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After a whirlwind romance, the mutant Pietro Maximoff finally married the Inhuman Princess Crystalia Amaquelin in what’s remembered as an elegant evening. New Attilan opened their doors to guests from around the galaxy, and a wide variety of people meant it was bound to be eventful.

This event took place BEFORE the events of PLEASANT HILL. It does not take place in canon. Please see the canon page for more information.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: Inhuman weddings were nothing sort of an affair. Inhuman royal weddings were another thing altogether and - thankfully - did not come often. The last had been Medusa and Black Bolt, the one before that his parents. Due to the fact that it was highly unlikely that Maximus would wed it was highly suspected the union of Crystalia Amaquelin and Pietro Maximoff would be the last one until Ahura Boltagon ( Black Bolt’s son ) was wed. It was a full day event. There were the priests who looked down their nose at the very not Inhuman groom. Welcoming an a mutant into the sphere of the Inhuman Royal family was unheard of but there were few things that Black Bolt could deny Crystal. She was the baby of their family, and the fact that she now had a child of her own complicated things. Pietro would always be in their life due to Luna so the least they could do was make a united front. There was an endless amount of time spent getting ready - an infinite number of hands poking, pinning and powdering. The dress was tight above the layers of skirt and it made Crystal acutely aware of how her body had changed. Even if the maternity weight had dropped it wasn’t until she was buttoned into the dress that she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. It was tradition to keep the bride and groom apart. Crystalia was blessed by the Priest alone, the only person in the room her sister. The infant Luna, aka the only other person allowed to wear white, was already in the chapel New Attilan had. After that, it was a blur. It took three girls with flowers in their hair who were untouched from the Mists to guide her train behind her. Black Bolt escorted her down the aisle, wordless as he passed her to Pietro. The Silent King couldn’t officiate but Karnak did instead, her cousin taking after his Priest father. This was more than welcoming someone into the Inhuman family. It was welcoming an outsider into their world. Right before the vows came the blessing, and as her only surviving blood relative Medusalith gave it with a small smile. She leaned in to whisper something in her sisters ear, strands of red hair briefly pulling Crystal close. The words were preselected, the same that her parents and their parents before them would have said. There was a part in the Inhuman language of Tilan ad Crystalia genuinely felt bad for her short attention spanned husband. She wanted to be with him. Things were still off after Westview but she meant her words before the union was blessed and they were finally able to kiss. Announced as a married couple, the guests were released to the opulent ballroom and open bar.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy had received an invitation to the wedding from Crystal shortly after Westview, and shortly after their conversation was had regarding the invite to New Attilan, but she was hesitant to actually go after the whole interaction with the couple back at the accountability meeting. But she really did want to work things out and even gain Crystalia as a friend. After all, it only felt right given the fact that Daisy was an Inhuman. She just needed to get used to the idea that there was a royal family that she needed to show respect to, as much as it hurt her ego. She originally wasn’t going to even attend, scared that it would be uncomfortable, but Monica ended up convincing her to go. And after the ceremony, Daisy was glad she was there to witness everything. What Pietro and Crystal had was real, and honestly kind of beautiful. She tugged down at the sides of her dark green dress, worried that the slit was a little too much. It was rare she sported anything besides a leather jacket or her Quake suit, but she was trying. As everyone headed towards the ball room, Daisy’s eyes drifted towards the bar and she glanced at Monica. “Do you want anything? Because I definitely need a shot or two in me before I go give them congratulations.”

BUCKY BARNES: James removed his jacket and hung it over the back of his chair, rolling one shirt sleeve up and leaving the other buttoned around his metal arm. He kept his glove on too, the black of his button up a silhouette leading to the leather of his glove. He'd never attended a wedding as a guest - the handful of times he crashed them he was usually there to assassinate a member of the party. Now, he just felt twitchy, unsure of why he'd even bothered attending to begin with. The invitation had come, he had responded, and now he was popping the cracks out of his back as he stood. Weddings were long and he didn't particularly care for the Inhuman or Maximoff. Especially not Maximoff. "I'm gonna grab a beer. You want one?" he asked towards the opposite end of the table where Sam was sitting with Carol, the question directed at both of them. He and Sam hadn't really talked in a while, but James wasn't really up for fighting tonight.

CLINT BARTON: "Our wedding would've been awful." Clint remarked as he looked away from the ceremony and back towards Bobbi, who he'd passed on his way to the bar. "White would've totally clashed. Glad we went with the Elvis church in Vegas. Could you even imagine trying to find this many people who like us?"

CAROL DANVERS: Somewhere between the middle and end of the ceremony, Carol had snaked her hand beneath the cloth covered table and intertwined her fingers through Sam's; a quiet, hidden gesture of affection. At some point along the way, she had squeezed his hand gently, wondering just how and when she had become this person. She didn't hate it, she didn't even dislike it, but she did wonder when she'd gotten a little soft. When she'd not bemoan a wedding and eagerly wait for the reception. When everything ended, Carol slipped out of Sam's grasp and went to stand, brushing her hands across her dark purple dress to smooth out the layers. "I'll go get my own drink. Sam's too." she eyed Sam and then looked back towards Bucky. She wasn't a middle man. She wasn't even in the department of caring about stuff like this - but as she passed by Bucky, she pat him once on the arm and kept walking.

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex was never really a fan of dressing up for formal events, but the fact that his overall height and physique often lent itself to cleaning up well wasn’t exactly a detriment. Another plus just so happened to be the violet haired woman attending the event by his side, looking stunningly gorgeous and way out of his league at the same time. Excited to let loose a bit finally ( but wildly overwhelmed by the amount of people present ), he was also itching to get his suit jacket off, the bowtie feeling much more constricting than it had during his initial fitting. With Betsy on his arm Alex scouted the room for an open table, somewhere to dump their belongings and also — maybe take a second to gather himself.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: He wasn’t built for long ceremonies—or ceremonies of any sort. Or really anything that required him to sit in one place for longer than ten minutes. But this was different, and though his shoulders quietly protested from the stiffness he’d been carrying around between them all morning, the noise of it all fell away when she finally appeared at the end of the isle. He couldn’t say he had ever envisioned himself getting married, his world had hardly extended past Wanda for much of his life, but things had certainly changed. Crystalia was, as far as he was concerned, the love of his life—and their child had become the very thing that kept him from running at the first sign of vulnerability...Or the first sign of trouble with her family. He was more than a little aware of the disdain her family felt for him, already familiar with the subtle tone they took from time to time or the hidden meaning behind a comment . So perhaps he was a little smug when he vowed to her despite their disapproving looks and announced their marriage anyway. “I know we did this a little backwards, but it’s better late than never, right?” He murmured.

YELENA BELOVA: She didn’t belong. She didn’t want*to belong, actually. Yelena had gotten to know the various heroes decently well in the year since she had come to America to piece together her sisters life. She had literally become neighbors with some during Westview, and receiving an invitation to the wedding of her captor’s twin seemed a bit backwards. Maybe the Inhumans knew she hated Wanda as well and they shared a connection. Before Westview she would have gone with Bucky, his metal hand on her nearly bare back. Now she had to resist scanning the room for him. The dress was a bit much; red, tight and short with a full skirt partially pinned around it. She liked it though, liked how it made you stop and look. “Мы хорошо играем сегодня вечером. (We are playing nice tonight.)” He was her boss and nothing more. Yelena had brought him as a plus one because she had been asked to. Royalty, but lesser than the ones they were celebrating. Blonde waves had been pulled back, dark lips frowning. “I don’t like your coat. People don’t like you. They are going to look.”

BARON ZEMO: He had been mildly surprised the moment Yelena had suggested his attendance as her plus one to the Inhuman royal wedding, but his expression conveyed a sense of belonging - a sense that yes, of course I’ll attend as your plus one. Yelena seemed to feel the opposite, but her remark left a smirk on his face, lips pulling aside for a moment to reveal teeth more fitting for a shark, than a man. “Конечно мой дорогой. (Of course, my dear.) Who would have assumed otherwise?” Her comment on his coat however ( a bespoke overcoat in a dark charcoal grey, lined with a purple silk ), warped the smirk into a grimace and he let out a sigh, “Let them look. I paid good money for this coat.”

LUNA MAXIMOFF: Luna was surprised at how out of place she felt, considering she was in New Atilan at her own parents’ wedding, just in the past (technically?). She was still unsure of how or why she managed to find herself at this point of reality, but she was trying to make the best of it. That didn’t make seeing an infant version of herself, or being present at her own parents’ wedding to begin with any less bizarre. No one here knew who she was, besides her parents and the rest of her family. They agreed to work on figuring things out after the wedding though, since it was obviously pretty short notice. The overwhelming amount of energy and emotions in the room was starting to get to her though, so she made her way to the bar where she grabbed a water and took a small sip, her eyebrows furrowed as she zoned out and simply observed everyone.

KATE BISHOP: For one of the first times in her life, she hadn’t been late. Which was a relief, actually, since it looked like the guards locked the doors once the ceremony started. If she hadn’t had coffee she probably would dozed. Instead Kate just squeezed Julian’s hand once they were dismissed and gathered her skirts so that she wasn’t stepped on. “Are we classy or not tonight? I feel like we should be because it’s a wedding, but why would they have an open bar if they didn’t expect people to get shots?” Stopping, Kate rested a hand on the light violet tulle of her dress. It was more than she could afford. Maybe not before, but being a private investigator didn’t pay. She had no idea how Jessica Jones managed to buy all the booze on the lousy salary. Her plan had been to try and recycle something from an old gala but had come home to the dress hung on the hook on her bedroom door instead. She had seen it at the store, purple ( obviously her color ) and dainty. Kate was rougher now than she had been before. She had calluses and cuts she managed to cover with foundation. It was nice to feel pretty. She would never ask Julian to buy it for her but the fact that he had without saying anything meant a lot. Kate was proud. She had lost her inheritance but it was with her head held high. Kate loved Julian. They didn’t, like, say it but it was true. She was pretty sure he loved her too. “Your choice.”

EMMA FROST: The diamonds around her throat glinted in the light as Emma finished exchanging pleasantries with Medusa and Black Bolt. She held a hand out to Scott as she stepped back. “I really think I should have been allowed to wear white.” Emma sniffed, blue eyes glancing down her nose at the crowd. Mutants and Inhumans mingling. What a funny world they lived in. Some women wouldn’t have the balls to attend highly publicized events with their lovers while the said lovers wife stayed home, but Jean had actually helped Emma pick her dress and had chosen the one that showed more skin. Silver, just a shade off from white and sparkly. “You look dashing, darling. One would barely be able to tell there’s a stick up your ass. Amazing what a fitted suit can do.”

YELENA BELOVA: Eyes rolling, Yelena gave him a once over. “--That does not make it any less ugly.” She gestured towards the bar. “I’ll need a drink if I’m going to tolerate you outside of work. Tell me -- who, exactly, have you come to see?”

