Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 15
Anna’s Point of View
It’s been a week. A week since I said, hey let’s let Loki come live with us! It hasn’t been too bad. A few people, (Brenda) are upset with me. But I guess I know that some people need second chances. Sometimes, people just make the wrong deskin. Maybe that’s why I’m here.
The Madam, no my mother doesn’t look as polished as she did at Hydra. Her blond hair is limp and clumped together. She’s wearing a plain grey outfit; her eyes are wide when she sees me.
“Anna, dear. You’re here. I- “stops herself
“You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” she asks,
“What? Kill you? God no! We’re the good guys, we don’t kill bad guys even if they deserve it.” I say.
“Then why are you here? To tell me what a bad mother I am?” she demands, she’s angry now. Her face getting red, the same way Clint’s does.
“No, I-uh.” Why did I come here? What was the point of coming? “Because I came to tell you, that I forgive you. For everything. For leaving us. For kidnapping me. For experimenting on me. I forgive you.” I say, she scowls
“Why would I want your forgiveness? I don’t need it! You want me to be- “
She rants on, but I turn around and walk away.
I have a wedding to get to.
“Where have you been? You’re not even dressed yet!!” Nat yelled at me, as she ushered me into the room.
“I was doing stuff.” I say, by way of explanation. She glares at me for a moment then stops.
“Well c’mon! You’ve still got to get your hair done and- “
“” Nat, deep breaths, you’ve got this.” I say, as she sits down in a huff, her big white dress engulfing the couch.
“I know, I just.” She shakes her head, clearing away the thoughts.
“So, you excited to be a Barton?” I ask, as I rummage around for my dress.
“Well, as long as I have a maid of honor there.” She says sternly.
“Nat, everything is going to be fine. Okay?”
She nods, but doesn’t look entirely reassured. Not that I can blame her, I’m sure things could go wrong quite easily, but everyone has chipped in somehow to help with the wedding. As long as everything goes according to plan, well then I’ll have a sister in law.
Natasha’s Point of View
It almost looks surreal. I watch as Brenda and Steve walk down the aisle, followed by Pepper and Tony, then finally, Anna and Peter.
That’s when the music starts,
“You ready?” Bruce asks as he offers his arm.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I say, as we enter the doors, and walk down the aisle.
All I can see is Clint, standing in his suit, waiting for me.
Then suddenly I’m there, right beside him, waiting for the priest to ramble on about a god we don’t believe in. I miss the priest’s words, too lost in the silent conversation between Clint and I when
“Do you, Clint Francis Barton take Natasha Alianovna Romanoff, do be your lawful wedded wife?” he asks, Clint looks at me, and smiles.
“I do.”
‘Do you, Natasha Alianovna Romanoff take Clint Francis Barton as your lawfully wedded husband?” he asks
“I do.”
“With the power invested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the bride.” And with that, Clint kisses me, and I can’t help but memorize every sensation, every laughs and squeal of joy. Because this is my life and I am finally living.
“Ladies and Gentleman I introduce to you, for the first time ever, Mr., and Mrs. Barton!”

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