Chapter 2: Wedding Day
Natasha was staring at herself in the mirror, her mother had dressed her in one of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen. Yelena smiled as she fixed her hair. "You look so beautiful," Yelena murmured, tears showing in her eyes.
"Mother, stop," Natasha murmured, "I'm already nervous."
"Don't be, you will be fine," Yelena assured her.
Natasha rubbed her hands together, letting out a deep breath.
At the chapel, Clint was standing there in his tuxedo as Coulson stared at him. "You could at least show some enthusiasm," Coulson commented.
"Marriage #3, they say third time's the charm," Clint answered, "At least this will get my mother off my ass."
Coulson frowned, looking at his friend. "Come on, Clint, this is a good day," he told him. Clint just managed a small smirk.
When the ceremony started, Yelena escorted the bride down the aisle. When he saw her, Clint's heart seized in his chest and he couldn't figure out why. He hadn't felt that way in a long time, the last time his heart stopped like this it was when…Clint cleared his throat. No, he couldn't think about that. Not now.
Yelena stopped at the altar, smiling at Natasha as the preacher started the ceremony. "Who gives this woman this man?" the preacher asked.
"I do," Yelena answered.
She kissed Natasha's cheek before she placed her hand into Clint's. The preacher started the ceremony, Clint could feel the girl's nervousness. Yet she was so stunning he couldn't get over it. They exchanged their vows and then two rings were presented. Clint took one ring, slipping it onto Natasha's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," he vowed. Natasha let out a deep breath as she held onto the other ring.
"With this ring…I thee wed," she answered as she slipped the ring onto his finger.
The preacher went through the rest of the ceremony. "By the power vested in me in the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bridge," the preacher stated. Clint pulled the veil out of her face and his grey eyes locked with her green. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips. Natasha kissed him back before he pulled away. The few guests that were there congratulated them.
Yelena watched as Clint led Natasha over to the waiting car, he opened the door and she slid inside. Clint looked towards Yelena, giving her a nod before getting in. Yelena couldn't help but feel her heart break a little, this was her baby girl. Now she was gone, she let out a deep breath and went back home, hoping she made the right choice.
Inside the car, Natasha was fidgeting with the new ring on her finger. "Too tight?" he asked.
"No, it's fine," she replied.
Clint nodded, looking back out the window. Natasha looked at the designs in her dress. "I'm not sure if Yelena told you much about me," he told her. Natasha shook her head slowly. Clint looked at her. "How old are you?" he asked.
"Eighteen," she replied.
"Well, at least legal," he commented.
"You?" she asked curiously.
Clint chuckled lightly. "If I tell you, you might jump out of this car screaming," he replied.
"Doubt it," she answered.
He looked at her. "I'm thirty, how's that?" he asked.
"It's fine," she answered.
Clint looked back out the window as the gates to the house opened. "You can go into any room you want in this house, but the room at the end of the hall on the second floor," he told her.
"What's…" she started to say.
"Just don't go in there," Clint answered.
Natasha nodded as the car stopped. Clint got out first, holding his hand out for Natasha. She gripped his hand as he helped her out of the car. They walked up to the house, Natasha's eyes were wide. This house was bigger than her old home. Clint unlocked the door, but then stopped. This might have been his third marriage, but her first he had to at least keep up tradition for her.
Clint carried her over the threshold, Natasha looked around in disbelief as he set her down. "This doesn't seem real," she commented.
"I wanted simple, but my mother is a persistent woman," he answered, closing the door.
Natasha looked around, still feeling nervous about the idea of what this man was going to do to her. Clint looked at her, the way the girl acted she was seconds from leaping out of her skin if he just touched her. "I have clothes for you upstairs in the master bedroom, you can change into something more comfortable," he told her, "I'm going to get out of this tux in my room."
"You don't sleep in the master bedroom?" she asked confused.
"No," he replied simply.
Natasha went up to the master bedroom, looking around her eyes were wide. It was beautiful, almost something out of a book. It had a large four poster bed with curtains to go with it. Reaching up, she moved her hands over the curtains tied to the post, they were made of satin. So soft, so smooth underneath her fingertips. She then realized something, she couldn't undo her dress by herself. She opened the door to the room. "Clint?" she called out.
"Yeah," she heard him say downstairs.
"Can you help me? I can't undo my dress," she answered.
She heard him walk up the stairs and he walked around the corner wearing a gray t-shirt with blue jeans and black combat boots. He motioned for her to turn around. Natasha did as he instructed and he started undoing the many buttons on the dress. "Yelena really knew how to pick a wedding dress," he commented.
"She wanted her daughter's wedding day to be special," she answered.
Clint froze. "Her daughter?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
Clint cleared his throat as he finished the last button. Natasha turned to see him already walking away and heading back downstairs. Natasha frowned, going to the room and closed the door behind her.