Ugh, my family and I have to move houses between the 20th and 27th of December, over Christmas! This whole situation is just blah...

Anyway, this is a request made by Shadow_Raven_10 and I apologise for how long it took. Writing a wedding is surprisingly hard! (But maybe that's because I've only attended like 2 in my whole life...)

Ships: BlackPepper, IronStrange, Stucky

Warnings: Swearing,

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"Where the fuck are the tablecloths?!" Peter Stark-Strange screeched, glaring murderously at his Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky.

Peter had been asked to completely plan Natasha and Pepper's wedding, which was a stupid decision on their part since he was only sixteen.

Since his aunties' engagement, the brunette teen had been a sleep deprived emotional wreck, living off of very sugary coffee and wedding cake samples. This was mainly since he hadn't slept for more then 3 hours over the whole week, struggling with his ever growing work load.

Firstly, the two VERY expensive wedding dresses had been accidentally stained a greenish grey colour.

Secondly, he had to find a new caterer because his first choice had failed their latest health.

Thirdly, the date had to be changed thrice due to extremely unusual weather concerns (first rain, then a random snow storm in mid July, and finally hail).

And now the tablecloths were missing!

"Ah, um..." Steve mumbled, looking around frantically.

"Never mind!" Peter hissed, looking a strange mixture of angry and relieved. "They were hideous anyway."

Peter's parents, Tony and Stephen, snickered lightly, receiving a glare from their son. The two heroes quickly continued putting up tables, whistling innocently as they internally cowered in fear.

The soon-too-be-married couple had chosen to have their wedding ceremony on Stark Tower's roof and their reception on the floor below.

So, the Avengers (minus Nat) had all been tasked with setting up the reception area since Peter refused to let anyone else help. According to him, everything had to be done by the couple's family/friends or it wouldn't look right.

But that could have also been because he didn't want to deal with any employees taking pictures of the reception area and sharing them to the public.

"The wedding is in two days and we need this place decorated perfectly. If any of you fuck up, I will personally make your lives a living hell, got it?" Peter said, scaring all the present heroes.

Everyone immediately nodded their agreements as Peter grabbed his checklist out. The teenager went around the room, checking things off after making sure everything was correct.

After half an hour Spider-Man only had one thing to check off left; the flowers.

He marched over to the example box sent by the nearby florist, stopping dead in his tracks a few feet away. Peter's back straightened as a glower covered the his usually happy face.

The flowers were purple and lime green.

PURPLE AND LIME GREEN.

Clint, who had moved next to Peter in hopes of seeing what the flowers looked like, gasped in horror.

Peter turned to Clint, his voice cold and his body rigid. "Hand me your phone."

Hawkeye immediate complied, watching as Peter typed in the flower company's phone number.

"Hello, thank you for calling 'Fiancés and Florists', this is Karen speaking. What can I do for you today?" A nasally female answered, her voice laced with boredom.

The call was on speaker so all the present heroes decided to stop working to watch and listen to the drama. Loki and Tony were both clutching bags of rainbow popcorn while Clint was eating a whole block of cheese.

Like a full 1kg block!

"Hello, this is Peter Parker, can you please put me through to your manager?" Peter asked with a sickening sweet voice. He usually used his pre-adoption name for school and business stuff since very few people knew that Stephen and Tony had a son.

"Look kid," Karen spat, her voice immediately turning exasperated, "I don't have time for your little games and neither does my manager. We so happen to be the florists working on Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff's wedding, capiche?"

Peter was silently fuming, waiting for his chance to speak, but the lady decided to further dig her grave by being rude for no reason. "Why don't you just go play video games or something? I mean, that's all you're good at, right?"

"You listen here, Karen." Peter spat her name out, looking like he wanted nothing more then to strangle someone. "Walk up to your manager and ask her who is Natasha and Pepper's wedding planner."

The woman scoffed but some shuffling noises could be heard as she stormed off to find her manager, phone in hand.

Quiet conversation could be heard before a different female was put onto the phone. "Mr Parker, just the person I wanted to call! How does the bouquet look?"

This lady sounded just as entitled as Karen, though her tone was more smug then bored.

"I think you have sent the wrong flowers." Peter stated, glaring down at the purple flowers.

"Don't be silly! I personally made and sent the example and I'm the best florist in all of New York~" She hissed.

Thor and Loki both growled at her attitude. No one on Asgard would dare speak to anyone else with such entitlement, especially not to a customer!

"The flowers I ordered were meant to be sunset themed. Red. Orange. Yellow. Pink. Not Purple and lime green!" Peter spat out his words.

The lady went quiet for a few seconds before she spoke again. "L-Lime and purple?"

Bruce snickered at her reaction, finding great amusement in the whole situation. It was like the real life version of a Reddit post!

"I-I'm sorry, you're right I did make a mistake. I'll have the right example delivered immediately." She said quietly before ending the call.

Peter sighed, resting his face within his right hand. He passed the phone back to Clint as almost the other heroes got back to work.

Everything went perfectly over the days leading up to the wedding.

The reception hall and roof were both decorated beautifully, the correct example bouquet had arrived (along with all the other ordered flowers)
and Peter had finally slept.

Though, he was rather pissed that it had been for 14 hours instead of the 6 that he had scheduled in.

Peter smiled happily before letting out a sigh of relief from his seat. There were very few things that could go wrong now that the ceremony had started. Or at least that's what Peter told himself.

The guests were all seated, Natasha and the priest were standing at the alter, Pepper was gracefully sauntering down the aisle, and everything else was going exactly as planned.

Natasha (with long red hair and a longer train):

Pepper (yes, I chose Gwyneth's actual wedding dress):

Peter zoned out for most of the ceremony, only tuning in for the rings, his aunties' vows, and the last five or so minutes.

It was only when the priest began the whole 'you may kiss the bride' part when Spider-Man's Peter Tingle went off. He frowned deeply, looking around for a reporter or someone else who'd somehow snuck in. But there wasn't anybody.

Peter shrugged after a few seconds, maybe it was just his imagination, or perhaps his powers were just malfunctioning due to stress.

And that's when Thanos showed up.

Or some random purple alien dude according to the Avengers, who had never seen him before.

While screeching something about stones, snapping, overpopulation, and his own inevitability, the purple grape had jumped off of his ship and onto Stark Tower's roof, interrupting the wedding.

All of the heroes, guests, brides, and the priest, stayed silent, knowing that a certain brunette teenager would deal with him. Some of the almost felt sorry for the alien...

Peter slowly got up from his seat, shaking in anger. People inched away from him slightly, watching Peter in awe, amusement, and a slight tingle of fear.

Peter stopped a few feet away from Thanos - who had finally finished his screeching - and crossed his arms, a scowl covering his face.

"How fucking DARE you!" The brunette shouted, looking ready to slaughter the villain. "I have not spent the last 6 months planning this wedding for a wrinkly ass looking grape man to ruin it! This is absolute bullshit! Who the fuckity fuck do you think you are?!"

Thanos was staring at the teen with wide, fearful looking eyes. Perhaps he hadn't thought his plans completely through...

"You know what? It doesn't matter who the fuck you think you are!" Peter snarled, picking the huge alien up off the roof and throwing him back onto his ship.

Thanos and his ship were both thrown through the air because of their forceful impact, resulting with them crashing into one of the abandoned buildings multiple blocks away.

"That bitch was empty so he was yote!" Shuri said from her seat, getting a snicker from Bucky, Loki, Peter, and a few others.

"Anyway..." The priest trailed off, smiling as Peter got back into his seat. "You may now kiss the bride!"