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Avengers Tower- Clint's New York- Saturday evening

The sun had gone down (you're welcome, vampire friends) and the lights brightening the outside of Avengers Tower had gone on. The outcropping had been decorated nicely with promises to Tony that it would be back to normal in the morning. There was a huppa on the far end with a certain blue mutant there to officiate, and plenty of seating on either side of the aisle for guests.

When the music started, Lucky and Rook were sent down the aisle first, wearing little doggie tuxes, with one carrying the rings on a pillow on his back. When they finally got up there, they were followed by Lockheed, tossing flowers out of a basket pretty much because he had opposable thumbs and that gave him flower dragon status.

And then Kitty came out, looking happy enough that she'd probably bounce all the way down the aisle if she didn't have Logan on her arm on the way. It was time to get this wedding started.

[If you think you got an invite, you did. Yay wedding!]

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"From what Kitty says, the folks we gotta watch out for were all invited," Hardison said softly, watching Parker keep an (entirely too eager, in his opinion) eye out for mayhem. "I suggested puttin' a timeout table outside for anyone who started somethin'."

"See, that was thoughtful," Parker said, keeping her voice down too. "I hope she appreciated that. And that there wasn't a weapons check at the door."

"Pretty much," Eliot said. "Don't say that to Clint and Kitty though. Let 'em enjoy this awhile."

Oh, you mean he'd actually ask first? No sneaky "plan W" cooking up in that head of his?

Hardison might actually be maturing!

"It's a nice ceremony," Eliot said. That was what you were supposed to sayat weddings, right?

It helped that it was true.

"Pretty sure like half these people are weapons," Hardison muttered. "Startin' to feel a bit outclassed. If a fight breaks out, I'm hidin' behind you, mama."

"I got your back," Parker said seriously, then smiled. "And you're so not outclassed. I bet you could take... ummm..." She paused. "That guy with the sunglasses!"

Man, you didn't trick somebody into marrying you! That was the stuff of rom-coms and craziness. Luring someone into a lifelong poly triad, though, that was different. That just made sense.

"I ain't teared up!" Hardison insisted. Loudly. "All these flowers." He waved a hand in the air. "Pollen."

Emma had had... minor reservations about attending, mostly paradox-related. But Kitty was Jack's friend, and Emma liked Clint well enough, and Emma was making An Effort at Being Nice to People.

(She was aware she needed practice. It was a work in progress.)

But she was there as Jack's +1, clad in a conservatively-cut LBD, and doing her best to stay out of everyone's stray-thoughts as a sort-of bonus wedding gift to the happy couple.

Clint laughed and linked his arm in hers as they headed back down the aisle. "What do you say we get out of here and have ourselves a party?"

"Nope," Hardison said, shaking his head. "He's probably some kinda blind ninja that kicks ass by echolocation or something."

...Wrong superhero, Hardison.

"Any wedding that comes with its own dragon is one where I ain't about to mess around."

"Cut flowers," Eliot pointed out. "They rinse the pollen off cut flowers." He dug out a little travel tissue pack and offered it to Hardison. "You're gonna be a wreck when Nate and Sophie finally do this, aren't you."

Close, though!

"Did you talk to him?" Parker asked, lighting up. "He's smart, and seems really nice. But he doesn't want to be petted, so." Alas, Lockheed. Your loyalty to Kitty is noted.

"...No?" Hardison said, taking the proffered tissues. "I ain't even know what you mean. I'm the coolest brother around. Why you think they call me Ice Man?"

Said in the proper accent, too, of course.

"No one calls you that."

Anders appreciated the effort Emma was making, and so he was going to hold off on gossiping with her until they were out of the wedding.

"Do you think there's going to be another you here?" he murmured. "That could get awkward. Interesting, but awkward."

"Some Russian dudes in Boston do," Hardison said giving Eliot a sly grin.

"What?" Hardison looked startled. "No I ain't talked to it. It's a dragon, yo! The last thing I want is for it to discover that I'm crunch an' taste hella good with ketchup!"

"That didn't occur to me," Parker said, looking thoughtful. "Although, I'd bet they told him not to eat the guests.... Would humans really taste good with ketchup?"

"I dunno, mama, I ain't never had a reason to try long pork. Ask Eliot. Wait, don't ask Eliot. You know his opinions on ketchup." Eliot had opinions on every condiment known to mankind. "And what good would tellin' him not to eat folks do? He's a damn dragon! He does what he wants!"

"Russian dudes in prison don't count."

"Aww, why you gotta go an' hurt Sergei's feelin's like that," Hardison teased. "You know he sensitive."

"You remember the part where they were going to kill you, right?"

"Man, after almost a decade of runnin' around with you lot, havin' someone just plannin' to murder me is just one of them thangs," Hardison declared. "Gotta set the bar higher'n that for me to get all fussed these days."

...Sure.

"You get upset when someone wants you to go outside."

"Well, yeah," Hardison said. "That's cause I got, like, a million better things to do inside." He started ticking them off on his fingers. "Hackin', gamin', you, plottin', buildin', Parker..."

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