The invitation came in the mail. 

The envelope was an off white colour, thick, with 'Peter Parker' scrawled somewhat elegantly across the front in black ink, followed by a smaller scrawl of his address- cramped and slightly messier. 

Peter, of course, hyperventilated. 

"Aunt MayyyyyyyyY!" He yelled, staring at the envelope, then running into the other room where she was absolutely covered in flour and frowning at a recipe in her hand, a charred lump of bread beside her and the last of the smoke just drifting out of the window.

"Mm?" She replied, not looking up. 

Peter had already opened the envelope by this point, accidentally tearing it, and was looking at the thick, heavy paper within his hands. 

"Ohmahgod I'm going to my first wedding and it's the biGGEST WEDDING OF THE FRIGGIN CENTURY!" 

Aunt May lowered the recipe and frowned at him. "What do you mean?" 

"Mister Stark sent me an invite to him and Ms Pott's wedding! You're invited too- look!" 

May walked around the counter and looked at the invitation, reading the big, curly calligraphy on the front. 

"I'll have to work a little overtime, but we should be able to go- if you don't stay out after curfew, that is." She turned and gave Peter a stern glare, which was returned by a sheepish grin. 

"It was only- six times... but it won't happen again, I promise!" 

May rolled her eyes slightly and stuck the invite to the fridge. "Write the rsvp letter, you need to give it back soon." 

Peter quickly ran to his bedroom, only stumbling once, and pulled out a pen and paper, swinging around in his spinning chair. 

DEAR MISTER STARK AND MS POTTS,

THANK YOU FOR YOU INVITE WE WOULD LOVE TO ATTEND. 

It was at this point Peter realised he didn't know what else to say.

"Auntttt Mayyyyyy!" He called. "What else am I supposed to have in the letter?" 

"Just say that we're coming, and thank you." May replied from the kitchen. 

Peter frowned at the letter- he'd already written that. He decided to rewrite it, but lengthen it like he did with essays at school. 

Dearest Mr Stark and Ms Potts, 

Thank you so much for your extravagant invitation to bond your two families in the marriage of true love. 

Thy would love to attend such an occasion. Thy Aunt would additionally enjoy attending watching you two smush faces- I mean kiss. 

Your's truly, 

Peter Benjamin Parker, Spider-Man, unofficial avenger, and Aunt May Parker, Aunt, nurse, civilian, could actually kill you. 

Xxxx, Oooooo :)

Peter smiled down at the letter, finally finished, and scrambled up, changing into his Spider-Man suit. 

"Aunt May imma go drop the rsvp letter off, Kay?" 

"Ok sweetie, but be home soon, I think we're gonna have to get takeout soon." May called back, right as the firealarm started going off. 

"Okay!" Peter yelled, jumping out the window. He was a few streets away when he realised he had left the note on his desk. He rushed back, stumbling over things and making a loud crashing noise, then left again, note tucked into his utility belt. 

He could see the tower becoming closer and closer, and with one last swing- sh*t, there was no open windows-

SPLAT. 

The noise was not heard by Tony was he wandered through the empty communal floor, sipping a coffee, loud music playing. 

"Sir, Spider-Man has arrived." 

"Spi-What?" Tony said, glancing at the ceiling in confusion and turning around as the music turned off. 

There, stuck to the glass, was Peter, waving with one hand and clutching to the window. 

Tony screeched and slammed his cup onto the counter, running to the window and opening it- Peter falling inside like a floppy pancake. 

"What the f*ck Peter! Are you hurt- you could have effing died- oh my god-" 

"I'm fine Mr 'Tark!" Peter replied, though his voice sounded weird. 

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Peter Benjamin Parker take your mask off." 

"It's ok mr tark I'm okay." 

Tony reached over and pulled the mask off, screeching once again at the blood dripping from Peter's nose. 

"It's fine Mr 'Tark I just hit the window that's all-" 

"BRUCEEEEEEEE!" Tony yelled loudly. 

Bruce stumbled into the room, face pale. "What? What happened- oh my god!" 

"It's fine!" Peter insisted, already having soaked at least five tissues. 

Bruce and Tony however, were looking at his nose, checking to see if it was broken- it luckily wasn't, though Peter was pretty sure he was staining the tiles. 

Eventually, Peter had to just wait it out, a box of tissues beside him as he sat on the couch, pinching his nose and holding a tissue over it. Bruce was keeping him company while Tony cleaned the blood out of the mask. 

"So... What made you come to the tower in such a hurry?" Bruce asked awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs. 

"I was bringing the rsvp letter for the wedding." Peter replied, voice nasally. 

Bruce frowned. "That's not due in for another month!" 

Peter's face went pink. "Oh. I've never been to a wedding." 

