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You want to peg your vomiting on the small life growing inside of you and not just a massive case of wedding day jitters.
The moment your friends left the room after helping you get into your wedding dress, you ran to the little trash can to hurl your guts out. You'd taken one look of yourself in your dress and felt ill.
Were you doing the right thing?
You love Steve, want to spend the rest of your life with him and raise your child together. A life where you could live simply.
Palm pressing against the front of your bodice, you can still feel the small baby bump.
Breathe. Just breathe. You remind yourself calmly. Closing your eyes, you steady draw air in through your nose before slowly releasing your breath.
A knock from the door has you jolting. "Yeah?" You're barely able to keep the waver from your tone.
You weren't expecting your brother's voice. "Can I come in?"
Communication between you and Tony was. . . shakey at the moment. The both of you being stubborn, neither broke to talk to the other. Not since you told him about being pregnant and choosing Steve. He was still angry with you.
If he was going to act like a petulant child, you were not going to be the one to indulge him. You didn't make the effort to reach out. Perhaps putting some distance between you and Tony would be a good thing. And it was. You were able to be happy about your pregnancy. A couple of weeks later and Steve surprised you by asking you to marry him. He wanted you to have his last name before the baby was born.
You did the basic things that new mothers and brides to be did. You were already shopping for all the necessities a baby needs to thrive. Then Natasha helped you decide on a wedding gown and would go to cake tastings with you.
There were people available to take up the gaping spot that Tony left in you.
But nothing felt right.
Not without Tony by your side. You wanted to eat cake with him. Bicker about cheesy djs and seating arrangements. You'd find funny wedding videos and nearly send them to Tony before you remembered.
“That baby inside of you that you think belongs to the perfect Captain America could be MINE!”
It was enough to make you angry with him once again. How could he say something like that to you? You were terrified enough as it was when the same thought dawned on you.
And no matter how much you debated sending Tony and Pepper an invitation, you still went through with mailing the letter that you had crafted yourself.
You didn't think Tony would show up. But there he was.
He always cut a nice figure in a suit. Handsome with his hair perfectly styled and beard trimmed impeccably. His features were tarnished by the dark circles that plague under his eyes. The expanse of his face brightens though when his gaze takes in you in your white wedding dress.
You can feel your heartbeat travel up your throat, inviting him in with a quick gesture of your head.
Door closed, your fingers anxiously spin the engagement ring around your finger. "Hey. I didn't think you'd actually come."
He scoffs, finally removing his attention from you to look around the small room of the church that was your temporary wardrobe room. "Like Pepper would let me miss it." Tony mumbles. "Or any other of our friends. Those we have left. . ."
Many seats out there were empty. Place cards carefully placed in the designated spot where your friends should be. Wanda. Bucky. Sam.
Guilt starts to seep into your hardened resolve. Why ostracize the few people you have left? So many were taken from Thanos. You used to think yourself lucky that your brother was not taken.
"I'm. . . actually happy you're here." Difficult to verbally get out how much you really missed him, instead you look up at him under your lacquered eyelashes. Your makeup wasn't perfect. Wanda would have been able to perfect it with her powers if she were there.
Tony's face doesn't change but he whispers "You're beautiful by the way. In the dress." He points at said gown. "Very beautiful."
Damning yourself when warmth spreads across your cheeks and a smile threatens to curl your lips up. You couldn't help it. Narcissism ran in your blood and you always loved when Tony complimented you. "Thanks. It's supposed to look like mom's. Or, as close as possible. I always wanted to wear her wedding dress when I was little. The pictures I saw of her in it were stunning."
"Too bad they didn't save it." Tony smiles.
"Yeah. Guess it's alright. I stopped thinking I would get married anyway when I was seventeen." You admit.
You're not the only one to suck in a sharp breath. Seventeen. That's when you first dared to kiss Tony. The day you absolutely damned both of you. You can see the same thought worming its way through Tony's mind too.
"Tony-"
When his name slips past your lips, Tony advances toward you a broken man. "Don't do it. Please, don't marry him."
If your hair weren't done in extravagant waves, you would have run your hand through it in agitation like you usually do. You couldn't do this again with him. Especially when you were getting married in the following hour. "Tony-"
He grabs your hand, reeling you in closer to his body. Your heart betrays your mind by how it spasms from his simple touch. Harsh calluses on his fingers from decades of working with tools and machinery press against the softness of your wrist. Tony's eyes are glued to your face before traveling to your dress. His adam's apple visibly bobs. Finally landing on your midsection. Dropping one of your hands, his free one hovers over your abdomen.
"We can run away." Tony quietly suggests. "The three of us."
"I'm not running away, Tony." You insist.
Sharply inhaling, Tony pushes himself away from you. He takes to impatiently passing around the small room. You quietly watch him, wondering what he'd do next. Your hands rub at your stomach, feeling sick again.
His broad back is turned to you and you take the opportunity to slowly glide over to Tony and wrap your arms around his waist. Your hug clearly startles him. Hiding your face in his back, you hope your makeup stays on and doesn't rub off on the material of his suit.
