supersoldiersteve:

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archersupreme:

Clint was walking up to the door’s slowly ignoring the pain in his body. He was dressed in a suit, nothing exceedingly fancy but appropriate for the wedding. It was a dark grey in colour with a light purple dress shirt. He opened the doors relieved he hadn’t missed it and scanned for a seat or someone familiar to sit with. He looked like he hadn’t slept and had gone through something troubling but seemed happy to be here.

Narrowing his eyes at Rhodey, Tony childishly stuck his tongue out and leaned against the wall. “I better not be. If she asks me to hold her dress up when she needs to piss, we’re going to have a problem.” Smirking at him, he knocked on Jan’s door again, “Anytime now, Janet.” He called out, holding back his laughter at her muffled curses. “You seen Phil anywhere?”

Steve pressed his lips together in a tight line. Coulson never said anything back to him. He stayed seated on the small bench outside the room, watching people pass by. He leaned his head towards the door, “I know you’re nervous sir, but you told me before that you’ve been married before. This should be a breeze.” He really had no idea if Phil was even in the room or maybe he’d gotten dizzy and passed out. Or he just was too nervous to speak. Or he didn’t want to talk to Steve.

Rhodey only laughed and nudged Tony’s shoulder with his own. He leaned against the wall, smoothing down his dress uniform, grinning at hearing Jan. Shaking his head, he gave a small shrug “Nope. Haven’t seen him. He might be getting ready still? I mean, Jan still is…maybe he’s also secretly really meticulous about how he looks?”