SAM WILSON: Somethings were looking up. He and Carol were fine, all things considered. Their tension over Westview hadn’t exactly dissipated but instead taken a backseat to everything else. They were coworkers, friends, teammates, lovers. She respected his decisions and that meant a lot. Sam was opening his mouth to respond to Bucky when Carol stood. He stared at her for a moment before she turned to walk away, all the while thinking Judas. “Looks like I’m spoken for.” Sam flashed a tight smile. He noticed a flash of red and a jailbird moving towards the bar but it seemed wrong to point that out. “I’m guessing it’s all expensive and may taste like shit.”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: One hand was on Pietro’s arm, her body angled towards him. The train of her dress was nearly unmanageable but a few attendants had bustled it up so she could move. The gown was impossibly heavy but she barely felt it. “We didn’t leave ourselves much time in the beginning, did we?” Her free hair gently touched one of the silk flowers that had been woven into her hair to make sure it was in place. “I love you, you know. This is all so -- extravagant, and drawn out. I’m sure you must be miserable, so I appreciate your patience.”

MONICA RAMBEAU: As it stood, Pietro and Monica had no issues. She was pretty good with the Inhumans due to the fact that S.W.O.R.D. had worked with them but it was still a pleasant surprise to receive an invitation. It made sense to go with Daisy. They had been spending more time together and it felt good to have a friend in all the unfamiliar faces. “I can’t say no to a shot.” Not that it was usually her style. “I’m just amazed to see everyone being so cordial.”

LORNA DANE: “I cannot believe this is Pietro’s wedding.” Lorna leaned over to Remy, voice low. “I know my brother. He’s got, like, the attention span of a goldfish. When they started speaking Inhuman mumbo jumbo even I started going cross eyed.” Lorna had sat between her father and Remy, green hair twisted away from the high neck and gaping cleavage of her black dress. Snatching two flutes from a passing server, the mutant offered one to her date. “Be grateful you’re not marrying into this mess of a family.”

BETSY BRADDOCK: The Braddock were a family composed of money. Old money, specifically, with its weight and expectations. Betsy had grown up the middle child born barely before her twin. The three Braddock’s had fidgeted in their formal wear and ignored the chiding of their mother. It had been a long time since then and they had all lived numerous lives. It had taken Betsy a few dismayed moments to realize why none of the gowns she had didn’t fit. They were, quite literally, made for a different body. They were stitched for Kwannon and Betsy had quietly backed out of her closet before her eyes could well up. She had found something in the end, even if she had to drop a few £. “Opinion,” Betsy asked, turning to Alex. She gestured from the soft sage of her dress to the light violet of her hair. “Too bold a color palette?” Spotting an open table by Scott and Emma, Betsy led Alex and pulled a chair out. “We’re drinking, right?”

JULIAN KELLER: "How many weddings is this?" Julian sighed as he cracked his neck, finally free from having to pretend he wasn't dying of boredom during the ceremony. "Remind me again why people do this?" He eyed the bar just as Kate mentioned it and gave a shrug. "If they didn't want us to get wasted then it shouldn't be free. Come on," he looped his fingers through hers and tugged gently, coaxing her to follow. "I'm gonna say sloppy drunk. The kind that makes you regret waking up the next morning. You in?"

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: Every bit of the ceremony that didn’t directly involve her had dragged on, this was true. He hadn’t been overly fond of the intricacies of an Inhuman wedding—and here he thought a human one had been long—but it was well worth it. Especially now that they were free to eat, and enjoy themselves as they pleased. “Miserable? never. It’s our wedding day—but I am glad the formalities are done with.” He admitted. Pietro managed to be on his best behavior throughout most of the wedding, but there were a few times when they dragged on in an old Inhuman tongue that he felt his brain go numb. Frankly he managed to salvage his sanity by speaking to Wanda now and then, not that he’d tell Crystalia that. “Besides, it helps when I have someone so beautiful to look at.” a beat. “I love you, too.”

SCOTT SUMMERS: "You're feeling particularly snarky tonight. Dress too tight?" Scott teased, taking her hand. A few years ago, he would've felt guilty doing something like this, but as he admired Emma in her shade of silver, he didn't feel guilty at all. As he shouldn't. Jean was spending the evening with Logan, Scott was spending it with Emma. "I would say strange partnership," he was referring to the newlyweds, "But someone could say that about us, too."

BUCKY BARNES: James brushed off Carol's gesture and didn't take the bait. They were fine; him and Sam were fine. It was whatever. Looking over his shoulder, he went to make a step towards the bar, when he caught the crimson red first and then the woman wearing it. And who she was with. He turned back towards Sam, swallowing back a sigh. He was tired. "Definitely is going to taste like shit. Did you know about Zemo?" he asked, and if he sounded accusatory, he didn't mean it.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy nodded as she walked over to the open bar and ordered two glasses of jack and coke, not exactly sure what Monica preferred. But she didn’t peg the other agent as the fruity drink type. This option seemed safe enough, everyone liked coke, right? As she handed Monica the drink, she took a long sip of from her glass and swallowed thickly, nodding at Monica’s comment. “Right? That ‘accountability’ meeting was a nightmare.”

BARON ZEMO: Zemo glared at her before softening a bit as she noted the presence of the open bar, “I love weddings - and you offered. Why must I have another reason for attending?” he grinned, as they approached a free bartender. Quickly placing a drink request for himself, he turned to size up Yelena, “—- hm, white Russian?” he teased, letting out a laugh that was a bit too proud of that joke before turning back to the bartender and requesting some of their top shelf vodka, on the rocks. Handing the drink to Yelena he took a sip of his own, a familiar German bourbon, “ - Это тебе по душе? (Is it to your liking?)”

CASSIE LANG: Cassie was so glad that her dad agreed to let her go to the wedding. She was pretty sure that using Kate as a bargaining chip was what did the trick, but either way she was excited to see what Inhumans were all about. And although the ceremony seemed to drag with all the unknown languages, she was thankful to see Kate and what she figured was Julian over by the bar. It felt kind of weird to be standing by a bar, given the fact that Cassie was underage, but she still approached the two and grinned. “Kate, hey! Is this Julian?” She turned to the male that was holding her best friend’s hand.

REMY LEABEAU: "I'm not a masochist, Lorna." Remy said as he took the flute, tasting the expensive champagne on his tongue. "Seems the Inhuman princess is, though. Marryin' your brother sounds like pullin' your hair out slowly, strand by strand."

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex was pulled from his clouded thoughts by Betsy’s gentle inquiry, offering her a grin and a head shake that - “No, definitely not. Green and purple are complementary, I think — if my middle school art class taught me anything,” he chuckled before his demeanor shifted slightly, a bit of the normal Alex coming back. “Oh, absolutely. I plan on remembering very little of this evening, if that’s cool with you.” Thinking about it a bit more, Alex knew this wasn’t necessarily wise considering his track record - but Betsy was smart, and thankfully telepathic. She would know if something was amiss with Alex before anyone else.

STEVE ROGERS: Steve usually made his way to the nearest table of food at these sorts of things. It was nice to see everyone gathered to have a good time for once—especially Pietro and Crystalia. He’d been rooting for the two of them ever since she’d gotten pregnant and it was nice to see them happy. The one thing that had been breaking his brain all evening: their daughter(s). “Imagine holding yourself...as a baby...”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: Inhuman traditions were a lot. Crystal was desensitized to them and even she noticed. “Personally, I can’t wait until we get out of here and then it’s really just us. I don’t even know who to talk to first.” There was an absurd amount of guests and it was expected they’d thank some of them for attending. “Are you trying to flatter me?” A brow arched. “You know, when I stopped to help you that day I didn’t think all this would happen. Not that you weren’t handsome. You were too handsome. Trouble.”

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: Now she was reading his mind—formal events weren’t for him and as much as he enjoyed their wedding the chit chat and dancing would grow old for him sooner than anyone else. More than anything though, he was so looking forward to some time with just the two of them. God knew he loved Luna but they hadn’t gotten much time before her arrival. A smirk tugged at his lips at her comment. “Maybe I feigned worse than it was.” he teased. “Kept you around, didn’t it?”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: “You want to know a secret?” Due to some excellent table arrangements, Lana was seated at a table filled with the Champions. Nate stuck out as an outlier but his dad had a date who wasn’t his mom so she had refrained from asking if he’d rather sit there. Although she would have loved a drink, Cable didn’t imbibe. Lana shifted the ice cubes in her Shirley Temple with her straw again, pink dress making her feel a little silly. “I’ve never been to a wedding.”

BOBBI MORSE: Who could say no to a party? Not Bobbi Morse. She had seen Daisy earlier and met Monica Rambeau. The three women had chatted briefly before Bobbi had excused herself to the bar where she posted up against the mahogany counter. Her table was fine and filled with the usual faces -- Nat, Steve, Carol -- but she felt like the odd man out. Not that she minded being single. She was just single at a wedding single. That was the kind of single that would end up leaving with what the morning would call a bad decision. “--Yeah?” She laughed as Clint approached, one hand casually slung in the pocket of the skirts dress. A real dealbreaker right there. “You’re probably right. I loved the tacky honeymoon suite after. Heart shaped bed, mirrors on the ceiling. Whole nine yards.” A smile snaked across her face. “Looking good, Barton.”

WANDA MAXIMOFF: What a strange position to be in. Between the two of them, Wanda wasn’t sure which of the twins would be married first. Her, maybe. Pietro flirted but was far from committed to any woman other than his sister. He hadn’t been to her wedding. No one had, actually, because it was an offscreen event on a mentally ill woman’s television show. A lot of the faces in the crowd had good reason to hate Wanda and some did. She floated through their midst without paying attention to their disdain. Vision had attended the event with her, the tone of his skin thankfully differing from the deep red and maroon tones of her dress. Dark brown hair fell in loose curls towards bare shoulders, freshly dyed back to its normal color. She was drifting towards her brother to send out a telepathic feeler if it was safe to approach when she spotted a young Inhuman by the bar drinking water. Head tilting to the side, Wanda moved towards her and ordered a water of her own. “You’re Luna.” Her voice was quiet. The Scarlet Witch had a special set of abilities and reality fell under her domain. “I’m your Aunt, if you don’t know that. I’m not sure if your mother hates me still when you’re from.”

JESSICA DREW: Roger had Gerry and Jessica had wine. A lot of wine, actually. She was by the bar when Carol arrived and hip checked her friend lightly. “Look at you, hot stuff. You look like you need a drink. Or two.” Waving the bartender down, Jess jutted her chin towards Sam and Bucky. “How’s it going with the odd couple?”

KATE BISHOP: “Weddings are weird for me.” Kate admitted. Julian didn’t know what had happened to her, not really. He knew about her short walk through Central Park and the long consequences after. But Susan’s wedding was where she had met her friends so the bad would always be mixed with good. “Because they like people to give them gifts. I don’t know, it could be fun to get dressed up and make people be nice to them.” Her fingers interlocked with Julian’s as he led her to the bar. “Babe, I regret every morning I wake up with you. I’m all in.” Kate joked. She turned in surprise before smiling and releasing Julian’s hand. “That it is. Cassie, this is my boyfriend Julian. Julian, best friend Cassie. Her dad is Ant-Man, and that’s why I don’t think I should ask you to get sloppy drunk with us. One shot?”

EMMA FROST: Emma would have sucked in a breath but her dress wouldn’t allow it. “I’d say just tight enough.” She hummed before absentmindedly fixing his tie. Acquiring two flutes of champagne, Emma lightly clinked the rim of hers to Scotts. “You know you like it. Attention suits you. Although you’re not wrong. Most can’t fathom why I bother with you. I prefer to be coy instead of telling them it’s because you’re a good lay.”

