The Wedding
Natasha hated this — she hated you for messing up the day she was responsible for. How could Sam choose someone so irresponsible and unprofessional? She had planned a speech in her mind on her way to you. She was going to give you a piece of her mind. Instead of attending the guests, she had to come to pick you up.
Couldn't you have called an Uber or something?
She found your car and didn't even care to look at the person in the driving seat before she honked her horn numerous times. One was enough to jolt you up because you were up and rushing towards the back seat to collect the flower arrangement, but Natasha wanted to annoy you because well, she was pissed.
Natasha exhaled, closing her eyes when she felt the passenger door open and opened her eyes once you were settled.
“You're not gonna get your full payment for this,” She started, turning her head towards you.
“I understand," You breathed, your voice barely audible just like the call, Natasha recognized. Your gaze was fixed on the centerpiece on your lap as you waited for a scolding that never came.
She saw your bottom lip tremble and decided to keep the rest of the lecture to herself — for now. She would discuss this after the ceremony. Besides, you were too pretty to cry in the middle of nowhere.
Both of you reached exactly 20 minutes before the ceremony. You mumbled a quick thank you and rushed inside the venue to get the flower arrangement settled.
“Where were you?” Steve asked as Natasha made her way and stood beside him. When Natasha grunted, not caring to answer, Steve continued. “Lucky for you, Sam's best woman isn't here yet.”
Before Natasha could fathom Steve's words, you ran towards the couple and took your place behind Sam. You mumbled something in his ear and he chuckled before placing a kiss to your cheek.
Fuck, Natasha cursed herself. She was planning to show her wrath to Sam's best woman. Thank god she decided not to.
As the ceremony began, you finally looked at Natasha and gave her a small smile, mouthing a thank you again. You were so pretty, Natasha thought. And your eyes — your eyes were so gentle and kind. Natasha had seen countless eyes look at her in her life — some judging, some pretending to be nice. She could tell with one glance at a person's eyes whether they wanted to foster her or were just being nice for the sake of it. And it was always the latter, though she never minded. But you — you had the genuine kindness as you looked at her.
The tears welling up in your eyes as Bucky and Sam said their vows were true. You were genuinely happy for Sam, and it appeared you cared for him. She was so glad she decided against giving you a piece of her mind.
When Bucky and Sam kissed, almost everyone had tears in their eyes. Except Steve, Steve was bawling so much that Bucky had to turn around and hand him a handkerchief while whispering "Cut the sound out, pal. You’re ruining my moment.”
A tear slipped down your eyes that you brushed off immediately, and Natasha was stunned. God, you might be the most gorgeous creature Natasha had ever seen. She was sure that all the wedding pictures of her would be of her looking at you the whole time, but she didn't mind.
She wanted to approach you instantly, but both of you got busy with duties and attending guests. Natasha barely had time to eat anything, although she asked the server to get her a glass of wine as she made her way to the centerpiece.
It was very beautiful. Just like you, Natasha smiled to herself at the thought. She couldn’t believe that she was going to scold you. You looked like the kind of person that would pout when faced with their partner’s ire. Natasha imagined how she would immediately melt when you would give her the puppy eyes.
And it hit her just like that, she wanted to know you — wanted to be the person that you looked at with adoration in your eyes. As if on a mission, Natasha instantaneously made her way inside, looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found.
Natasha sighed when she found out you had already left. She was finally into someone, and now you were gone. She could ask Sam to give her your contact details, but that would seem too desperate and she preferred not to come off as a creep.