As much as Lucy would have loved to have been able to say otherwise, Director Fury had outdone himself. Somehow, in the space of the few days it had taken to finish their part of the clean up and visit Rhy'Din to fetch Liv and Johnny, Fury had arranged the church, the Catholic priest, guests, a venue for a small reception, a band, a hotel room for her sister and Johnny, and a short honeymoon. She was suitably impressed. Or at least, she would have been, had she not been pacing backwards and forwards in the small porch of the church itself, suffering from a wonderfully acute case of last minute nerves. Liv was there with her, torn between peering through a crack in the door to gawp at the guests and reassuring her nervous sister that getting married today was definitely the best thing she could possibly be doing with her life.
Their shopping spree in Rhy'Din had been a good day's work, Liv could see that now. Lucy's had been absolutely insistent on trying to look as 1940's as she possibly could, wanting Steve to see something he would recognise from his own original period rather than the rather bolder designs she could have chosen from. This determination had resulted in a modest white gown, simple and somewhat floaty; actual vintage shoes from the right decade; art deco sapphire earrings; and a pretty little bracelet borrowed from Liv for the day. Her hair was caught in a delicate chignon against the side of her neck, and from somewhere, Agent Croft had presented her with a bouquet of white roses before hurrying to take his place in the church. Likewise, Liv had been done up in vintage style, in a delicate shade of green to compliment her sister's gown, her own dress definitely of a style in keeping with Lucy's vision.
The younger Broderick sighed softly as she watched her sister pace back and forth. "Calm down, Luce," she said quietly, reaching to still the nervous movement. "Any minute now, the music'll start. He's not going anywhere, I promise you." She knew that for a fact; Johnny was standing up there by the altar with the groom, under orders to keep his nerves, if there were any, completely under control.
As for the groom and the best man, it was Johnny who seemed like the nervous one, his usual hyper self, chatting amicably with anyone who'd give him the opportunity. He was smartly dressed in a gray suit over a light blue shirt and tie that Liv had picked out for him and that complimented the blue of his eyes. Steve was decked out in a full dress military uniform circa WWII, complete with Captain's bars and the old S.S.R. insignia that eventually became S.H.I.E.L.D. He was looking surprisingly calm, considering he was about to be married to a woman he'd only known a few weeks, but he was as certain about marrying Lucy as he'd been when he agreed to being the test subject for the super soldier serum. Steve knew this was more than likely the second most important day of his life, and he was more than ready to take the plunge, anxious to finally officially make Lucy his wife and claim her for his own.
With no bride to harass him, Fury had apparently decided that traditional was the keyword for the day. Thus, when the music began, it was the traditional wedding march that vibrated through the organ loft above the porch, signalling that the time had come. Two agents pressed into service as ushers stepped up to open the big double doors that led into the church, revealing the bride and her sister. Arm in arm, and trying hard not to giggle, Liv led Lucy up the aisle. Perhaps it was strange, for those who had been invited, to see a bride escorted by her own Maid of Honor to the altar, but in those moments, neither of them cared. This was half of the promise they'd made to each other years before, as children, each as exhilarated as the other to be finally doing it.
As they reached the halfway point, Lucy's eyes rose to the altar and the men standing there, her gaze caught by her groom. The smile on her face softened, blossoming with adoring affection, as she took him in, in awe of the sight of him in his full dress uniform. There was a small glow of delight that the uniform was his, from his days as an army captain, that she had guessed right in demanding a little vintage perfection for her own attire. But most of all, she was radiant with the knowledge that in a matter of minutes, she would be Steve Rogers' wife, to have and to hold forever more.
Johnny nudged Steve with an elbow as the double doors opened wide and the organ music announced the arrival of the bride, a big smile on the Torch's face, beaming with pride and happiness, and it wasn't even his wedding day. The two women about to walk down the aisle meant as much to him as his own family, and the man at his side was like a brother. He couldn't be happier for Steve and Lucy than he felt at that moment and was bursting with pride to have been given such a place of honor at the most important day of their lives.
Johnny might have been all aflutter with excitement, but this was Steve and Lucy's day. The calm that had been feeling was shattered as the double doors opened, and he spied his bride for the first time since Liv had stolen her away to prepare for the wedding. His heart swelled with love and affection as the organ filled the room with music and his gaze expectantly turned to watch the twins make their way through the gathered throng toward the altar.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Johnny asked, leaning toward Steve, his eyes on Liv, while Steve only had eyes for Lucy.
"She's amazing," Steve agreed quietly, thinking he'd never seen a more lovely or perfect sight than the woman who was about to become his wife. The fact that she was dressed in a gown that was reminiscent of his past only made her that much more appealing, but it was the look on Lucy's face that really struck him, the same love and adoration shining in her eyes that he felt in his heart for this amazing and special woman.
Identical twins came to a halt beside two men who could have been twins themselves, the one handing the other to her groom. Liv stepped back with a smile, her eyes flickering to Johnny as she took the bouquet, shining with the promise that someday this would be them. But for now, all eyes were on the bride and groom as Lucy's hand slid into Steve's, linking her slender fingers between his, her face lit up with his smile. It took an immense effort not to lean up and kiss him. "You look very handsome," she murmured to him through her smile, squeezing his hand gently. No one saw the brief scuffle on the groom's side of the church, as Tony Stark opened his mouth and pointed at the wedding party, only to have Pepper Potts' hand land firmly over the open orifice.
