean seems to know that today's special and that they shouldn't ruin it."

He laughed softly, not wanting to tear himself away from her, but he knew people would come looking for the both of them soon. So he reluctantly pulled back, tilting her head to kiss her softly before he noticed the necklace sitting around her neck. "You talked to Bucky then?"

"Yeah. That was very sweet of the both of you," she smiled, rubbing her nose against his lightly. "Thank you." Her voice was barely above a whisper

"NATASHA! Let the man go for five seconds, you'll see him again in less than an hour!" Wanda yelled through the door, causing Natasha to chuckle into his chest.

"I guess that's my cue to leave," he laughed, kissing her softly on the lips. She pouted up at him, not ready to leave this moment, because she knew, she just knew, that this would be the moment she remembered from their wedding day. The moment that was just theirs, so perfect and genuine, and something they didn't have to share.

Obviously, her face made him laugh again, low chuckles escaping his lips. "I will see you," a soft peck was delivered to her lips before he knelt down, his hands caressing her waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her stomach, "And you, later." Another kiss was pressed to her lips before he finally pulled away, only their hands linked together.

"I love you Natasha Romanoff."

"And I love you Steve Rogers."

Although he'd already seen Natasha, watching her walk down the aisle, looking so perfect brought tears to his eyes. Because he was finally getting to marry her. Fury was stood beside him as their officiant as Clint walked her down the aisle, and he honestly couldn't think of a more amazing moment. So much so that he barely registered that she was by his side and taking his hands until she gave them a soft squeeze and tilted her head at him.

He smiled brightly at her, bring her knuckles up to his lips and brushing the skin softly. Fury cleared his throat quietly, causing them to look over to him as he started to speak.

"If you'd have told me 5 years ago that I'd be standing here today, marrying these two, then simply put, I wouldn't believe you. But here we are, and the amount of love that they share is unmatchable. Their dedication, not only to their work but to each other is truly humbling, and their ability to not let their personal lives impact their professional relationship is unlike any others. Through thick and thin, they've been there for each other, and will continue to, whatever the future may bring." Fury gave them a knowing smile, which they both returned easily.

This moment, right now, it made Natasha wonder how she'd ever not wanted to do this. Get married to the man she loved more than anything else in the world. She looked at Steve, getting lost in his eyes, the ceremony rushing past her until it was time for her to say her vows.

Honestly, she was nervous about it. She'd been hesitant about saying their vows in front of their friends, but Steve had convinced her it was a good idea. More so, he'd told her that he wanted all their friends, their family to know just how much he loved her. And when he'd given her the puppy dog eyes, she couldn't refuse his wishes.

"Steven Grant Rogers, I can't really begin to describe how I feel about you. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise. You know, well, everyone knows, that I'm not the most forthcoming about my feelings, but I can't help it when I'm around you. To people who don't know you, they just see Captain America, the perfect specimen. But that's not what I see. I see you as the kindest man I have ever met, a person who would go to the ends of the world to save someone who you just met, so you can understand how hard it is for me to comprehend just how much you'd do for me. Everyday I feel so lucky that I have you, and that you can love me, despite of everything that I've done. I know that'll you be there for me from now until eternity, and I promise that I'll be there too, because I love you Steve, so much more than I ever thought I could, and I will continue loving you until the end of time."

She frantically scrambled at her eyes, wiping away the tears. Steve gently cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek and giving her a soft smile, his eyes just as watery as hers.

"I never thought I'd be so lucky to have you Natasha. You are perfect for me in every single way, in ways I didn't even know possible. From the moment I first laid eyes on you on the helicarrier, I knew you'd be important to me, but I couldn't have guessed just how much. The thought of living my life without you is so unfathomably painful that I don't know what I would do without you. You have always been my guiding light since I woke up from the ice, and even though it took a while to get there, I'm so glad I realised how I feel about you, because nothing makes me happier than when I'm with you. Our lives are complicated and messy, but I know with you there's nothing I can't face, and I can't wait to take the next step with you, whatever that may be."

