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Staring at his bedroom ceiling, he wonders how it all came to this. If life really was just a series of jokes.
Across the room, Pepper sighs at him. "Instead of being dramatic, you could help."
Tony throws an arm across his eyes and groans. "Is this really happening?"
He's met with silence. Silence that stretches on too long.
Concerned, Tony lifts his arms and looks to Pepper.
She is staring at him with fire in her eyes.
Tony quickly sits up. "What? What's wrong?"
"If you don't actually want to marry Steve..." Her voice is ice.
"No!" he exclaims, "No. I love him. I want to marry him. I was the one who proposed."
Pepper visibly calms. She sets down the tablet on the dresser and sits beside him on the bed. "Then what is it, Tony?" she asks.
"I guess..." Tony cringes, wondering how he could phrase this so that it wouldn't sound so bad. "Whenever I pictured my wedding, I kind of assumed that I would be the center of attention? I'm a Stark, after all," he adds the last bit as a joke. "Anyone I married would be taking my name, being welcomed into my empire, my world, my fame. The press wouldn't be able to stop talking about how the legendary Stark Playboy is finally settling down. And yes, there would be curiosity about who I was marrying, who managed to finally tame me, but really it would still be about-"
"You?" Pepper finishes, amusement clear in her voice.
Tony flops back onto the bed. "I'm a commoner at my own wedding, Pep!"
Pepper sighs. He could almost hear her roll her eyes at him. "Well, you are marrying royalty."
Tony buries his face in his hands and groans.
She pats his shoulder consolingly, "Isn't it everyone's dream to find their Prince? You actually found yours," she says. Clearing her throat, she continues in a serious tone with a terrible faux British accent, "Prince StevieofBrooklyn," She drops the accent, "Nearly a hundred million loyal subjects eagerly anticipate the royal wedding of the century."
Tony takes a deep, calming breath.
"They don't even know he's Captain America!" He tosses his arms up, letting them fall dramatically back to the bed.
She laughs at him.
Tony looks at her, throwing a frown her way. "Heartless," he mutters, but it has no fire. He joins her in laughing.