SAM WILSON: “Nah, man. Heard he escaped again.” After the had let him out, that was. “I heard the Thunderbolts are up and running. Star, Taskmaster. The usual nonsense. Yelena too.” Sam pursed his mouth before sighing. “Maybe good ol’ Helmut signed on. Should I feel personally responsible? Bucky.” Sam stopped himself, shaking his head. “Why don’t you sit down? I can get someone to drop off the Inhuman liquor. The kind that would even help you and Steve cut loose.”

MONICA RAMBEAU: Thanking Daisy for the drink, Monica swirled the dark amber liquid around for a moment. Maria drank her whiskey neat. Always. Maybe some bourbon on the porch with a friend. “Yeah, well, you can’t expect much when Walker showed up. Between him and Hayward I’ve had my fill of shitty white men.”

YELENA BELOVA: His glare was met with a blank face. She would never admit there was people there she would prefer to talk to, but after accidentally making eye contact with her sister Yelena sharply turned away. “It was recommended. I wasn’t sure if you were the type to stay where he wasn’t wanted.” At his joke she offered an insincere smile before taking the drink. Yelena tossed it back in one sharp burn, glass connecting with the bar a moment later. “James Barnes.” Her gave was hard. “Оставь его в покое. (You leave him alone.) Do you understand? I’m not playing.” It had to be said and she didn’t want him to question her on it.

LORNA DANE: “I think I am. Look at my dating history.” That wasn’t really fair to Alex though. They had both burned white hot before ( mostly ) extinguishing. “I’m surprised she can handle him. Maybe it’s because she has so much hair. What’s with that weird black dye job on the back?” She had always wondered about that.

BETSY BRADDOCK: One eye closing in mock thought, Betsy chuckled. “Orange and blue are. That’s all I remember and I thought it was bloody stupid.” Seeing that Alex wasn’t going to pull out a chair for her Betsy went ahead and pulled one out for him before gesturing for him to sit. “Are you expecting me to be that poor of a date then?”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: “What can I say? I love a good charity case. It’s my royal duty.” Crystal leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “At least with you it was fun.” Not for Johnny Storm. Their courtship had ended shortly after. “I would have preferred for you to see me without my clothes more than once before Luna decided to destroy me.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: That hadn’t quite been the question she was expecting. “That’s never really something I thought to imagine.” Nat smiled slightly, sipping at her martini. “But thank you for putting it in my mind.”

BARON ZEMO: While Zemo was not unfamiliar with Yelena’s particular, er - approach to alcohol, he much preferred to savor the drink in his hand, sipping it casually before finishing it at a normal pace. This was, or at least appeared to be a classy affair, he would no doubt behave as such. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Yelena. Я знаю, когда себя вести. ( I know when to behave myself. ) You think so lowly of me, it’s hurtful,” he mused, gaze scanning the room as the bartender refilled Yelena’s glass and topped off his own. “You two seem a bit - strained at the moment. Things aren’t going well, I take it?”

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex caught her gaze at the chair a moment too late, internally smacking himself for not doing the chivalrous thing. If anyone’s the shit date, it’s you. Idiot. Scooting over a bit in his chair, Alex made sure there was a comfortable amount of room for her to sit, despite the tulle bunching up around their legs. The sensation was sort of funny and Alex let out a slight exhale in amusement, at Betsy’s ball gown and her self-deprecating comment. Their rapport seemed to have reached a stage that jabs in good humor felt comfortable enough, but Alex was still a bit on edge, opting instead to make this night as ‘stress-free’ as possible - for everyone. “If anyone’s gonna set the standard for poor dates, it’s me.”

YELENA BELOVA: The bartender brought her another drink and Yelena tapped black painted nails against the crystal. At least that was one of them, then. The last thing the blonde seemed to do as of late was was behave herself. “Конечно. Вы настоящий аристократ (Of course. You're a proper aristocrat).” Not that Yelena had any love for the bourgeoisie. The government had funded the Red Room with backroom deals but the rich invested as well. In one smooth motion her body moved, the graceful nature of a dancer and ingrained reflexes of a widow placing her flush against his chest. To some it may have looked intimate as she leaned up towards him, but there was only venom in her words. “It is none of your business and you’ve done enough. It does not matter what skin you wear, Helmut. You’re a snake. Don’t we have enough to focus on?” It had been stupid to mention James at all, to show any kind of affection. She would add it to her list of faults.

LUNA MAXIMOFF: Luna’s head instantly perked up at the voice of her aunt, her eyebrows furrowing as she took a sip of her water and nodded. “Of course I know that,” It was kind of impossible for her not to, given how close her father was to Wanda. They were inseparable, even if her mother wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan. Luna had heard stories of what happened in Westview, and how she’d been sucked in as an infant, but she was way too young to remember. “I mean, I wouldn’t say you two are best friends.. Should I even be telling you that? I don’t really know how any of this works. Or what’s going on, for that matter.”

CASSIE LANG: “It’s really nice to meet you, Julian.” Cassie smiled, hesitant before offering her hand out to shake. She never knew how people would react to that, but she was hopeful it wouldn’t be totally awkward as she glanced at Kate and raised her eyebrows. “Sloppy drunk? At this super fancy wedding?” She’d gotten drunk before with Kate by themselves at the comfort of Cassie’s house while her dad was out, but she’d never really drank like that in public. Cassie just never really had any friends until she met Kate. “That sounds fun, actually. I’m down.” She was feeling a lot more rebellious recently ever since she started to expose herself to Pym Particles, and for once she just wanted to be a stupid teenager. Maybe it would help with her anxiety to have a couple shots. She was constantly scanning the room to see if any of the Avenger’s recognized that it was her in that security footage of the compound training room getting trashed.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy couldn’t help but notice Monica swirling the drink, and she wondered for a moment if it wasn’t a good choice. Should she have just gotten it straight? Or maybe Monica did like fruity stuff.. But she tried not to let herself dwell on that. There was no need to stress out over a drink, right? Thankfully Monica started to talk and Daisy nodded as she took another sip of her drink and rolled her eyes. “I think it’s an underlying theme in our line of work, unfortunately.” She took a step to the side to try and alleviate her feet throbbing in her heels, but of course she stumbled and managed to catch herself before she made a total fool of herself. But that didn’t stop her from grimacing as she shook her head. “I hate these stupid things. Why can’t sneakers just be the standard for this sort of thing?”

BARON ZEMO: Zemo couldn’t help the slight hitch in his breath as Yelena came in contact with his chest. Even before she spoke, he knew the gesture was more threatening than anything else, but that didn’t eliminate the morbid curiosity and mildly irresponsible attraction he’d experienced in that moment. She was beautiful no doubt — so why should he have been expected to react any differently? He was however, a gentleman in that regard, so he kept his hands to himself, taking another slow sip of bourbon, calm and collected. “I might a snake, perhaps, but I’m not stupid. Не воспринимайте меня как таковую. (Do not perceive me as such.)”

MONICA RAMBEAU: Her own feet were aching in her heels but Monica still looked down and flexed an ankle. “Splurged on these bad boys. I’m regretting it but I feel like I have to tough it out.” Her job required a lot of boots. She didn’t mind dressing up but Monica would never be the type of woman who was always tottering around in heels. That being said, the metallic black of her dress hugged the curves that Monica had definitely not gotten from her mother. Maria had never known how to shop for her daughter and as a result there had been a lot of oversized Air Force shirts and baggy jeans. The sweetness of the coke coated her tongue and contrasted the sharp sting of the alcohol. She took a long sip and briefly lapsed into silence. “You ever look around and think what the hell am I doing here?”

NATHAN SUMMERS: Nathan tipped his head to better hear her, his squat glass full of tonic water at his lips. He smiled a little around the rim as he drank. "Lame advice, but don't consider this patient zero." Not that he was an expert in weddings, but this one had been long. Boring. Especially considering he had nothing to do with either the bride or groom. He was a plus one, or something. "Also lame secret, Lana."

KATE BISHOP: “-- well, I wasn’t exactly saying you should be a degenerate too, but hey! The more the merrier, right? Looks like you have to order shots for three now. Thanks, Julian.” Kate kissed his cheek as if to imply run along and get the alcohol. She turned to her friend. “What’s up, Lang? You look nice. Are you flying solo?”

CLINT BARTON: "The mirrors were a great touch." Clint's expression mirrored her. "All the angles, couldn't of asked for more." He slid a glass in her direction, one that looked like champagne but he hadn't bother tasting it. "You know, I thought the invitation list would have better taste. Maybe they had an extra spot to fill."

CAROL DANVERS: "Make it three." Carol said as she rested both forearms on the bar, leaning forward. She chanced a glance over her shoulder before it slid towards Yelena, stopping only briefly before Carol was looking at Jess again. "Don't ask me. I've been avoiding them all week. You'd think they'd get over it by now-" she took the drink from the bartender and immediately swallowed half of it. "I'm going for one drama free night. Is that even possible at this point?"

JULIAN KELLER: Julian's gaze skated down the length of Cassie's body, stopping just briefly by her outstretched hand before returning to her face. He slipped into an easy smile, taking her hand in his and offering some automatic platitude he didn't mean. Maybe it was 'nice to meet you too'. Maybe 'always nice to meet Kate's friends.' He didn't know. Didn't care. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Kate's head before leaving her with Cassie, holding up two fingers in a salute while he went to grab shots at the bar.

YELENA BELOVA: Sharp nails dug into his arm, the filed points digging into the ( ugly ) jacket. As a Black Widow you were trained to watch and gauge reactions. Even though Zemo remained calm she noticed the almost imperceptible intake of breath. Her smile was smug, a wolves smile with sharpened teeth. “And I’m not a fool. I work with you not for you, а если понадобится, убью тебя (and if need be, I will kill you.). Now, get my language out of your mouth.”

SCOTT SUMMERS: Scott absently sipped at his own flute, not really tasting the alcohol as he scanned the room. He wasn't wearing a visor, or glasses, and it was an odd, unchartered feeling. He'd long gotten over being entranced by varying shades of color instead of just light and dark tones of red, but the idea of wearing nothing left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. Especially in such a public and packed setting. "If that were the only reason, you would've left a long time ago. Save it, Frost, we know you just can't resist me."

BUCKY BARNES: James clenched his fists around the back of the chair, feeling the metal wrinkle a bit underneath. He really didn't want to sit. He sort of didn't want to be here, anymore. He thought getting drunk off his ass would help; usually too much alcohol kept him from dreaming, but there was also a potential he would absolutely lose it. "How do you make it work?" he asked, voice grating. "You and Carol. It shouldn't work, and yet it does. How?"

REMY LEBEAU: "I think I'd prefer to stay away from your datin' history, chere." somewhere along the way, Remy had swapped the champagne for a finger of scotch, something more expensive than what he usually drank. It was surprisingly more bitter. "Maybe it's natural." he shrugged. "Sometimes weird things happen with genetics."