Tony arrived back with the mask, which carried the smell of vanilla and strawberries- which happened to be Peter's favourite smell. He wondered if Tony knew. 

"There you go. Don't go slamming into my windows again, is that clear? I already get enough of it with Sam..." 

"Mr Falcon flies into the windows?" Peter asked curiously. 

"Yeah, he gets threatened when he see's his reflection, tries to attack it..." 

"He's kidding." A voice said from near the elevator. Peter and Tony turned around, only to find Sam looking very pissed, arms crossed. 

"Oh." Peter replied, a bit disappointed. "Sorry Mr Falcon." 

"You're not the one who needs to apologise." Sam glared at Tony. 

"You're absolutely right," Tony told him. "Bruce, how dare you not apologise." 

"Stark!" Sam scolded. "Oh my god- the point is, I don't fly into windows, and I'm not anything like a bird." 

"Aw. But you do have wings Mr F-"

"Other than my wings." 

"Ok." Peter sighed, sad that he hadn't discovered anything about Sam that was funny. 

"Any questions?" Sam asked sternly. 

"Oh! Me! Me!" Tony yelled, jumping up and down, hand in the air. 

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose with a loud sigh. "Yes?" 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Why-" 

Sam was cut off as a handful of birdseed was thrown in his face. 

He slowly opened his eyes, a glare burning through Tony. 

"Oh f*ck you Stark." He growled, right before he lunged for him. 

***********

As the days grew closer and closer to the date of the wedding, more and more media attention was brought to it. Only those close to the couple were invited, but that didn't mean that there wasn't over a hundred people in attendance. 

Many, many celebrities were coming, and rumours were flying left and right about who was coming. 

"Obama! Obama! Is it true you were invited to Stark's wedding?" One man yelled, following the previous president around. 

"...perhaps." 

On the other side of the world, in England, Gordon Ramsay was being pestered. 

"Are you really going to the wedding with your wife and family?" One of them yelled over the others. 

"Shut the f*ck up you undercooked steak." 

In Wakanda, Shuri was doing a livestream for her hundreds of millions of followers on YouTube. Most of her videos consisted of remix's of T'Challa 'tripping' or him getting pranked, or science videos that confused the heck out of everybody watching. 

"Are you attending Tony Stank's wedding?" Shuri read aloud from her phone. "Yas, it's gunna be amazing, I get to be one of the flower girls apparently, which is fantastic 'cause I've never done that before. But how hard can chucking flower petals ont he ground be?" 

Way over in Australia, Thor was being pestered. 

"Excuse me? Excuse me Mister Thor! Has Stark extended an invite to his wedding to Ms Pepper Potts to you?" 

"Why yes he has. In fact, he wants me to-"

Steve, who was on babysitting duties for Thor, cut in. "-do nothing whatsoever. Come on Thor, we need to hurry if we want to see the snakes with Robert Urwin." 

Thor's eyes lit up. "Do you think any of them are Loki?" 

"Uh, maybe..." 

Back in America again, Peter was trying on a suit for the wedding. 

"You're sure you want me to hold the ring Mr Stark?" Peter asked nervously, arms held out in a t pose. 

"Yep. I've told you five times kid." Tony replied, stroking his chin as he examined the suit Peter stood in. 

"But what if I drop it?" 

"Then I'll disown you from this family." 

Peter's face lost all the colour within it. 

"I'm kidding. If you drop it it's no biggie, just pick it up." 

"What if I lose it?" 

"Then find it. Or we'll buy a new one, but hopefully it won't come to that." 

"But what if-"

"Geez kid, stop being so nervous, you'll make me nervous. Now turn around." 

Peter turned around, anxiously chewing his lip as Tony tugged it down in places, murmuring things to the tailor. 

"Thank you for the suit Mr Stark, Aunt May was gunna rent one." 

"Eh, it's no problem. Won't make a dent in the card. Where is your aunt anyway?" 

"Working. She needs to work overtime so we can come." 

Tony frowned. "So you're home alone?" 

"Yeah, but it's only till midnight, and there's a couple slices of pizza left in the fridge for dinner, and I was thinking of going on patrol-" 

"And get hurt with nobody nearby to help you?" 

"No, well, you'd be nearby-ish I guess-"

"But you never come to me." 

"True, But-"

"Stay with me the night." 

Peter blinked at him. "Wait, What-"

"You heard me. It'll be a Saturday, you can eat dinner with me and the fam. We'll have a movie night, I'll set you up a bedroom, you can go to bed- on time- and Happy'll drop you off the next day after breakfast." 

A grin slid onto Peter's face. "Really? Oh mah god Mr Stark thank you-"

"It's fine, I'll go call your aunt now. You can change out of that suit." 

"Oh, ok Mr Stark. Thanks again." 

To Be Continued.....