JinxedFairy: i'm glad you liked it! and that you liked the tony/pepper stuff, because i was kinda nervous about whether or not that would come out well. thanks for reading! :)

"How does this look, Per?" I ask, standing in front of the mirror, trying to make my tie look halfway straight.

"How the fuck does what look?" Perry answers from the bathroom, his eyes still glued to the mirror as he combs his hair.

"This tie; what the hell do you think I'm talking about?"

"It could've been anything, dipshit. If you had been asking me about your hair, I would've said it looked like shit."

Uh, stop. "Fuck you—my hair looks fine."

"You would've changed it if I told you to." Perry smirks.

"Would not." I sigh. "Look, I just want to look good for this, okay? I mean, it's kind of a big deal, don't you think?"

"Sure," Perry answers, "if you think being two out of at least a thousand is a big deal, then yeah, it's a fucking big deal."

"Fuck off," I say, collapsing onto the bed and tying my shoes. I've never been able to wear dress shoes; they look stupid on my feet and I don't think they're comfortable in the slightest.

"It's not that big of a deal; they'll know the reasons why we don't look good, because they know us," Perry tells me, trying to sound comforting. He's always sucked at sounding comforting.

"Yeah, but I mean, I dunno. This one just feels different, Perry." I sound like a fucking idiot, trying to put this into words, but I don't know how to make it sound non-idiotic, and this is the best I can do. "So, what about this tie? Does it suck?"

"You've never been able to wear a tie, Harry. I don't think I've ever seen you wear a tie in public since the first time I met you."

"Yeah, but this is formal, and I—"

"Just wear a nice shirt or something." Perry glances at his watch, then walks out of the bathroom, looking like Mr. Confident, like he should be on some fucking Axe commercial or something. "We're gonna be late."

"Well, help me! Tie or no tie?"

"I thought I just answered that question."

I hold up a finger. "You didn't answer; you hinted."

"Is there a difference?"

"I used two different words, didn't I?"

"Stop speaking." Perry adjusts his jacket one last time. "We're gonna be late. Drop the tie, finish buttoning your fucking shirt, and let's go."

****

"Do you, Virginia Potts, take Anthony Stark to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"And do you, Anthony Stark, take Virginia Potts to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Sure do."

Pepper looks really pretty in her dress. I like that she doesn't have one of those veil things covering her face—you know what I'm talking about? The one where the groom has to lift the fucking thing up and toss it over her head before he can kiss her? I always thought that thing was distracting as hell, so I'm glad Pepper apparently agrees with me. I'd always pictured Harmony looking like Pepper does today, but without the red hair.

I can't pay attention to whatever the priest's saying; it's the same at every wedding. All I have to do is pop in a tape of my folks' wedding and I can hear it all again. Honestly, I kind of expected Tony's wedding to be a little different, a little more exciting, I guess. With all the Iron Man hype, I figured he'd have something fantastic up his sleeve, but as of right now, there's nothing out of the ordinary about this, except that it's taking place in his backyard, which is a castle in itself.

Perry was wrong, though—not too many people are here. In a way, Perry and I might be the only guests from Tony's side of the family. I'd be a fuckup if I expected his late parents to be there, and as far as I know, there aren't any other (less intelligent) Stark kiddies running around Malibu.

Yet.

I think Pepper's the one behind most of the wedding planning, though. She seems like she'd want one of those fairytale weddings like the one going on right now…but then again, every girl does.

"Mr. Stark, you may now ki—all right, then."

I look up, jerked out of my daydreaming, and am greeted with Tony planting a giant kiss on Pepper without waiting for the priest to finish his line. Everyone around me breaks out into "Oohs" and "Awws," and I probably would, too, but Perry stays silent, opting to clap, instead. So hell, I clap.

****

"You two assholes were the only ones who clapped," Tony tells us, smirking as he holds up a glass of champagne.

"We just started the revolution," I tell him, downing another glass of wine myself. "Everyone else clapped after us."

"How do you know we wanted clapping at our wedding?"