JESSICA DREW: “Men.” Jessica snorted into her drink. “The guy I came with has been talking to his ex-wife. Who I don’t think he divorced legally. They also may still sleep together?” Jessica paused and blinked. “Jesus, I’m drunk.” Her situation was punctuated with another sip. “Bucket looks pissed. Maybe conflict will bring them together.”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Setting her cup down, Lana crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, Nathan. Was that not juicy enough? Do you have better secrets than me? Most of mine are illegal and I’m almost off parole.”

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy looked down at Monica’s shoes and nodded, chuckling softly before looking at her own heels. The blonde didn’t exactly have a pair lying around in her closet, or well, suitcase, so she also had to go buy a pair. She wished now that she took more care into what she picked out, though. Preferably a shorter heel. “Well they suit you, at least. Your dress is really nice too.” The two of them stood in silence for a few beats as Daisy took in their surroundings. It was pretty insane how quickly things around her changed in this way. Years ago all of these heroes were just celebrities and stories to her, and now she was colleagues with most of them. “Ten years ago, I was a conspiracy theorist who lived in a van. And now I’m standing here in a fancy gown at a royal Inhuman wedding. And also I have superpowers and am an agent for the exact organization I was hellbent on exposing. Life is crazy, I guess. But what’s making you say that?

CASSIE LANG: Cassie could tell that Julian didn’t seem too thrilled to meet her, but she tried not to take offense to it. It wasn’t like she was exactly special. Well, besides the fact that now she was able to grow to the size of a several story building and shrink to the size of an ant. Which she had not told Kate about, yet. Her friend knew about the Pym Particles, but the powers were a recent development. “He seems nice.” She settled on with a soft smile before glancing down at her flower covered dress. “Thanks, you do too! The purple one was definitely the better of the two you had.” The two had texted ideas back and forth for what they were going to wear for a couple of weeks. “I am, yeah. My dad’s around here somewhere. Probably with Hope.” She paused for a few beats and looked around again before leaning in a little closer. “So something new happened.. With the uh, Particles and stuff.”

BETSY BRADDOCK: Under all the layers of green, Betsy managed to cross her ankles politely. Thank you, finishing school. The skirt blanketed both of them but Betsy was relaxed as her bare shoulder brushed his covered one. She fell silent then, eyes open but attention distracted. “I like to stay out of the minds of others now,” she said slowly after a moment. “But some make it difficult. You’re loud, Alex, and that’s fine. You’re not a poor date at all, just an anxious one. I wouldn’t normally offer, but would you like to...” she racked her mind for the right words. “Do you trust me?”

BOBBI MORSE: “I always knew there was a reason you wanted me on the top. I have a great back.” She wasn’t 100% sold on the whole looking at herself thing. “Why’d you never look this good when we were actually married?”

EMMA FROST: The White Queen tsked. “I was only in it for the lovely shades. Do you think you can put them on again?” It was like when people shaved their face or suddenly got bangs. The whole look was thrown off. “Actually, darling, I don’t think people recognize you. How funny.”

BARON ZEMO: Zemo set his drink on the bar top behind him, hands instinctively coming to rest in the pockets of his dress pants, “Of course,” he nodded, “Though, I assumed you were enjoying conversing in your mother tongue.” Shrugging off her comment regarding killing him at a moment’s notice, he caught sight of James for a brief moment, offering up what he thought was the friendliest smile he could muster, before addressing Yelena again, “You don’t need to babysit me all evening, you know. I said I’d behave, didn’t I — ?

SAM WILSON: “Shouldn’t work? Give us some credit here.” Their relationship had been strained as of late, tense and full of anger. Sam’s hurt didn’t dissipate but Bucky was his friend. He cared for and respected the man. He could table his issues at a wedding for one night. “We were teammates first. I trusted her with my life. Still do. We had a lot of respect and that led to friendship. After that it just happened.” It was natural. Surprisingly natural, actually, in a way that not all of Sam’s relationships had been. “It works because we make it work. We talk, we listen. We have a good foundation.” Dark eyes landed on where Zemo and Yelena were surprisingly close to one another. “I don’t know which of you is worse. All that,” he gestured lightly. “That worth it to you? If it is, you learn how to make it work. Not that I’m the love expert. Carol and I have a few topics we’re avoiding right now.”

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex wasn’t entirely sure where his relationship with Betsy stood at the moment. There had maybe been a few chance encounters - but there had been many more evenings spent just talking, putting everything out on the table and having another human being there that you knew wasn’t going to judge you for it - but rather relate to you, and help you get through it. And he had never been more thankful for the presence of a woman than now. Well, one particular purple-haired woman. As apprehensive as Alex might have felt, he did trust Betsy. So he nodded, instead of speaking, knowing she would either see his affirmative gesture, or hear it telepathically handed to her.

BETSY BRADDOCK: Betsy appreciated her connection with Alex, as surprising as it was. Her relationships were all over the place with Warren being the most intense. They had loved each other even when Betsy wasn’t sure how to love herself. They hadn’t understood each other in the end. Then tragedy struck and they did but it still hadn’t worked out. Ever since reclaiming her body, Betsy had been more conservative. She didn’t make moves. She didn’t prowl. She hadn’t really done anything romantic and a part of her ached for it. For a while she had feared it was the insatiable part that was never satisfied but now she realized it was just the desperation for connection that everyone had. Nodding in acknowledgement of his consent, Betsy leaned forward so her lips could brush his cheek as her hand found his other cheek. It was just a small telepathic burst. She wouldn’t rewrite anything or overstep. It just shifted inhibitors slightly and dulled anxieties. When she dulled back she used her thumb to rub the slight lipstick imprint away. “Enjoy your evening, Alexander.”

LORNA DANE: “...I can’t say I blame you.” Lorna relented, sipping her own whisky. She saw Alex sitting close with Betsy and the thought of when they eloped entered her mind without welcome. “I guess I can’t talk. I have green hair. Do you think that means our kids will?” There was a horrible beat before Lorna attempted to recover the fumble. “I don’t actually want kids. It’s a hypothetical.”

YELENA BELOVA: Picking her drink up, Yelena finished it and blinked against the burn. “I prefer Russian. I just don’t like speaking it with you.” Her mother tongue felt comfortable and she didn’t want any sort of ease with Baron Zemo. “You did, but I said I don’t trust you. It’s not like there’s anyone else for me to go to.” The bitter partial truth. Definitely not James. Maybe Natalia, but she wasn’t interested in being judged. “So I’ll tolerate you and drink.”

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex hadn’t been prepared for the additional contact, and he was even less prepared for the hot spark of warmth that spread from his cheek and down onto his neck as Betsy’s lips came to gently rest against his skin for a brief moment. With that, as well, came her telepathic influence, and it was like all of the worry was suddenly drained from his body. As simply as pulling a plug, Betsy had freed Alex of all apprehension and reservations, and he felt — lighter almost. He was overwhelmingly thankful for her help, but that didn’t mean he now knew what to do next. So he leaned in toward Betsy himself, lips a few inches from her ear, “You think you’d be open to enjoying it with me?” the genuine but soft smile was evident in his voice.

BARON ZEMO: Zemo shrugged, brow furrowing in thought for a brief moment, “Meinetwegen. Es gibt sehr viel mehr Gesprächsmöglichkeiten, wenn wir dies wünschen. (Fair enough. There are a great many more avenues of conversation if we so choose.)” Returning to his once again, full drink, Zemo downed the glass in one fell swoop, “At the very least — am I allowed to enjoy myself?” He gestured vaguely upward, hinting at the music leaking from the speakers scattered around the banquet hall.

ROCKET RACCOON: Rocket chomped down on the stockpile of cheese he grabbed from the snack table, watching everyone around them as the Guardians sat at a table together. And then he spotted the Winter Soldier, and he rested his chin on his paw as he glanced down at Groot in the chair next to him. ”I am groot.” “I know, I know, Groot... Taking the guys metal arm in the middle of a wedding is highly inappropriate. But god do I want that arm. What’s he doin’ with it anyways?”

CAROL DANVERS: Carol snorted into her drink. "Did you just call him Bucket? You're going to give that man a complex beyond what he already has." She passed a glance over her shoulder, eyeing Clint and Bobbi. "Oh the ex-wife, not ex-wife? You sure you want to get in the middle of that, Jess?"

NATHAN SUMMERS: He smiled, barely showing his teeth. "I have plenty better, but you know how the saying goes. If i told ya, I'd have ta, well, you know."

CLINT BARTON: Clint scoffed into his drink. "Because I didn't need to look good to pull you. It's all in the personality."

SCOTT SUMMERS: "The wrap arounds I wore 24/7?" It did feel strange to even put that sentence in the past tense. "Maybe that's a good thing. I shouldn't just be known for the guy who could blast a hole through the roof if I'm not careful."

BUCKY BARNES: James didn't chance a glance over his shoulder. There was a possibility Yelena was ignorant to Zemo's part in Bucky's past -- there was a chance she wasn't. They weren't exactly talking anymore, at all. "Right." he swallowed, shaking whatever emotion he could out of his head. "Can't say I know what that's like. You think you know a person," he shrugged one shoulder. "And then they're sleeping with the enemy. Literally, unfortunately."

REMY LEBEAU: Remy's mismatched gaze slid over to her's suddenly, quickly smoothing over the hint of surprise in his eyes. He also almost choked around his drink, but he managed to cough twice and breathe again. "Well hypothetically, maybe." He cracked a lopsided smile. "Oh Lorna, do you wanna start a family? We can start tonight, if you'd like." it was easier to flirt than to take her seriously.

MANTIS: Mantis had arrived at the wedding, unsure of why she had been invited at all. After her invite, she had spent some time researching weddings on Terra. She had found out about all different types of weddings, but decided to focus on the American wedding traditions. She had learned what was acceptable to wear and what was not (she had avoided the colour white as to not offend the Bride), and had found herself a beautiful red suit-dress, paired with black heels (which so far she was not a fan of, she didn't understand how the women of Terra walked in them). She had sat with the other Guardians, and watched Rocket curiously as he devoured a plate of cheese. "He probably needs it because he is missing a human arm," Mantis said, taking Rocket's comment quite literally. "It is probably best if you do not take it. He looks strong."

ROCKET RACCOON : “I think I could take him if I wanted to.” Rocket scoffed, throwing back another cube of cheese as he continued to eye Bucky. “And I know he’s missin’ an arm, but he’d be fine. Did Quill ever tell you about the time we were all locked up and I made him steal a guy’s leg?” The raccoon let out a deep laugh as he slapped the table and shook his head, not even able to contain himself. The look on Quill’s face was so worth the extra hassle of adding that task on the list of stuff they needed to break out of there.

MANTIS: Mantis' eyes flickered between Rocket and Bucky, choosing not to reply with what she thought might happen if Rocket tried to take it. "No, he did not." She frowned slightly, not understanding what was so funny about the situation. "Do you not worry that he might miss his leg?" She asked, suddenly feeling very deeply for the man now without his leg. "Why did you make Quill steal it?" She knew the answer was probably for the humor Rocket felt by taking it, but asked anyways. "Did you need it?"

