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I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU…
Nick Fury checks his e-mail and sighs loudly. He’s apparently been invited to a wedding at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, taking place in ten minutes in the sub-level conference room. The man sighs again and exits the browser. The Consultant has a lot to answer for, especially for cutting the ceremony so close to his budget meeting.
The Director walks into the room and turns his head right to left to take in everything. He summons a glare when Mr. Stark comes up to him; it isn’t hard to do. The suit-clad billionaire only grins at him and reaches out a hand to touch him before thinking better of it. Fury allows a small smirk to slip through. He’s spied the cake topper and is going to be giving his second in command shit for this for at least the next decade, because it’s a perfect replica of Phil just inside a large file folder with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on it.
“Glad you got the invitation, Nick.” Tony starts talking. “You’re even in the correct colors, that’s excellent! Now, if you wouldn’t mind going over here,” the smaller man indicates Fury should take a seat next to his two best S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Fury grins and sits down, just to make Tony shut up when he follows directions.
“Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually listen.” Stark’s eyes widen before he regains his cocky composure. “Okay, so Coulson is going to enter in approximately three minutes.” Tony checks his watch as Fury starts counting the number of black balloons to white that decorate the room. “We have a priest,” Tony jerked his thumb behind him and Fury leaned over his shoulder to see a young woman pacing in the back room. He wondered how much Tony was paying her, before he realized it was Dr. Foster’s lab assistant. “Darcy got an online degree. She’s totally allowed to bind them in holy matrimony.” Tony informs him with a smirk. Hawkeye snickers loudly from his seat and Fury wonders how long this had been in the works.
Tony stops talking as the doors open again then his voice raises. “Places, everyone!” The two words have an immediate effect, everyone taking their seats as Darcy enters the room. Fury twists his head so he can watch Stark slip his arm through Coulson’s and tow him up the aisle. Coulson glares as he walks up to the younger woman who’s holding a large file of paperwork. She hands it to Coulson and arranges him so he’s holding the file at arm’s length as Tony slips into his front row seat across the aisle from Fury.
Fury grins as Coulson cranes his neck to shoot him another glare and leans back in his seat. He’s only here for the champagne and cake that was promised to him in the fine print of the e-invitation. The blackmail material is just a nice bonus.
AAAA OH MY GOD. THIS IS AMAZING.