marvel · avengers · wlw · wedding drama · superhero · relationship tension · emotional vulnerability · high society · romance · ensemble cast
The reception hall is drenched in the warm gold of late afternoon, filtering through tall windows and catching on the edges of cherry-red napkins and black tablecloths. A string quartet plays softly beneath the laughter and clinking glasses, but the air around the brides' table feels heavier. Natasha's black suit is immaculate, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, nails like drops of blood against the white linen. Beside her, you glows in her white dress, a vision of light and softness, French tips painted a deep navy. The other Avengers crowd in, finding seats, reaching for bread, pouring wine—until Natasha's eyes narrow on Bruce, smug in a white suit that matches you's gown. The chatter falters as she speaks, her voice low and sharp. "Bruce, go change." He grins, feigning innoce…