ROCKET RACCOON: “I mean, he was already missing his leg. I just had Quill take the replacement.” Rocket shrugged. What was the big deal if the guy didn’t have his prosthetic leg anymore? He wondered for a split second if maybe he shouldn’t be laughing, but ultimately he still found it hilarious. “Because I thought it’d be funny. And it was. I made him think I needed it.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: He scoffed at her, but accepted the kiss. “don’t think that.” he said. no part of him wanted to undermine the seriousness of her pregnancy or her birth—especially at the rate luna had grown—but she brought their daughter into the world, no blemish that had blossomed from her pregnancy or birth could ever change the way he saw her. pietro leaned forward, lowering his voice between the two of them. he carefully pushed a loose curl back into place, making sure to catch her gaze and not let her drown him out with her own thoughts. “you’re more beautiful to me than you’ve ever been. I find new reasons to love you every day, and i can assure you whatever blemishes you’re bothered with are included in that list.” When he was finished, he kissed her temple softly.

STEVE ROGERS: He supposed he should have thought about it before he said it, especially considering the company, but really he’d been too stuck on trying to digest the concept that he had yet to be able to consider actually picturing it. Steve sipped his champagne. “Sorry.” He murmured. “I just meant—“ He pointed over to Luna. “I mean we see a lot of bizarre things...talking trees..raccoons...kids from alternate realities. but same person, same reality — different time, two bodies?” steve shook his head and sipped his champagne again.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “Oh, I don’t think you need to apologize. It is weird, but I’m also talking to my 106 year old husband who spent a few decades on ice. It’s not just bodies and bullets anymore.” Still, green eyes watched the young Inhuman princess for a moment as she conversed with Pietro. “You talk to Wanda yet?” Nat’s hand came to rest over Steve’s briefly, public affection not normally her M.O.

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: Melting into his touch, Crystalia realized in that moment there wasn’t any way she could have been happier. “That’s not fair,” she sniffed. “You’re trying to make me cry.” They had glued heavy lashes to her eyelids but she could feel the early sign of tears prickling at her eyes. They had issues. Some were big, some were small. They ultimately didn’t matter. If they loved each other it would work, wouldn’t it? Crystalia was young and arrogant enough to believe it would if faced with a bullheaded determination. “We should have Wanda over soon. When we return.” She murmured, looking her husband in the eye. He loved the Witch and Crystalia loved him. It wasn’t much as far as wedding gifts went but it was a peace offering. “I hope you know you make me a better person.”

WANDA MAXIMOFF: There was a soft laugh as Wanda shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I think I may be one of the few people you don’t have to worry about in that regard. What I can do is... unconventional, you could say. Time and reality aren’t that far apart.” Taking a measured sip from her flute of water, a ring of scarlet lipstick formed a half moon on the rim of the glass. It felt good to stand there with her hair returned to its natural color and her accent back in place. They were pieces of herself she had hid to try and be someone else but where had it gotten her? On everyone’s shit list and all but blacklisted from her twins wedding. Her twin who wouldn’t even be there, if it wasn’t for her. “I can assist you, if you would like. Help you find why you’re here. I’ve been meaning to call Stephen anyway.” Strange, that was.

KATE BISHOP: Lip quirking to the side, Kate shrugged a bare shoulder. “He can be. He’s definitely nicer than when we started dating. Way less of a tool.” Which was saying something. Kate was grateful. She liked Julian. They tended to have a good time together when there wasn’t any petty shit getting in the way. The other dress in question was the one that she had planned to go with before Julian had bought the current one. It was a good brand but it was old -- like, pre disinherited old. It had taken all she had to squeeze her boobs in there and pray they didn’t pop out. Moving away from the fact that she was too poor to buy her own couture now, Kate brushed a dark curl off her shoulder. “If so, am I going to get in trouble for getting you shots? Your dad is cool, but is he that cool?” Kate paused, glancing down at Cassie. “Yeah? That good or bad?”

MONICA: RAMBEAU Her smile was small but genuine as Monica glanced down at the dress. It made her think of stars and that made her think of Maria and that was -- no. This was fun. Her first big event in a long time. Monica sipped her drink and made a mental note to order something stronger next round. “Conspiracy theorist in a van?” White flashed in a once again fleeting grin. “Y’know, I think I heard about that. Sounds like you live an exciting life. But not only is this an Inhuman wedding, you’re an Inhuman. These are your people, but only if you want them to be.” Monica had seen what went down between Daisy and Crystal at the meeting. She had been working with the Inhumans to placate them after Wanda and had achieved a flimsy level of success. “Oh, I just -- I never did this side of it. Flashy gowns and rubbing elbows with Avengers. My mom was... she knew what this life meant. We did our jobs but this wasn’t usually part of it.” She and Carol had maintained a somewhat awkward but cordial relationship. The blonde Avenger wasn’t the reason for Monica’s sudden discomfort.

JESSICA DREW: “Bucket in the barnes.” Jess nodded solemnly over her glass. It was fun to be out without the kid. Jessica wasn’t a new mom anymore. She was raising a full blown toddler in the middle of his terrible twos -- or was it threes?? It was around there. “I’ve been screwing my manny for years. Who am I to talk?” Jessica loved Roger. She had watched him grow so much as a person and Gerry loved him like a father. He probably thought he was his father, actually. “Clint’s cute. Yeah, it wasn’t awesome last time but I think I’d also tap Bobbi Morse so I can’t blame him.” Finishing her cup, Jess opted to grab some water. “Is Sam going home with you? Please say no. Mommy does not want to wake up with her hair being tugged on in the morning. I want your couch. Or your bed. We haven’t slept over in a while.”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: “--You’d have to die. Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Lana laughed. She rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, content to look at all the beautiful people in their beautiful gowns. “I don’t think I’d ever met an Inhuman before this. Other than Ms. Marvel and Crystal, that is. I kind of thought she’d be here Spider-man (that was Miles) and everyone but the only person I’ve seen is Julian.”

BOBBI MORSE: “Mhm, no. I don’t think that was it. You seemed more like a lost cause. Cute, kicked puppy kind of thing. And you had a good ass.” Bobbi chuckled as she looked down at the bar. “What are you drinking? Order another for yourself and one for me.”

EMMA FROST: “I’m partial to the 90′s aesthetics. Be grateful you have a face that can wear glasses and still look presentable. I don’t. Contacts saved my life.” There was a very slim margin of people who were allowed to know about the ugly duckling phase of Emma’s childhood. There were even fewer who had seen Emma in the glasses she still occasionally wore, but Scott had seen her at far worse than having four eyes.

SAM WILSON: Watching what could be a train wreck for a second, Sam rolled his shoulders back as Yelena appeared to pull back from the Baron with teeth bared. “Yeah, I’m not sure how much sleeping is happening. Not like that. They just look unhappy.” Not that Sam necessarily wanted to get involved. “Listen, Buck, I’m going to support you no matter which way you go here. No matter how helpful Zemo can be, I don’t like the guy. I don’t like the idea of him working with anyone, let alone people who are good at killing.”

LORNA DANE: In one quick chug Lorna tossed back the rest of her drink. The ice clattered against her teeth and briefly made her mouth ache. Her birth control was on her dresser with her other medication. Some IUD’s were never going to be an option. Her magnetism would likely negate or crush it, and she was too lazy to consider other types. “Pietro just had a bastard baby. I think the family quota is filled right now,” Besides, Lorna was scared of what her mind and powers would look like if her hormones went rogue. “But I’m always down for some practice.”

BETSY BRADDOCK: There was a beauty to what Betsy could do, something she forgot on occasion due to the invasive and violent nature she had focused on for years. It took a certain kind of person to stab others in the head with psychic knives for a living. As Alex visibly relaxed Betsy pulled back and folded her hands in her lap. Her own mind remained as full as before but she could manage. Their long and often personal talks had given Betsy what she considered a deeper understanding of Alex. Emma and Scott were nearby but Betsy doubted the blonde would say anything about telepathic interference. At least Betsy hadn’t mentally screwed a married Summer’s brother. “Your buzz should last through the night. It may also come with a slight headache. You give and you get.” A small price to pay considering how detrimental some mental influence can be. Then Alex’s face was near hers and Betsy’s cheeks heated ever so slightly, inside of her lip stinging where it was caught between her teeth. When she turned her head ever so slightly Alex was startling close and Betsy smiled in relief. “Are you sure you’re not the mind reader? I’d love nothing more.”

YELENA BELOVA: “Deutsche. Wie schön (German. How lovely).” Yelena rolled her eyes. “Do we do Mandarin next?” She asked in English. At his question her head cocked to the side to listen to the music that was battling with the general din and chatter. “If you wish to dance alone, of course.”

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: The last thing he ever imagined he’d do for anyone was make them a better person—but it did fill his heart with warmth to know he could finally introduce the other half of his soul to the family he’d built in her absence. “I would never intentionally make you cry.” he promised and kissed her cheek. “But thank you, I would love nothing more.” the only thing he could have been left to desire at this point. “is it too late to send them all home now and run away with you?” he teased.

STEVE ROGERS: “Oh I’m sure I’ll adjust, in the meantime if you smell smoke it’s just my brain cooking between my ears.” he muttered, then at her question, and her hand over his—he met her gaze. “Not today, why?”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: As it stood, Wanda was talking to the older version of their daughter. That was another situation entirely that she didn’t want to get into. Everything in their life was complicated. Why couldn’t they just enjoy their infant in peace? “Well, it’s still early on in the marriage.” She teased as she straightened up. Her dress was massive and tugging her downwards. In addition, Crystal had no idea how or if she’d be able to go to the bathroom. “I think it may be. Medusa and Black Bolt really did so much. I think they felt bad considering my parents are... Medusa’s trying.” Executed parents or not, her sister cared. “Do you have any idea where our baby is?”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “I also died in the year 2014.” Natasha tapped her nails against the table. “Careful, just don’t let that brain char.” The goal wasn’t to bring down the mood with her death. It was more a general comment. “While everyone played house in Westview I was stationed at the tents. We’re lucky the Inhumans didn’t follow through on their claims that it was an international attack.” Instead Wanda sat in the front row of a royal wedding. She was quiet for a moment as she listened to Sam and Bucky converse. “And here I thought weddings were more drinking and less strategizing. Must be a Russian thing.”

LUNA MAXIMOFF: “You make a good point,” Luna nodded, still super confused about the whole thing. She knew that she was in another time, but she didn’t know why. Or how. Or if she could potentially mess things up by saying the wrong thing. “You’d do that for me?” She smiled softly, appreciative of her aunt’s help. It wasn’t like they had an awful relationship in the future, but she wished she could have let herself get closer. Maybe now she could do that.

ALEX SUMMERS: Alex caught a quick glimpse of Betsy’s reaction to his proposal and couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the edges of his lips. The evening was slowly moving along, the lights were low, and the music was moving through the air, groups of wedding attendees in various degrees of drunkenness scattered across the dance floor. Alex extended a hand toward Betsy, swaying slightly with the rhythm, “Now that I’m feeling a bit more like myself, and a bit less like I might accidentally burn down the place - thanks to you - would you care to dance?”

CASSIE LANG: Cassie shrugged at Kate’s question, not quite sure of the answer herself. She knew her dad was cool, but she never really did stuff like this. It wasn’t ever something that interested her. But she was trying to go out of her comfort zone. Plus, she knew alcohol might help her be a little less anxious. “I don’t think he’ll know. I won’t get too crazy.” She promised, not wanting to get Kate in trouble or anything. “I don’t know, actually. I, uh... I sort of grew. Back at the Avenger’s Compound in the training facility. I think the Pym Particles worked.”

