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the wedding - open rp post
The big day is finally here and Betty shifts between being extremely nervous one minute, and completely calm the next. Guests are arriving already, and after the short ceremony there is going to be a comfortable reception.
Even though the approach to this wedding has been somewhat casual, there is no mistaking the investment in time and effort. It's an outdoor wedding, and the gazebo couldn't be decorated any further, flowers and ribbons are basically everywhere.
If you hurry, you can catch the bride to wish her luck!
Even though the approach to this wedding has been somewhat casual, there is no mistaking the investment in time and effort. It's an outdoor wedding, and the gazebo couldn't be decorated any further, flowers and ribbons are basically everywhere.
If you hurry, you can catch the bride to wish her luck!
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It was a rather impossible task, really, and Bruce knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught sight of the creep in the ill-fitting suit who was hiding in the woods. Just as long as they didn’t tell the bride.
Why was he here? He had told Betty he wouldn’t come, he had told himself the same thing, but when he had stumbled across the wedding announcement in the newspaper that had been casually left around the tower on his last visit all his resolve had flown out the window. He wasn’t sure yet why he was here, all he knew was that he hadn’t been able to stay away.
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Maybe it would have helped it there was a problem to get angry about. For all her confession to Pepper that she's been a bridezilla, things have gone remarkably smoothly. A little too much so.
Betty holds a hand to her white clad stomach and breathes shallowly, dressed up in her gown, it's only a short walk from these trees out into the clearing that is set up like some picturesque ideal of what a wedding should be. She doesn't even see the man lurking until she's a few feet away, and she's obviously shocked when she realized who that man is.
"Bruce, what are you doing here?"
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So it was that he had been trying to make sure he was concealed from Natasha’s line of vision that Betty manage to sneak up on him completely. Her voice cut through him, straight to his heart, sounding so clear in person rather than over the phone.
“Betty, I...” he started to say, but when he turned quickly to look at her the words died on his lips. She was stunning, breathtaking, and absolutely heartstoppingly beautiful. His eyes traveled over her taking in every detail from her elaborate hairstyle to the gown to her make-up and jewellery. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly, forgetting completely what he had started to say before, and even what she had asked him.
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"You can't-" In spite of herself, Betty's entire body warms to his clear appreciation. His opinion has always been important to her, and she's never felt more beautiful than when he's the one who's said it.
"You told me that you weren't going to come, and... we didn't order a setting for you." Betty finished the excuse lamely. That wasn't the reason that it was difficult for him to be here, they both knew it. The truth was, as much as she loved Leo, as much as she was committed to this wedding. Betty would always still be in love with Bruce.
It should have been their wedding.
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“I know, I said that, and I wasn’t going to come,” he agreed. He should have stuck with it, he shouldn’t be here. If he had never seen that article he wouldn’t have come; he wouldn’t have known where or when the wedding was taking place, but once he knew he couldn’t stay away. “I didn’t plan... I’m sorry, I’ll go. I should go.”
He was just making this whole thing harder for them both. She didn’t want him here, she had been relieve when he had told her he wouldn’t be, and now here he was anyway, upsetting her on her wedding day.
He couldn’t help but think, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it should be his wedding day too.
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But she's also afraid that if he leaves, it will be the last time she sees him. It can't end like this.
"I want you to stay. Please."
There is a moment when even she can't believe that she's walking this line. Betty had told herself that enough was enough, it was time to move forward. How would she take the next biggest step in her life without him though? "Bruce, this isn't the way I thought it would be. I love him, do you know that? I really love him."
Her eyes threaten to tear up again, but she remembers what Pepper said to her earlier. It's too early for tears Those can come later.
"Give me a kiss, for good luck?"
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He didn’t know why she wanted him to stay now, but before he could answer her, before he could insist that he should leave, she was talking again, talking about Leonard and how much she loved him and Bruce could feel his heart drop into his stomach. It shouldn’t be a surprise, she was marrying the man after all, but it hurt to hear it, it hurts so bad to hear that she could love someone else when his heart still belonged to her, entirely and unwaveringly.
Isn’t that what you wanted? For her to move on? To be happy? Don’t take that from her now.
He had a hard time forming words, the lump in his throat hard to speak around, but he finally managed it. “Good luck, Betty,” he said, unable to meet her eyes as he spoke. Leaning in, he pressed his lips lightly to her cheek. “I wish you all the happiness in the world.” These words he whispered practically against her skin.
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"That's hardly what I meant, Bruce."
Forget for the moment that she's going to be facing another man in just a few minutes, pledging her life and loyalty to someone that has been nothing but patient and good to her. Betty smiles in the softest way possible, she turns her head before he can pull away. Meeting his lips with hers.
Her breath catches and it's all Betty can do not to take his hand and run. Just run away from the entire thing and hide. Hide wherever he wants to, because she imagined that life a hundred times and more since he left her in New York City.
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It as meant to be something chaste, brief, but his arms wrapped around her almost of their own accord and he pulled her against him as he kissed her back. It had been far too long since he had held her, since he had tasted her, and the sensation was so familiar, so right...
This was so wrong but he couldn’t bring himself to stop because the second he did she would run away and he would lose her forever.
That was what made this all so hard, the thing he hadn’t said to her, that he had been keeping to himself. After what had happened in New York he had actually let himself start to hope. When he had transformed into the Hulk then, of his own accord, he’d been able to keep some semblance of control, been able to follow orders and work as part of a team. He still needed a lot of work, when the transformations were triggered he was still out of control, but it was better than it had been, and if he could learn to control it...
Then Betty had called him and told him about the wedding. He couldn’t ask her to wait for him, to put her life on hold for him. He didn’t know how long it would take, or if he would ever gain full control, but for the first time it had felt like a possibility. Now even that hope seemed bleak.
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Just for the moment, Betty gives in. All of her love and all of her frustration is poured into a kiss that has to end. It has to be the last time she'll ever kiss him, because if it isn't, her heart won't take the waiting any longer. It would just give up.
When she pulls back enough to look into his eyes, there is a silent apology. "If you asked me right now. The answer would be yes." The answer was always 'yes' to Bruce.
"...don't make me choose again." Raising herself to her toes, Betty presses her lips to his forehead.
"I love you, Bruce. I hope- I want you to find happiness too."
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He wanted to ask her, he wanted to say the words and run away from all this, but he couldn’t. Taking a shuddering breath he kept his head lowered and tried to say something, anything. “Some people... just don’t get to be happy,” he finally said. He forced himself to look at her, to meet those beautiful eyes that still haunted his dreams. “But you do, and you will be, Betty. Nobody deserves it as much as you.”
He wanted to say that he loved her too, that he always had and he always would, but he couldn’t quite form the words so he kept them close to his heart instead.