"Don't leave. Please don't leave me now. I'm scared Tony." You whisper and tighten your grip on him, fearing that he was trying to get away from you. All those weeks without him were near insufferable. You missed him.
Hook, line and sinker. Tony was weak against you. Especially when you beg him not to leave. The muscles of his back soften against you.
Finally Tony says "Happy told me you were going to walk down the aisle by yourself. Why didn't you ask him to walk you? I'm sure he would have been thrilled."
You shake your head, still holding onto him. "It doesn't feel right." Truth was you wanted Tony to be the one to give you away. Selfish, yes. Maybe even insensitive to your brother's feelings but you couldn't deny what you wanted.
He turns around in your arms slowly to let you know that he had no intention of leaving you any time soon. His palm cups your cheek, careful not to ruin the powdered blush on them. "Well, I'd be honored to walk the beautiful bride to the altar."
You can't help the smile that nearly blinds Tony. "Really?"
Tony smiles in return. "Yeah so you can put your big sad puppy eyes away." His own arms wrap around your shoulders to pull you in. "Can't have everyone blaming me for making the bride cry."
"I'm not-" But you realize a few tears HAD escaped from your eyes and lightly ran down your face. Hastily and using great care, you move out of his arms to fetch a tissue to dab at your eyes.
Helping you with the edge of his sleeve, Tony bats your hand away. He was always cleaning up after you, wasn't he?
"You're a vision. . ." Tony says with a warm smile. His fingers linger on the side of your neck, enjoying the warmth of the veins below the soft skin. You've always loved the feel of his large hand on your neck. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
You were sure you and Tony did something wrong in your past lives to be like this. To feel that immediate tug and pull toward him, unable to resist the call when you're left alone with him. You feel every inch of your skin sing for him to touch you more. Oh you were going to hell for sure.
How appropriate considering you were also in a church. Maybe marrying Steve will wash away all of your sins. Rid yourself of this abnormal love you hold for your brother. You're praying that this would be the cure for you.
But when you don't make a move to put space between you, Tony's eyes darken into something. . . hungry.
Some would say you goaded him on in running your hand up his arm to the swell of his bicep, murmuring a pathetic excuse for a wrinkle on his sleeve you were trying to smooth out. He presses himself flush against you. In doing so, your rear end is basically seated upon the surface of the makeshift vanity desk.
You let him nuzzle his nose against your cheekbone, Tony's lips brushing against your earlobe and hear him ramble "The most beautiful fucking woman. And this dress-" His hand grips at the material of your dress, bundling it up in his clenched fist. You feel the hem slowly ride up from your ankle to your calf when he does. "-god, this dress fits you like the snuggest goddamn glove."
Closing your eyes you manage to choke out "You've said the lord's name in vain in his temple. Shame on you."
Tony's lips curl into a sinister smirk before biting down harshly on the shell of your ear. You squeak in pain. When you open your mouth to tell him off, Tony snatches the golden opportunity to slip his tongue down your throat and mash his clothed erection against you.
Fire dances in your blood.
Oh.
You hadn't felt this type of desire in quite a while. Lustful and nakedly carnal.
But you didn't stop him.
Didn't pretend that you didn't want him to touch you like this. Instead your fingers hastily twist themselves into Tony's hair, uncaring if it gets messed up.
Fuck you shouldn't be doing this. This was beyond fucked up. You were getting married, pregnant, and now you were sucking face with your brother.
You were the fucking worst.
Incisors nibbling on Tony's bottom lip, he lets out a guttural groan that went straight your pussy.
You knew you were out of your damn mind when your hips shyly thrust forward against him in response to Tony's dry humping.
That did it.
Tony spun you around and pressed your chest down on the flat desk. Your face burning when hands flip the skirt of your dress up and above your ass.
Biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from moaning hearing Tony unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
God.
You wanted this. So. Fucking. Much.
Tony pauses for a moment, his fingers hooking under the band of the pretty panties you wore just for today.
" The wedding, you're still going to marry him, aren't you?"
"M'sorry. . ."
Fearing that Tony changed his mind, you're about to say something until Tony slips your panties off and gently brushes his fingers against your pussy lips. You shiver, hiding your face in shame and arousal.
Yeah, you were definitely the worst.
"Alright then. But I want you to know something." He lifts your hips up so your ass was presented to him. "When Steve fucks you tonight, you'll be thinking of me. That boy scout can't really satisfy you. He'll never be able to give you what you need."
You knew you were wet, but weren't aware of how wet you were until Tony slides the entirety of his cock easily into you. Spongey tip of his dick knocking against your cervix. The strangled cry that left you was fuel to him as he presses his chest against your back as he starts to tilt his hips up. His cockhead following his hips' direction and angling upward. It was ridiculous how fast he remembered where your sweet spot was. The one that had you keening and screaming like a whore.
The urge to arch your back was restricted by Tony's own weight atop of you
As his cock continuously bumps its head against the textured spot inside of you that has your muscles spasming, his hand forces your face to lift up so that you're staring at the image of your red face as he fucks you from behind. Tony is observing your image in the mirror too.