BARON ZEMO: “Only if it might keep you on your toes,” Zemo joked, giving Yelena a playful wink, knowing how much the gesture would annoy her. If anything, tonight was good for discovering a bit more about his sharp, blonde acquaintance - observing, learning - and maybe being a little camp in the meantime, “I have no problem with that, kleine Spinne (little spider). But whatever shall you do this evening? There’s no fun in hanging around moping all night,” he frowned, a big mocking semblance of a frown, before pumping his fist a few times to the beat of the song. “People may stare — are you comfortable with that?”

DAISY JOHNSON: “Yes, a conspiracy theorist who managed to hack into SHIELD’s servers.” And without anything past a high school education, at that. She’d dropped out her junior year, not really able to make herself focus. Undiagnosed ADHD was a bitch. “But it got me here, so that counts for something I guess.” She smiled faintly, but it faded as Monica mentioned being an Inhuman. Daisy really wanted it to be a part of her, a part of her identity.. but she was so not used to all of this and it was very new. And she didn’t tend to do well with new. “I do want them to be.” She said softly with a half smile as she glanced at Monica and nodded. “I just need to get over my pride, I guess. I’m just... this is all a lot.” As Monica spoke about her mother, Daisy stood quietly and listened, nodding her head along. It was clear that Maria meant a lot to Monica, and Daisy really admired that. It was nice to see such a great mother daughter bond. It was what Daisy had craved her whole life, really. “You okay, S.W.O.R.D?”

WANDA MAXIMOFF: That elicited a slight scoff. No one had been saying that to her recently for good reason. Still, she inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement. “We’re family, are we not? It’s the least I can do.” Reparations for making the infant Luna and her mother live with Ralph Bohner. Wanda still cringed at the thought. She did have a few questions though. “In some possibilities, well, I don’t want to overstep. Have you undergone Terragenesis yet?”

CINDY MOON: Cindy wasn’t super comfortable, but she was trying to put herself out there more. Weddings were definitely a huge social event, and the hero was most definitely not the social type as of late. Or more like as of the past seven years. But she was trying, and she was thankful that Peter agreed to hang out with her there, otherwise she’d be pacing around awkwardly. She took a sip from a flute filled with water and raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never been to a wedding. But something tells me they aren’t normally this fancy.”

BETSY BRADDOCK: He had a nice smile. Betsy hadn’t, in all honesty, ever paid much attention to Alex. He was Scott’s baby brother (they were only three years apart) but she was always busy with something life or death. Betsy had lived high octane on purpose. She numbed and deflected because it got her by. If she wore a nice dress it wasn’t in a light color with layers of swishing skirts. Warren had been charming. He’d push her to dance and she’d oblige because golden curls and that stupid Crest smile won her over. That was before Archangel, back before the clouds had permanently settled over the sky. “Dance?” The proposition was a surprise. Still, she found herself gathering her skirts enough to stand. “Three times you step on my feet and you’re out.” Taking her had, she pulled herself closer to him. “I’m getting the feeling it’s been far too long since you felt that way.”

LUNA MAXIMOFF: “Well it would mean a lot to me, so thank you. This has all been very... overwhelming, to say the least.” Luna’s head was constantly spinning nowadays, it felt like. At Wanda’s next question, the blonde nodded her head. “Yes, when I was six.” Her empathic powers were very much in full swing, and the buzz of everyone’s auras was definitely hard to keep her mind off of as she focused on Wanda. “Why? Would that have something to do with it?”

KATE BISHOP: Julian was taking too long. She huffed slightly before pasting on her best smile and signaling to the waiter that they needed two shots. Balancing them carefully, she held one out to Cassie while trying to keep the clear liquor from spilling. “Bottoms up.” At Cassie’s next words, however, Kate froze with the shot lifted partially to her lips and she dropped her arm. “You got... big. Wow. Are you okay? It didn’t hurt, did it?”

YELENA BELOVA: A sigh. She had chosen this. She picked the Thunderbolts and that lifestyle even though she knew it would put her at odds with Natalia and James. Yelena had made a wrong choice in bringing Zemo to the wedding but she now had no choice but to follow through with the evening. “I’ll be drinking.” Her voice was always raspy, even when lined with tension. She held up her new glass. “Prost (Cheers).” Downing it, Yelena watched him for another before tossing another back. It was now she felt the dull buzz in her head, the heaviness of limbs and slowing of thoughts. “That’s terrible dancing. You’re noble. You could not find anyone to teach you?”

PETER PARKER: Peter was perpetually sipping a Coke as Cindy addressed him. The glass was slowly emptying unfortunately - as drinks tended to do when you well, drank them - and Peter silently cursed himself for not requesting a larger glass from the bartender. There was no way he was making another trip over there, the man had immediately tried to turn him away upon approach ( clearly aware of Peter’s terrible case of baby-face syndrome ) and the teen who occasionally called himself Spider-Man was mortified. But, awkward interactions aside, at least he wasn’t alone. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree. This is kinda intimidating...”

CASSIE LANG: “Uh yeah.. really big. Like, I broke a few beams in the training room kind of big.” Cassie’s cheeks flushed as she looked down and rubbed the back of her neck. “I... don’t know? It didn’t last very long, but I did feel kinda lightheaded. It really freaked me out.” She was just glad she didn’t end up hurting anyone or anything, but still. The blonde paused before throwing back the shot, her face instantly twisting in regret as the sting of the liquor radiated down her throat and into her chest. She’d never taken too many shots before, so it was an adjustment. “I think I should tell my dad. I dunno. I don’t want to scare him... And Hope? Hope’s gonna be pissed..” The thought was a lot for Cassie, the idea of disappointing them.

CINDY MOON: Cindy took another sip of her water, unable to hide a snicker as she was reminded of his Coke. It was pretty hilarious, even if she wouldn’t really pass as old enough either. “This feels like something I’d watch on tv, not actually be at.” She laughed softly, rubbing the back of her neck anxiously. “I shouldn’t leave, right? I should stick it out?” She hadn’t really told Peter, but she’d been staying back at her bunker as of recent. It felt strange asking friends to couch surf, and she knew the access codes and everything. Plus there was no rent, which was good considering her job barely paid enough for her to afford to eat.

MONICA RAMBEAU: “Right. Conspiracy theorist who managed to hack into SHIELD’s servers.” Monica corrected herself. Identity was daunting. Monica had always known who she was --- even when her mother passed. Recent complications had rattled that and was consistently on edge as if the world was going to start refracting light again. Maybe it was fight or flight. Maybe she had to focus. Monica didn’t know and she didn’t do well when there was personal uncertainty. “Funny, considering the Inhumans are some of the most prideful people out there. Maybe it’s a genetic trait.” They were difficult to work with. They’d had hardships. Monica felt for them, she really did. That didn’t mean she liked having them be a pain in her ass. Nodding her hand, Monica lightly touched one of her thick corded curls to nudge it from her face. “All good, S.H.I.E.L.D. Just a little formal event rusty.”

ALEX SUMMERS: Three fingers flew up toward his temple and Alex nodded, mouth a thin line, “Scouts honor. Three strikes, I’m out.” Reaching for Betsy’s hand tentatively, Alex lead her out toward the dance floor, just as a lighter, less rhythmic song began to play. Out of habit, he fell into position, hands coming to rest on the small of Betsy’s back, as well as guiding her own to rest on his shoulders. “You know, now that you mention it. Yeah. That’s really not great for me,” an awkward chuckle, “— maybe I was too focused on everyone else’s well being, I forgot about my own.” Too real. Too real. Shit. Backpedal, you idiot. Swaying gently to the music, Alex realized just how true it was - this was the most normal he’d felt in weeks. But now wasn’t the time for this. “You — probably already knew that. Maybe we can save the follow up conversation for another time. Enjoy tonight for what it is.”

BARON ZEMO: Zemo observed the blonde’s heavy drinking with a raised brow, “I’m not going to have the pick you up off the floor before this is over, am I—?” He knew Yelena could handle her alcohol, but this was beginning to seem a bit excessive - was he really that terrible to spend an evening with? No matter, Yelena’s approval was not something he’d go eagerly searching for. Not when he had another woman that he knew deep down genuinely cared for him at one point or another. Silently wishing it had been Melissa to accompany him to the wedding, Zemo took the evening for what it was worth, just as a slower song began to play, “They don’t teach you to these faster, newer songs in classes. Do you care to waltz? I’ve been told I’m quite light on my feet.”

WANDA MAXIMOFF: “Everything is connected.” In a different setting Wanda would have held up a hand to let scarlet drip from her fingers. She’d show Luna some of what she learned about how the strings of reality got knotted. The last thing she wanted was to get jumped and distract Pietro, whose thoughts were a light pastel hum of happiness. “From what I can tell, it’s a point of contention. Still.” She rolled her shoulders back. “I have a cabin in Transia. Your father knows where it is.” Right at the base of Wundagore Mountain and far away from the limits of her parole. “We’ll have more privacy there.” It was one of the few places she’d openly take out the Darkhold. How funny, Wanda wasn’t allowed to see the infant Luna but was proposing taking the older one away. Pietro wouldn’t mind.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy smiled softly at Monica’s comment and laughed softly at it. It was kind of a crazy statement, but that was just Daisy’s life. “Then maybe I’ll fit right in. I can only hope, right? Because that meeting was a disaster.” She sighed, wishing she hadn’t gotten into it like that in front of everyone. It was definitely not the first impression she wanted to make meeting some of these people for the first time. The nickname made Daisy’s lips tug into another smile as she nodded. “Well that makes two of us, then. Glad to know I’m not alone in the uncomfortableness then.” Uncomfortableness? Was that even a word? Ugh.

PETER PARKER: “Yes, absolutely stick it out. When does another opportunity like this come by?” Peter replied resolutely, before finishing the rest of his Coke with a frown. “Although, if it’s cool with you, maybe we could find a table —- ?” he raised an eyebrow, “I know Gwen’s on her way in too. Band practice she couldn’t get out of, I think?” Catching sight of a free table, Peter scurried over toward it, hoping Cindy would catch on and follow. Pulling a seat out just as quickly, he sat, letting out a long, deep sigh, “What does one do at a wedding reception when you can’t get drunk—-?”

KATE BISHOP: Now definitely debating if she should ply Cassie with any more alcohol, Kate tossed her own shot back so she could free up her hand. She could have just set the whole thing down, but her mind was still processing the bombshell. “First of all, I’m just glad you’re okay. Thank you for telling me.” Would she have been pissed if Cassie had kept it a secret? Probably. She just wanted to look out for her friend. “And dads are tough. I’m not good in that area.” Considering the fact that her father was an amateur supervillain and what not. “But as far as dad’s go, you’ve got a really good one. He may concerned but he’d be destroyed if anything happened to you. As for Hope, well, I don’t know her that well but last I heard the Van Dyne’s / Pyms / whatever didn’t love people touching their stuff. But you’re not people! You’re Cassie and Hope’s known you since you were like seven. That should help.”