Natasha smiled a teary smile at him, reaching up to wipe away the tears falling down his cheeks as he did the same, his movements careful, clearly making sure he wouldn't ruin her makeup. And if that didn't make him the perfect man, she didn't know what did.

A ring appeared in her hands, how she didn't know, completely unable to tear her gaze away from Steve. "Natasha, repeat after me. I, Natalia Alianovna Romanova …"

"I, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, take you, Steven Grant Rogers to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, until death do us part," she grinned as she slid his ring over his knuckles, his hands shaking just as much as hers.

"I, Steven Grant Rogers, take you, Natalia Alianovna Romanova to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, until death do us part," he gently placed her ring on her finger, never once breaking eye contact with her, his thumb grazing over her knuckles when the ring was nestled next to her engagement ring.

"Then, by the power vested in me by a dodgy government agency, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

It was all the permission they needed for Steve to close the small gap in between them and kissing her passionately. The crowd cheered, but they didn't notice, it was just the two of them alone up there, so completely full of love.

Steve and Natasha were dancing amongst their friends, well, dancing was a strong word. It was more like rhythmical swaying, despite the fact the music was upbeat and loud. And Clint was just staring at them, a small smile on his face.

"Watcha looking at?" Bucky asked, sitting down next to him and handing him a beer.

"Them. I don't think I ever realised just how in love they are," Clint smiled slightly. There was something about the pair that just worked, they worked in tandem in everything, their moves synchronised to each other well before they even became Steve and Natasha.

"Yeah, it's hard to believe there was a time before Steve and Talia were together."

"I love Laura, more than life itself, but those two, they just-"

"Seem like they were created for each other." Bucky finished his thought, saying it more eloquently than he ever could. Because Laura was his life, he would never doubt that, he loved her with all his heart, but he'd never seen two people so completely enamoured with each other like Steve and Natasha. "Yeah, exactly."

"I wish I had that," Bucky commented idly, and Clint looked over to him in surprise. It was the first time he'd ever said something like that, something so human, at least to Clint.

"You'll find it," he reassured, but Bucky just shrugged, a dark look crossing over his face. "I'm not so sure."

"D'you know that by the time she turned 14, Nat had killed over 100 people?" Clint asked, mainly because he knew Bucky did. It was more so to make a point.

"I know. I was there."

"Between them, Steve and Natasha have killed more people than they could count. Not all of them bad. In fact, most of them weren't. And they had control over their actions, they knew what they were doing. You think they don't deserve this?" Clint cocked an eyebrow at him, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Because he knew he was right.

"Of course they deserve this. They deserve the world."

"You deserve to be happy Barnes, however that comes about."

"Thanks Clint."

"So Mr Rogers, I've been thinking," she smirked, lifting her head off his shoulder to look at him.

"Pray do tell Mrs Rogers," he smirked back, dropping a kiss on her lips. She blushed slightly at the use of her name, deciding that it would never get old.

"We need to find Bucky a girlfriend."

"Agreed. I mean just look at him, he looks so sad," they swivelled their heads to look at Bucky, who was idly chatting with Clint. Granted, at this particular moment, the man was smiling, but their point still stood. "So, who were you thinking?"

"Wanda?" She suggested, and he furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Isn't she with Vision?"

"They broke up. Well, broke up is a strong word for it, but they decided to stay as friends."

"How did I miss that?" He asked, and she just smiled at him. "It's not our fault you've starting missing things in your old age," she teased, the corners of her lips crinkling in a smile.

He spun her out of his arms, eliciting a laugh from her as he twirled her before pulling her back into his chest. "That's no way to speak to your husband now, is it?"

"Don't forget the father of my child," she quirked her lip in a sly grin as he dropped his hands to settle around her waist, his thumb caressing her side subtly.

"Ah yes, can't forget that," he smiled, kissing her gently, his lips moving perfectly across hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"How about Darcy?" He asked as they pulled away from each other, and she hummed thoughtfully, cocking her head to the side slightly. "That might work. She's a bit of a handful though"

"Buck could take her."