Johnny met Olivia's gaze, hoping in his heart that he'd have the nerve to ask her one day soon to share his life, the same way Steve and Lucy were about to share theirs, but this wasn't their day. This day belonged to Steve and Lucy, and Johnny was going to do everything in his power to make it a special day, even if it meant setting fire to Tony Stark's pants. For now though, he merely smiled back at Liv, one hand in his pockets to finger the rings he had been entrusted to care for until the moment came when it was time for him to hand them over to the bride and groom.
Their shopping spree in Rhy'Din had been a good day's work, Liv could see that now. Lucy's had been absolutely insistent on trying to look as 1940's as she possibly could, wanting Steve to see something he would recognise from his own original period rather than the rather bolder designs she could have chosen from. This determination had resulted in a modest white gown, simple and somewhat floaty; actual vintage shoes from the right decade; art deco sapphire earrings; and a pretty little bracelet borrowed from Liv for the day. Her hair was caught in a delicate chignon against the side of her neck, and from somewhere, Agent Croft had presented her with a bouquet of white roses before hurrying to take his place in the church. Likewise, Liv had been done up in vintage style, in a delicate shade of green to compliment her sister's gown, her own dress definitely of a style in keeping with Lucy's vision.
The younger Broderick sighed softly as she watched her sister pace back and forth. "Calm down, Luce," she said quietly, reaching to still the nervous movement. "Any minute now, the music'll start. He's not going anywhere, I promise you." She knew that for a fact; Johnny was standing up there by the altar with the groom, under orders to keep his nerves, if there were any, completely under control.
As for the groom and the best man, it was Johnny who seemed like the nervous one, his usual hyper self, chatting amicably with anyone who'd give him the opportunity. He was smartly dressed in a gray suit over a light blue shirt and tie that Liv had picked out for him and that complimented the blue of his eyes. Steve was decked out in a full dress military uniform circa WWII, complete with Captain's bars and the old S.S.R. insignia that eventually became S.H.I.E.L.D. He was looking surprisingly calm, considering he was about to be married to a woman he'd only known a few weeks, but he was as certain about marrying Lucy as he'd been when he agreed to being the test subject for the super soldier serum. Steve knew this was more than likely the second most important day of his life, and he was more than ready to take the plunge, anxious to finally officially make Lucy his wife and claim her for his own.
With no bride to harass him, Fury had apparently decided that traditional was the keyword for the day. Thus, when the music began, it was the traditional wedding march that vibrated through the organ loft above the porch, signalling that the time had come. Two agents pressed into service as ushers stepped up to open the big double doors that led into the church, revealing the bride and her sister. Arm in arm, and trying hard not to giggle, Liv led Lucy up the aisle. Perhaps it was strange, for those who had been invited, to see a bride escorted by her own Maid of Honor to the altar, but in those moments, neither of them cared. This was half of the promise they'd made to each other years before, as children, each as exhilarated as the other to be finally doing it.
As they reached the halfway point, Lucy's eyes rose to the altar and the men standing there, her gaze caught by her groom. The smile on her face softened, blossoming with adoring affection, as she took him in, in awe of the sight of him in his full dress uniform. There was a small glow of delight that the uniform was his, from his days as an army captain, that she had guessed right in demanding a little vintage perfection for her own attire. But most of all, she was radiant with the knowledge that in a matter of minutes, she would be Steve Rogers' wife, to have and to hold forever more.
Johnny nudged Steve with an elbow as the double doors opened wide and the organ music announced the arrival of the bride, a big smile on the Torch's face, beaming with pride and happiness, and it wasn't even his wedding day. The two women about to walk down the aisle meant as much to him as his own family, and the man at his side was like a brother. He couldn't be happier for Steve and Lucy than he felt at that moment and was bursting with pride to have been given such a place of honor at the most important day of their lives.
Johnny might have been all aflutter with excitement, but this was Steve and Lucy's day. The calm that had been feeling was shattered as the double doors opened, and he spied his bride for the first time since Liv had stolen her away to prepare for the wedding. His heart swelled with love and affection as the organ filled the room with music and his gaze expectantly turned to watch the twins make their way through the gathered throng toward the altar.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Johnny asked, leaning toward Steve, his eyes on Liv, while Steve only had eyes for Lucy.
"She's amazing," Steve agreed quietly, thinking he'd never seen a more lovely or perfect sight than the woman who was about to become his wife. The fact that she was dressed in a gown that was reminiscent of his past only made her that much more appealing, but it was the look on Lucy's face that really struck him, the same love and adoration shining in her eyes that he felt in his heart for this amazing and special woman.
Identical twins came to a halt beside two men who could have been twins themselves, the one handing the other to her groom. Liv stepped back with a smile, her eyes flickering to Johnny as she took the bouquet, shining with the promise that someday this would be them. But for now, all eyes were on the bride and groom as Lucy's hand slid into Steve's, linking her slender fingers between his, her face lit up with his smile. It took an immense effort not to lean up and kiss him. "You look very handsome," she murmured to him through her smile, squeezing his hand gently. No one saw the brief scuffle on the groom's side of the church, as Tony Stark opened his mouth and pointed at the wedding party, only to have Pepper Potts' hand land firmly over the open orifice.
Johnny met Olivia's gaze, hoping in his heart that he'd have the nerve to ask her one day soon to share his life, the same way Steve and Lucy were about to share theirs, but this wasn't their day. This day belonged to Steve and Lucy, and Johnny was going to do everything in his power to make it a special day, even if it meant setting fire to Tony Stark's pants. For now though, he merely smiled back at Liv, one hand in his pockets to finger the rings he had been entrusted to care for until the moment came when it was time for him to hand them over to the bride and groom.