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Tony straightened his tie as he walked through the doors of the wedding venue. Behind him, a stormcloud rolled in. Not a single guest acknowledged it aloud, but all of them seemed to be flickering their gazes in the direction of the darkening sky. Leave it to Ty to be so overconfident as to not set up an alternative venue for his outdoor wedding.
He knew this vineyard; there was definitely an alternative venue. Maybe Ty thought he could wink at the stormcloud and it’d dissipate.
Tony didn’t want to be here. As he found his seat on the groom’s side, the first raindrops fell against his shoulder and it only solidified his feelings. The rest of the guests filed in, and a flash of lightning danced along the horizon.
“They’ll have to move us inside, right?” Tony heard the middle-aged woman behind him whisper into her companion's ear.
The companion chuckled, but the sound carried little humor. “I’m sure he paid the vineyard to look past the obvious safety concerns. Just like him.”
“But why?” she replied.
“Because he can,” Tony whispered to himself in unison with the companion.
Tony hated the overly rich, even if he was one of them. Another sprinkle of raindrops hit, and that was it, appearances or not, Tony was moving inside and waiting by the bar until this horse and pony show ended.
Except, as soon as he moved toward the aisle, the bride appeared at the end of it, and everyone else was standing with him.
Tony tuned out most of the wedding; there were words exchanged and someone made a speech, and he glanced at his watch. The rain splattered against the face of it, and Tony was reevaluating all of his life choices.
There was clang from above, and it sounded like thunder…except, people didn’t gasp and point up at thunder.
A flash of red light broke through the rain clouds, and something that was definitely more than human cannonballed onto the nearby sprawling vineyard hillside. A few guests screamed. Ty looked annoyed. The red alien shot up into the sky, then turned and aimed its ire towards the wedding.
Tony frowned. Was he going to die at Tiberius Stone’s wedding? Fuck, he hoped not.
The alien shot a blaster towards them and missed. Or didn't miss, but was intercepted. Once Tony had the wherewithal to look past the cover he’d instinctually run under, he saw a man, a superhero, holding a shield and wearing red, white and blue spandex. The alien’s blaster hit the superhero’s shield and repelled away from the wedding and back towards the alien.
Well, that was surprisingly hot. Actually, not that surprising. Tony had always been attracted to competence--it was why things between him and Tiberius hadn’t worked out a decade ago.
Nothing screamed competence more than a real life superhero.
Shit. While Tony had been imagining what this superhero might look like up close, in all that spandex glory, the alien had decided to high-tail it towards the wedding. Guests shouted, ran, hid. The superhero moved faster than humanly possible towards the venue, putting himself between the altar and the villain just in time.
Tony watched as the superhero pulled back his arm, winding up for a punch. His breath caught until the punch sprang forward, connecting with the alien’s face. Up, up, up, in the air the alien flew. Tony wouldn’t have been surprised if the alien had returned to Earth’s orbit with a knock like that. But then he saw the tiny dot fall, fall, fall, and land in a puff of smoke on the horizon.
With jaw agape, Tony looked back towards the superhero, only to find the man's piercing blue eyes fixed on him.
A few things happened all at once:
Heat sizzled through Tony, fixing him to the spot next to a pile of fallen wedding decorations. It felt like those blue eyes were slicing through him, lighting him up from the inside and transforming him forever. The sizzle coalesced, not in the place it normally did when he saw an incredibly attractive man. Instead, the heat ran along his neck, and it wasn’t a metaphoric arousal heat but an actual, distractingly painful burning sensation.
With his gaze still locked on the superhero across the aisles, Tony watched as surprise flickered along Blue Eyes’s face, and without breaking their gaze he lifted his hand to his own neck, wincing.
The burning on Tony’s neck raged. This entrancing stranger gripped his neck in the same spot.
Tony whipped out his phone and turned it to the camera app, aiming it so he could see the pained spot on his own neck, raindrops splashing across the screen. A name.
Tony’s brain screeched to a stop.
Before he could even lower the phone, Blue Eyes stood in front of him when just a second ago he was meters away.
“Steve,” Tony whispered. It was the name he’d read, burned across his neck forevermore.
Tony’s eyes locked on his own name written across this superhero’s neck.
“It’s you,” Steve replied. Rain matted his hair to his forehead. Tony's eyes followed a droplet as it slid down his strong jaw, over his lips. His pulse raced when Steve’s tongue flicked out and licked away the droplet, followed the tantalizing action with shaky breaths. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Steve continued.
Tony knew he should say something, knew that Steve--his soulmate--was waiting for something more than Tony just barely whispering his name into the space between them, but he was afraid his mind may have short circuited. Steve stepped forward and gripped Tony’s shoulder with his hand. Which was when Tony’s mind decided to come back online to utter the genius contribution to the conversation of, “Big hands.”
Luckily, Steve had soulmate goggles or something, because his responding smile was full of affection.
“Should we get inside? You must be cold.”
“You must be perfect,” Tony’s helpful brain decided to reply.
Steve shook his head. “Far from it.” His hand moved from Tony's shoulder, up along his collarbone to trace at his name on Tony’s skin. The heat was back, and this time it had everything to do with arousal.
“Look at that,” Tony managed. “Me too. ‘Perfect’ is definitely in my rearview. Guess we’re a matched set.” They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, or an hour, or a day. Tony had no idea. All he knew was the tension was building between them and before some interrupting guest could come back outside, Tony followed that heat and walked straight through the tension.
He pressed his lips lightly against Steve’s.
It was a soft, fleeting kiss, almost a question, just enough to taste but sparks flew like never before. Tony stepped back and gasped at the way his soulmark burned, a gasp that was effectively cut off by Steve leaning forward and closing the space between them again.
There was nothing fleeting about their second kiss. Arms wrapped around each other and they opened for one another, bond solidifying with each racing heartbeat and sweeping tongue. The fact that Steve was in spandex made the effect of the kiss readily evident, very quickly. When Tony’s thigh pressed into him, Steve stepped back as thunder boomed on top of them. “I want--” Steve began. “We should--Let’s. Look. You’re gorgeous and--Dinner. Let's have dinner, and talk and then--” He pressed his palm into the stretched spandex of his lap.
Tony bit his lip, taking in the full sight of this man he’d spend the rest of his life with: tall, blushing, aching, respectful, gorgeous. “Yes. Yes to all of that. In every and all orders, for the rest of ever.”
Steve’s smile was sunshine through the rainy day. Though the edges faltered a bit as he looked around them. “Did you want to stay for the reception? Oh. Oh, god. You weren’t the one getting married, were you?”
“Me? A vineyard wedding in always-rainy June? Come on, Steve.” He slid his hand into Steve’s much larger one and knocked their hips together before leading the way towards the entrance. “We’ll be much smarter than all this, when we’re planning our own wedding.”
“We sure will.” Steve squeezed Tony’s hand, the grin back like sunshine in full force. “But first, dinner.”
fin.