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B • Peter

Beautiful
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Because that's what he thinks you are inside and out
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Warning(s): Mild language
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(Pretend he's crying)
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Y/n walked down the aisle with such grace, her arm linking with her father's.

Everyone stared at the two, but most preferably the bride; who by the way looked absolutely stunning. All of their friends and family were there, some of the Avengers, MJ (the maid of honour. Even though she protested in being so, she later then complied), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and obviously Ned (who was—also obviously—the best man).
Peter was at the front, waiting for his soon-to-be wife to join him at the podium. Tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes. He tried his absolute hardest to not cry. He wanted to be strong. But the more he looked at her, the more he felt the urge to cry.
Instead of fighting it, he let them go, freely dropping down his cheek.

"You're crying, this doesn't look good for your image," Ned joked, whispering to Peter. Peter glanced at him and rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. She makes me feel vulnerable, she makes me feel-"

"Dude, save them for your vows," Ned said. The closer she got, the more details Peter could see. How did he get so lucky? It was a question he asked himself everyday, every second he was with her. "Don't cry your makeup off."

Peter once again looked at his best friend, he himself started to cry. "What about you, you're crying?"

"I don't have makeup on."

"Then why am I? Why did you get a makeup artist for me?" Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he continued to look at his bride.

"First of all: I didn't get you the makeup artist, Tony did. Second: you were starting to break out due to how stressed you were for the past few days. If you want to look your best for these photos man, you have to hide 'em.

"Shut up, she's here," MJ said to the two boys talking.

Y/n was finally in front of Peter. His lips formed into grin while he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He nervously took her hand, their fingertips touching as if they were on their first date. He composed himself enough to have a grip and hold her hand.
Y/n gave a lighthearted laugh, giving a small small smile to Peter.

"I don't think I've ever seen you cry in a suit before," her mouth curling into a bigger grin. She enjoyed the sight, it wasn't everyday that someone was crying because of you. Also it was also slightly funny to her that he was crying.

"I can't help it if you look so goddamn beautiful."

"Lang-" Steve started, but Tony wasn't having it.

"I swear to fucking god I'll punch you all the way back to seventy-five years ago if you dare say that at my sons wedding." Tony finished, his hand in a fist up by Roger's neck.

"Sorry," he chuckled, his hands up in surrender.

"My beauty made you cry?" She questioned, her head tilting as the guy was talking, talking about love and shit.

"It's ridiculous of what love can do to you," he stated, tears still flowing down his cheek.

They were in love.