Steve didn't deserve you but Tony acknowledged that the baby would be better off with Steve. Steve was stable and loves you to bits.
You intently watch the slackening of Tony's mouth when your eyes meet in the mirror. The lines that crease between his brows and his beautiful eyelashes.
His arm moves as his hand swoops under to play with your clit. Cock and fingers working together to move in unison. An absolute wet mess between your legs produces the most vulgar sounds that belong in a porno and not a church.
Tony's grunts and growls as he pounds into makes your pussy clench down on him. He hisses, fingers digging into your hips as the unrelenting snap of his hips becomes more frenzied. "Fuck. You gonna come, aren't you sweetheart?"
He lightly pinches your clit, rolling it between thumb and index. Your mouth pops open, drool leaking out as your eyes roll back into your skull.
"Fuck yeah you are. Gonna cream all over my cock?" Tony moans at the thought, remembering the thick rings of your slick that wrapped around the base of his length.
His furious thrusts increase. He needed this as much as you did. Craved it for weeks on end. The hurt and the pain you'd inflicted on him by choosing Steve over him washed away as he saw your face break so beautifully. Tears and drool collecting on the tip of your chin. Your throat attempting to strangle whatever scream was bubbling inside of you. At least you had some modicum of self-awareness. Only little gasps, desperate gasps and whimpers.
That was all Tony required to keel over you and cum deep inside of you. And having been pent up for months, there was quite a bit of cum spurting out of him and painting the insides of your pussy white. He could feel a stream of it leak out of you, mixing with your own release.
The world is still, almost quiet were it not for the heavy pants coming from you and Tony, still connected via his slowly softening cock. He doesn't want to let you go. Wouldn't care if someone walked in on the two of you. Because the moment he does let you go, he'll no longer be able to touch you like this ever again.
He loves you. More than the fate of humanity and the galaxies in the universe. Fuck he loved you more than himself.
That's why he had to let you go. Steve would save you and the baby from Tony. Steve. . . was better for you.
Reluctantly, Tony pulls out of you. Chuckling at a whine coming out of you. He busies himself with pulling your panties back up, not bothering to clean up the mess on your pussy and running down your legs. Smirking to himself, he carefully pulls your skirts back down. Adjusting a few creases here and there, Tony coaxes you back around to face him. Reaching for a tissue from the box on the desk, Tony tenderly cleans up your face; careful not to smear your eyeliner and mascara. He applies more powder to your face where your tears had caused streaks in the foundation.
Piercing clang of the church bells gives you a minor heart attack. That's right. Steve. . . your friends and family. . .
"It's okay." Tony whispers to you. "Hey, look at me. Everything will be okay."
How could he say that when his cum was still dripping down your leg? "But Tony-"
He shakes his head. "Nothing happened here. We just. . . reconciled after being estranged for so long. Right?"
The mesh material of your veil is pulled over your face by Tony.
"I know you have to do this. I. . . won't get in the way anymore. I promise. I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted for you. If Steve is the only way to guarantee your happiness, so be it."
You feel a new wave of tears burn your eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Tony takes a step back from you and holds his arm out. "Well, lets go do this thing."
You giggle at how nonchalant he was. "Alright. Let me just clean up the mess." You're bending down to lift the hem of your dress up, a wad of tissues in your other hand but Tony stops you.
"We don't have time for that." Tony's smirk tells you that that wasn't the true reason why he interceded.
Pressing your lips into a firm line, you let go of your dress, letting it fall back to the ground. You thank your veil that hides the intense crimson on your cheeks.
Circling your arm with his, you let your brother lead you out of the small room you'd used as a dressing room. Outside the primary chapel doors was Natasha, your one lone bridesmaid.
Her eyes widen when she takes in Tony next to you. "There you are. Everything okay?"
Nodding, you clear your throat. "Yeah, everything's okay." Your grip on Tony tightens. Your brother was back by your side. Where he belonged.
Natasha relaxes. "Lets get you married then."
No one knew that just a little while ago, your brother had you bent over. Well, you suppose if you believed in the Christian god you would have worried that He was a witness. Gods nor demons scared you. And definitely no one knew that Tony's semen, after having stuffed you to the brim, was drying against your inner thighs. To you, it felt like a sense of closure. Your brother had finally freed you.
"Wow! Mama's so pretty in her wedding dress!" You catch Cass cooing from the living room. Arching a brow, you make a detour from the kitchen to where your two boys were on the couch, a photo album resting between them.
"She's still the prettiest girl in the world." Steve muses to his son. "But on that day, she was on a completely different level."
Cass' finger points to another photo. "Hey! There's Uncle Tony!"
You remain hidden, listening to them until your son mentioned his uncle. The memory of that day has your face growing hot. You were naive in thinking that Tony had actually freed you, that he had the power to. Neither of you possessed the ethereal scissors that could cut the incestual tie between both of you.
And it seemed not even Tony's death was enough to end it.