BETSY BRADDOCK: It was a threat made in vain. Her hand fit nicely into his as she followed him onto the dance floor where they became just another swaying couple. “I went to finishing school until I was fifteen. They made us learn to dance. Fold napkins as well. Ridiculous, isn’t it?” Still, she deferred to Alex’s lead. Fifteen was also when she had pissed her mother off and moved to the States to model, of all things. She’d ended up back home anyway, parents dead and life on a different track. Alex’s body was close to hers. His hand may as well have been burning on her back but his suit was cool under her palm. “There’s nothing wrong with prioritizing others, but one must also look out for themselves. Maybe that’s just my previous interests speaking up.” Some people were replaceable. It was easy to take them for granted. “Out of respect for you, I really do try to not pry in your mind but I hope you realize you don’t have to lie to me. You’re disarmingly earnest. It’s rather charming, actually.” Betsy tilted her head up slightly to catch his gaze. “Fair. Should I ask you about the weather? You look nice all cleaned up.”

YELENA BELOVA: “If we get to that point, you can just discard of me in the Hudson.” There was no way her dignity could handle everyone seeing her incapacitated and in need of Baron Zemo’s assistance. All of the people in the ballroom made the space feel clogged and hot even though the walls were open and overlooking the water. The bride could control the wind. It was all perfectly even, so it had to be Yelena who was on the fritz. What she needed was water but instead she took a step towards Zemo. “They trained us in ballet primarily. We waltzed but I always got scolded. I like to lead.” One more step and then another before Yelena was in front of the Baron. She had drank enough in heels to be steady on her feet but she hated how her head felt. “Einer. One.” As in, one dance.

MONICA RAMBEAU: “That meeting was doomed to fail.” Monica reasoned as she finally finished her drink off. “Bring a lot of big personalities into a room and make ‘em face each other? Never works out. That’s without factoring Walker in.” Daisy had good reason to be upset about her meeting with the Princess, but Monica was pretty sure most had forgotten or hadn’t noticed due to everything else going on. Daisy was, at least, good company. Monica was trying because she didn’t want her fellow agent to regret going with her, even if Monica wasn’t sure what kind of place she was in mentally. “Definitely not. There’s got to be like ten others here in the same boat as us.”

CINDY MOON: Cindy shrugged at Peter's question as she racked her brain for an answer, but there wasn't one. Because he was right, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity probably. She smiled softly at him and nodded. As he turned and walked towards the empty table, Cindy chuckled at the mention of band practice. Gwen always seemed so busy. "I don't know how she does it. I can barely manage an internship and that's all I'm doing besides the Silk stuff." It was all still pretty new to her, and she was pretty thankful that she had Peter to help her work through all of it. Gwen and Jessica too. As Cindy pulled out a seat and followed suit in sitting down, she shook her head at him. "Dance? Actually wait.. Forget I said that." Dancing was pretty out of her comfort zone. Hell, being out of her bunker at this point was out of her comfort zone.

CASSIE LANG: Cassie was so grateful to have a friend like Kate Bishop. Kate was always there for her, no matter what. Even if she was doing pretty dumb stuff, like stealing Pym Particles to try and give herself super powers. "You're the only one I've told, actually. And thank you, by the way. For not telling my dad." It was a conversation that Cassie really needed to have with him head on, so really appreciated Kate respecting that. "I know. And I don't feel like anything's going to happen to me? I hope not, at least." Pym Particles were unpredictable, and Nadia's warning was constantly going through her head. There are risks. Complications. You could.. Cassie didn't really want to know what the rest of Nadia's sentence was. But she knew that there were very real consequences. "Yeah no, they don't." That was what made her dad Ant-Man, actually. "I really hope you're right. I'll tell him tonight." Did she want to? Absolutely not. But her dad deserved to know what was going on. "Where did Julian go?"

LUNA MAXIMOFF: Luna nodded along with her aunt's words, genuinely curious as to what she meant by all of this. The Inhuman was in tune with emotions, not reality. It felt way out of her realm of understanding, but it was right up Wanda's alley. "My father believed it was my birthright." She spoke softly, her eyebrows furrowing at the memories of the time she was from as she shook her head slightly. It was hard to remember that she was currently at her parents' wedding, where there was an infant version of herself. If she thought about it too long, she was pretty sure her head would explode. She nodded at the mention of a cabin, it sounding vaguely familiar to her. And then she realized what her aunt was asking. "Would they be okay with that? My parents, I mean.."

DAISY JOHNSON: "Maybe there should have been a mediator or something." Daisy shrugged, finishing the rest of her drink as well as she swirled the leftover ice around in the glass. "Ugh, I almost forgot about Walker. Dude is the worst." There was just something about his megawatt smile that made Daisy want to knock a couple of his teeth out and dim it. It just felt so disingenuine, no matter how hard he tried to plaster it on at the first sight of conflict. "Oh, at least ten. Maybe even twenty." The Inhuman couldn't help but to smirk softly as she shrugged her shoulders again. Warmth spread throughout her chest as she took in the scene around them, unsure if it was the alcohol or because she was just glad to be in Monica's presence. Maybe a little bit of both. "Thank you for convincing me to come, by the way. I'm having a good time."

MANTIS: "I wonder how he gets around now, without his leg." Mantis replied, looking back out at the room, her eyes landing on Bucky again. "Like a prank?" She paused. "I suppose the look on Quill's face would have been worth it, he does make some very strange facial expressions." She took a sip of her drink, enjoying the fizz from the bubbles. "I still do not think it would be a good idea to take his arm, Rocket."

CAROL DANVERS: Carol arched a brow, sliding Jessica a look. "I didn't expect someone like Roger would be good in bed. He always seemed so--" she pursed her lips, waving her hand vaguely as if that communicated the descriptor. At the mention of Sam, Carol looked over her shoulder to where he and James were still chatting. Communicating. Doing whatever two idiots did. "Not sure. You can take the couch regardless."

NATHAN SUMMERS: "I'm sure I have. They're not too memorable." That wasn't true, but there was no reason to make the wedding seem more important than it was. "You know what might be weird? Scott and Jean might get married. Not those guys-" he indicated Scott who was with Emma, which he didn't miss or really take time to think about. "-but the ones from the past. The ones who should've gone back to the past. That's weird. The marrying."

CLINT BARTON: He did, handing her the dark, swirly bourbon. He had no real beef with Bobbi - they'd buried the hatchet a long time ago and now it was random bouts of sex and a whole lot of snapping insults at each other. "Think you can handle it? I can order you a vodka soda if you'd prefer something lighter."

SCOTT SUMMERS: "You say the sweetest things, Emma." The corner of Scott's mouth twitched. "Come on," he reached for her hand, entwining their fingers. "We should do something other than stand here. Maybe even congratulate the bride and groom. Maybe even apologize to the bride for getting stuck with Pietro."

BUCKY BARNES: James caught the implication - he didn't really disagree, but still: "Sometimes killing is the best option." Not for him anymore, not really. There had been times when he'd had to pull back from going too far, his body moving automatically to end a life before being wrangled in by his mind. It was a tough lifestyle to shake, especially when one was so good at it. "What we should do is bury Zemo 12 feet below ground. In Antartica. I'll even volunteer to do the digging."

REMY LEBEAU: Remy huffed a laugh, eyes catching Pietro and Crystalia in the crowd on their own accord. "Think they're happy? Or think they just got hitched because she wound up pregnant?" He couldn't tell. He didn't really care. He only saw Pietro when Lorna had to - and most of the times, he made himself scarce. Pietro and him were unfortunately too similar to be in a room together.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: Though he had already known the answer to the question well before he asked it, Pietro was still a little disappointed. So he busied himself with some of the food that had been brought around to their table. An abundance of inhuman dishes—plus sokovian potato dumplings that he’d asked to have put on as an appetizer. pietro’s gaze shifted to his sister as she spoke to the future version of his daughter...yes, leave it to wanda to find the loop hole. it was good crystalia was feeling generous toward her tonight or he might otherwise have a problem on his hands. she did have a point though—where was the baby? “isn’t luna with one of the—“ what the hell did she call them? “you know, a sitter.” he swore he’d seen the infant only but twenty minutes ago.

STEVE ROGERS: Steve didn’t particularly appear to react outside of the twitch of muscle in his jaw but the mention of her death had him busying himself with another sip of champagne...—actually, if he didn’t know any better he almost believed he was starting to feel something. Her second comment had his eyes drifting and steve’s brows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

WANDA MAXIMOFF: Lips flattening into a frown briefly, Wanda shook off a glimpse of what she had once seen. Earth-616, another reality hotspot much like their own. She was different there just like Pietro was. His marriage with Crystalia had come to a crashing halt and chunks of time passed where their daughter lived exclusively with her mother. Wanda’s heart ached for the version of her brother she didn’t know and his foolish decisions. Luna’s transformation had been disputed, but it was nice to see that here she was fine. What kind a sister spent time dwelling on her brothers divorce on his wedding day? “Your father believes many things, some good and some bad. Never ask for his preference in television.” Not that it mattered when he had always caved and gone with Wanda’s choice anyway. “But you don’t need to worry. My brother will have no issue. He’s always able to get a hold of me no matter how far apart we are.” Pietro’s heart beat above her own. Wanda had brought her brother back and their connection was a constant whisper in her mind. “As for your mother...” Wanda pursed her lips. “Crystalia has reason to hate me. I hurt her. I hurt you as well. But I’m a mother myself, even if my boys aren’t here at the moment. I can’t blame her. Part of her ends with you. All I can do right now is respect her healing and space, even if it means I don’t get to see your younger self. Maybe there’s more leeway with you.”

MONICA RAMBEAU: “I have a feeling that poor soul would have been trampled. I knew Barnes and Wilson had some issues as of late, but I didn’t think they’d take to airing out their dirty laundry publicly.” Feet aching, Monica carefully lifted herself onto a barstool and adjusted her skirt underneath her. “I’ve seen a hundred Walker’s, most of them smarmy cadets. I didn’t go to West Point, obviously, but I know his type.” Full of bullshit. Confident and self-assured, coasting on their privilege. It was enough to make her roll her eyes as she leaned forward and smiled at the bartender. “One Negroni. You want another, Johnson?” The night was fun and laidback. At some point Monica would have to thank the Queen and King for the invite before taking the slight buzz she’d probably acquire back to the apartment she’d moved into. The hotel by Westview had only been temporary and the Rambeau property still sat empty, all the way back to Louisiana and too far from the action for Monica to reside in. Glancing over at the other woman, Monica’s head bobbed. “Of course. Figured it would be good for both of us. It’s been a weird few months. I had to remind myself that breaks are healthy. And who doesn’t love Inhuman finger food? You ever been to New Attilan before?”