"How about Sam?" She asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. His forehead crinkled in response, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. She brought her thumb up to smooth over his forehead before resting it on his cheek.

"Sam? I thought he was into girls." It wasn't that he was oblivious. But the entire time he'd known Sam, he'd only ever shown interest in girls. Only ever dated girls, only ever talked about girls.

"He is, but there's this thing now where you can like both Steven," she teased lightly, her smile causing him to drop a kiss on her lips lightly. "My apologises darling."

"D'you reckon Bucky is even into that?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. "I have no clue. We never really talked about that sort of stuff. It was dangerous to even think those things back then."

He shuddered, tucking her closer to him as he remembered back to his childhood. There were things he missed, his Ma more than anything, but he'd never really realised just how prejudiced everyone was back then.

"Times have changed Steve."

He let out a soft laugh, because he knew that. He was glad they had, because it meant he was standing here, surrounded by all his friends with the most amazing woman in his arms. His wife. "Believe me. I know."

She went quiet after that, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes, thankful as Steve lifted her ever so slightly, taking all her weight like it was nothing. "Steve?"

"Hmmm?" He hummed softly into her hair. She cleared her throat, almost nervously. "If I wasn't in the picture, would you…y'know?"

"Be interested in guys?" He asked, and she nodded her head, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You really wanna have this conversation at our wedding?"

She shrugged, unbothered by the question. "I'm just curious. Can't blame a girl for asking."

"Everyone, can I have your attention please" Tony called out, hitting the side of his champagne glass.

"Saved by the bell Rogers," she smirked, leaning up to kiss him softly.

"Shut up Rogers," he whispered against her lips, rolling his eyes.

"If everyone could follow me to the garden, I've planned a little surprise." Tony declared, leaving the room, letting everyone follow him. Steve and Natasha hung back, waiting for everyone else to leave before following them.

"Don't worry, it's a good surprise," Pepper said, walking past them handing both of them a glass of champagne. They watched her disappear into the night, her fingers intwining with Tony's.

"I really thought this no alcohol thing would be easier," she whispered to him, watching as he sipped at the glass in his hand.

"You can't have a wedding without alcohol Tash," he pointed out, and she just huffed unhappily. "You can if the bride can't have any," she protested, pouting up at him. He ducked down to dust a kiss across her lips, laughing as her tongue swiped out to taste the champagne on his lips.

"You can't if Tony Stark is invited," he countered, necking his glass and taking the full one off of her, exchanging it for his empty one, much like he had been doing for the entire night. It was a good thing he couldn't get drunk, because he'd have probably passed out in a bush by now otherwise.

They followed all their friends to the end of the garden, their hands threaded together and following everyone's gazes to the sky. A firework lit up the sky, followed by dozens and dozens more.

"This is pretty romantic." Natasha snuggled into his side, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder as her arms slid around his waist.

"Yeah." She watched the fireworks intently, a soft smile painting her lips before she looked back over to Steve, only just noticing the tear rolling down his cheek.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, bringing her hands up to cup his face, brushing away his tears.

"It's stupid, I just wish my mom was here," he said softly, and she brought herself onto her tiptoes so she was level with his face. "I know sweetheart. But I'm sure she's watching."

"I know she is. She'd love you," he laughed slightly, another tear escaping his eye that she was quick to wipe away.

"She'd be so proud of you Steve." She peppered soft kisses to his face, running her fingers through his hair. She could only understand how he felt to a certain extent, because whilst she wished her parents could be here, she'd never known them like Steve had. And if there was one thing that was certain in the world, it's that Steve Rogers loved his mom.

"I love you so much Tash," he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I love you too, you stupid old man."

AN: So a lot happened in this chapter, but I've been trying to expand the little universe I've created and I realised that Natasha and Steve would totally make it their mission to set up Bucky, but I didn't really know who to pair him up with. So it's up to you guys, I'll probably go with the majority, and if I didn't mention the character you ship him with then please tell me.