"You did," Perry answers, "you're too much of an attention whore not to."

Tony grins again, but eventually breaks out into laughter. "Didn't take you long to get to know me."

"Not at all. I'm a private detective, after all." Perry grins, taking a bite of his roll. Christ, that guy and rolls; they're all he ever eats.

Pepper walks up behind Tony and smiles at us.

"You look beautiful, Pepper," I tell her.

"Thanks. You two look very handsome. I like the no-tie look, Harry." I throw a sideways glance Perry's way, and he grins smugly.

"So, uh, thanks for coming," Tony falters. I can't tell if he's uncomfortable actually thanking someone, or if he's just a few sips away from being shitfaced, but either way, it's nice. "I'm expecting a fantastic present from you two."

"Don't worry about it," Perry assures him. "You two are gonna love it."

"Here it is!" Tony's sitting in the middle of an enormous pile of presents—everyone at the wedding was…more than generous, to say the least—and I see his hand pop up, gripping a small box that's still wrapped.

"It's about time you found it," I say, walking over to him. He quickly clears away a pile of presents and pats the now vacant floor next to him.

"This better be good," he says, tearing off the paper in a matter of seconds. I make a mental note to wrap all of his presents in the foreseeable future like this. No bags for Tony Stark's presents; he has too much fun unwrapping.

"I'm sure it's fine."

"We're supposed to love it."

"I'm sure we'll love it."

Tony pauses and looks at me. "How sure?"

"Ninety percent."

"Not good enough."

I roll my eyes. "Tony, I know—"

Suddenly, Tony bursts into laughter, his face pointed down into the box. "What the hell," he mutters, a giant grin smeared across his face. "How about that."

"What is it?"

He pauses, then reaches into the box and gently lifts Harry and Perry's present. When he holds it in front of his face, I smile and immediately decide that this is by far the best present we got.

Attached to a small base are two figurines: Iron Man and Wonder Woman. Iron Man's got a little top hat on that looks like it's made of felt and cardboard, and there's also a little tie drawn onto his chest with a Sharpie. Wonder Woman, on the other hand, is sporting a tiny veil and has a piece of white cloth taped around her; the "dress." Across the front of the base is a rectangular bronze plaque with TONY + PEPPER 7/18/08 emblazoned on it.

I feel like I'm gonna cry, but I can't let Tony see that; he'll laugh.

"I'm surprised you're not crying, Pep," he says.

"Why would I be crying?" I ask, maybe a little too defensively, slightly surprised that he caught onto me.

He shrugs. "You're usually Little Miss Sensitive during sentimental stuff like this. Just figured you would, I guess."

I smile at him. "Give me some time; it'll probably happen." He grins and nods.

"Oh, bottom message," he adds quickly, turning the gift upside down and peeking at the bottom. His eyes scan something and he grins again. "Look." He edges closer to me and tilts the bottom my way.

Written across the bottom in two completely different styles of handwriting, is "Best, Perry"—small and neat—and "XOXO! Harry"—big and messy. Right away, I know that Harry and Perry will be back to visit, and I can't wait. They're very miss-able guys.

Tony looks at me and grins. "Can I call you Wonder Woman now?"

"Absolutely not, Iron Man." I smile at him, and he holds out his hand again. Once I take it, he gets to his own feet first, then pulls me to mine.

"C'mon," he says, planting a quick kiss on my cheek. "Let's go find a kickass place for this."

"You think they liked it?" Harry asks, sprawled across the bed, lying on his stomach. The remote's in one hand, and his chin is supported by the other. He flips absentmindedly through channels, passing all the news stations that are covering the arrests and trials of our—or more accurately, Harry's and Tony's—friends from this whole ordeal, but I can't tell if he's avoiding them on purpose or if he just really doesn't give a shit.

"Yeah," I say slowly, "Yeah, I really think they did."

A/N: so, the last chapter. i'm usually not too good with endings, so i hope this one was okay. thanks for reading, everybody, and for putting up with my horrible updating habits and such! i hope you guys enjoyed it, and again, thank you so much! :) :D