JESSICA DREW: “He’s a very gentle lover.” Jessica divulged. He was also a massive human, all large hands and arms that could very easily envelope you. Jessica loved him. She loved the coarse sweaters he wore and the way he managed to be so gentle with her son. He had made her feel more normal than anyone else ever had, and that had meant the world to Jessica with all her baggage and bullshit. She just didn’t know if she was good for him, and that’s why things had shifted as of late. Peering over Carol’s shoulder on what had to be a far more obvious show of attempted eavesdropping, Jess shrugged. “No, I’m changing my mind. You’re going to help me take my necklace off because I keep snapping the chain and I’ll take the eighty million bobby pins out of your hair -- which looks phenomenal, by the way. Anyway, we’re then going to grab the onesies I bought us ( Cap for Carol and Hulk for Jess ) that you better have not thrown away. I’m going to pass out in your bed and if you want to drag me to your horrible couch that’s on you. And somewhere along the way one of us is going to text Roger so he doesn’t worry.”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Nate had a big family. Lana had none. Sometimes she felt a little bitter but she tried really hard not to. “I feel like that makes sense. I mean, they’re married now. Aren’t the little ones, like, your age? Idk what’s a good age to get married. They seem young.”

BOBBI MORSE: Mixing alcohol usually didn’t do wonders for people, but Bobbi felt like living on the edge. Her body was still jacked up from what Fury had done back on Earth-616 but she didn’t want to talk about it. She took a lot of the blame in her relationship with Clint failing but rightfully so. Sorry I got kidnapped, had a hot and heavy moment with my captor and then let him die was hard to unpack in marriage counseling. “Do you not remember Beirut? Or Atlantic City? I’ve been drinking you under the table since the day I met you. Just make sure you’ll be able to stumble home tonight.”

EMMA FROST: “No, no, darling. If you wanted sweet you’d be with your wife.” Emma flashed a wolves smile under white painted lips as she took Scott’s hand and carefully stood. Her dress was stiff, the diamond and mesh leaving little to the imagination. She huffed slightly. “I don’t want to talk the Magneto spawn. I’ve learned to tolerate his father and feel like that should suffice.” Emma shot the bride and groom a look. “The bride is no walk in the park either.” She had little love lost for the Inhumans. “Do you think this means we’re expected to herald in age of mutant and Inhuman unity?”

SAM WILSON: “Killing Zemo in particular isn’t.” Sam disagreed with the statement as a whole but it seemed easier to focus on this one part. Outside of their fight, he and Bucky had a surprisingly healthy relationship. Sam’s work with PTSD in veterans helped him understand outside of his own problems what his friend was dealing with. “You better do the digging with that metal arm, tin man. But I don’t know. If he’s getting tangled up in something official the last thing we need is some heavy hitters coming after us in addition to Walker.” And Sam didn’t even have his shield anymore.

LORNA DANE: It had only taken Lorna a second to get distracted and she was staring at a metal try a server was holding. He looked confused as to why it was seemingly rattling by itself. She blinked once and refocused on Remy. “--uh, I think they like each other? I’m not sure if Pietro’s the type to marry someone just because he knocked her up.” They could always do the whole out of wedlock thing that their father seemed to prefer. “I heard,” Lorna dropped her voice and leaned closer. “He took her virginity and they had a baby, like, immediately after. Luna’s cute, though. I like her. It’s nice to know I don’t hate all children.”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: Ever since Westview, Crystal had panicked if she didn’t know where Luna was. It had taken a week and a half before the infant was allowed out of her sight for more than thirty minutes and she had been reluctant to return to duty and leave the baby at the palace. “The wet nurse.” Crystalia corrected him, although she had always been uncomfortable with how much time Luna spent with various nannies and attendants. What if she liked them more? Felt safer when they were around? “Here,” The Inhuman gestured for an attendant and took the glass from his hand. “I requested the vault for this. Try it.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “Hey, fellas,” Natasha’s hand slipped from Steve’s as she leaned forwards towards where Sam and Bucky were conversing. “Horrible table talk for a wedding.” Especially when the person they were talking about was in the room dancing with her sister. Natasha acted blasé but it bothered her more than she let on. *That* was what she had meant in her comment to Steve. Bucky and Sam chatting away. “I need a drink.” Pulling her chair back, Natasha climbed to her feet. “Come with me, James?”

LUNA MAXIMOFF: Luna trusted Wanda’s word, even if she was a little hesitant. But then again, why should she be too concerned about what these versions of her parents wanted her to do? They were technically from a whole other time. Things were different here, that was for sure. It was almost nice to see them together again, even if it was bittersweet for the young Maximoff. “I trust you.” She nodded, taking another sip from her water as her eyes drifted around the swirling colors in the room from everyone’s auras. “They’re happier here.” She pointed out, a slight frown tugging at her lips as she shook her head. “It’s weird, seeing everything so different. I haven’t decided if I like it or not.”

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy snorted at the thought, knowing deep down that Monica was right about that. It didn’t seem like there was anything that could have really made that meeting go any smoother. It was a train wreck from the start practically. “Me neither. It got kinda tense for a minute there.” James storming out was more than kinda tense, but still. Daisy followed suit with Monica as she sat down next to her on a barstool and let her feet dangle in the air, thankful to alleviate the pressure that the straps were causing by digging into her feet. “I’m sure West Point is a breeding ground for them. Where did you go, if you don’t mind me asking?” As Monica asked if she wanted another drink, she returned the smile and nodded as the bartender started to make the drinks. “It has, hasn’t it? Breaking into a television show to rescue a town of people was definitely not on my list of things I thought I’d ever do in my life. I’m glad things worked out, though.” All things considered, at least. “Right? I feel like I’ve already eaten my weight.” A soft chuckle escaped Daisy’s throat as the bartender slid the drinks in front of them, and she took a long sip before swallowing and shaking her head. “No, this is my first time. My mom ran a small commune of Inhumans in Nepal, but until I came to help out with Westview I never became acquainted with the royals.”

NATHAN SUMMERS: He shrugged. "Yeah, but that's not really what I mean. I mean time travel isn't a novel concept to me, but possibly crashing my dad's bachelor party sounds creepy as hell to me."

CLINT BARTON: "Awh baby, didn't know you cared for me like that." he said around the bourbon, voice sticky in his throat. "Don't worry, I always manage to find a bed to sleep in."

SCOTT SUMMERS: Scott huffed a laugh, eyebrows darting up in mild surprise. "Because of Pietro Maximoff? We'd need to offer up someone more important to seal a deal like that." It wasn't in his natural repertoire to talk ill of the bridal party, but Scott never cared for either the bride nor the groom. He had little respect for the groom in particular. "Still doesn't mean we shouldn't be polite. We are enjoying the festivities." or, at least, some of them were. Scott still hadn't drank past the first glass.

REMY LEBEAU: "So all that monarchy shit your family pulls really is jus' for show?" Remy said as he swallowed the dredges of his drink and stood to get another one. "Personally, I'd run if t'at happened to me. Maybe he feels guilty." he shrugged one shoulder and held a hand out towards her. "I'm gettin' another drink." he said as if it weren't obvious.

BUCKY BARNES: "You don't have to be a voice of reason, you know. You can take off that suit of patriotic superiority and get your hands dirty." James wasn't vying for a fight, nor was he trying to direct his anger towards Sam. Still, the frustration bled through. "Let them come." he scrubbed at his eyes, clocking Natasha's movements just before. He wanted to decline, wanted to tell her to go babysit someone else, but instead he was standing, muttering something about needing a drink anyway. "If you're trying to talk, I'm really not trying to listen."

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Straw slurping at the bottom of her drink, Lana finally relented to the shitty voice in her ear that advised she’d need something stronger to make it through. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Nate. She did. She liked being his date but the evening was bogged down for some reason. She quietly put her request in to make her Shirley Temple dirty and took the cup from the waiter a few minutes later. “Do you ever think about bailing?” She blurted, a bit surprised at the question. “I mean, we all love you being here but don’t you get restless?” If Lana could time travel she’d just slip through the cracks.

BOBBI MORSE: “I think I’ve spent a decent amount of my life caring for you. I’d feel guilty if you ended up dead in a ditch.” Bobbi snorted into her drink. “Yeah? Got one booked for tonight?”

LORNA DANE: “Oh, no,” Lorna shook her head and a few green waves came close. “I think my father actually believes he’s forming a monarchy. Between the two of us, I don’t think I have it in me to live up to that.” Not that Lorna was really sure she wanted to. Her time at X-Factor had led her to question what exactly it was she was known for, if anything. “Maybe. I didn’t think Pietro felt guilt. Guys been dead for a while though.” Taking his hand, Lorna held up her empty cup. “Make it a double. I think we’ve become the boring old adults.”

CAROL DANVERS: Carol laughed, never really intending to put up a fight even if that meant trying to convince Sam to sleep on the couch. "So what you're saying is you don't want to get incredibly drunk and fall into bed with someone handsome? Even if it is Roger?" she smiled. "I thought the whole point of weddings was to make you horny for love."

JULIAN KELLER: "He was hoping you would've gone away by now." Julian said, even though he was carrying three drinks balanced in the palm of one hand. "Are you even old enough to drink?" it wasn't a question he cared for her to answer as he held out a glass to Cassie anyway and then turned his attention back to Kate. It was a night and day difference, his gaze softening as it found hers. "Did you know the alcohol they're serving here isn't made for people like us? You know what that means?" he held the drink out for her, a tug at the corners of his lips.

SAM WILSON: “I’m hoping you’re not trying to pick a fight with me right now, man. Ain’t no one here being superior. You and I operate different, always have. If you want to go out there and hurt your progress, that’s on you.” Just a lil’ reverse psychology tough love. He reclined back in his chair and picked up his whiskey ginger, saluting him with it. “I gotta pick the weeds out of my own yard first.” Then James was gone and Sam sent Steve a smile. “What do they have you drinking?”

NATHAN SUMMERS: Nate watched as another drink was set in front of Lana and he stirred at his own with his straw. "You know I don't care if you get trashed, right? I'll take care of ya." He smiled as he leaned back in his chair, the legs kicking up as he tilted back. "All the time. But I like it here. There are reasons to stay, you know?"

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Smiling demurely as swaying hips led her to the bar, Natasha held up two fingers to the bartender before turning to lean back against the wood. “Careful, you’ll hurt my feelings.” A light mock if nothing more. This move hadn’t come only from a need to quench her thirst with something stronger than champagne. From this vantage she had a better view of her sister. Natasha knew Yelena. She knew how to notice when the straight line of her spine started to curve. There had been times when she’d pull the other Widow home from the pulsing lights and music from a Moscow club to avoid a sharpened heel ending up in the eye of a man who got too handsy. “It’s not easy to care about people, is it?”

CLINT BARTON: Clint's eyes skated over the crowd and he shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. Why, would you be jealous?”

REMY LEBEAU: Remy scrunched his nose up at that, taking her cup and cradling it with his own. "Borin'? Name one thing in our lives that is boring." he scoffed, making his way through the crowd back to the bar. "Say we're borin' again and next time we go to a weddin' I'm making you wear vibrating panties."

KATE BISHOP: The last thing Kate wanted to be was jealous but she cared about her friend, and by extension, worried about her. She also didn’t want to have to face everyone when something went really wrong. “Yeah, sure, but please, Cass. Be careful. This science stuff is serious.” She exhaled in relief when Cassie said she’d talk to Scott. “Thank you,” Kate gave Julian a half smile. “She’s close enough. Be nice.” Taking her drink, Kate sniffed it before shrugging and swallowing a mouthful. “I’m a human. You’re a mutant. What do you mean like us?”

BOBBI MORSE: “I don’t do jealous.” Bobbi buzzed her lips. “I do bored though. Showing up to weddings stag usually leads to some hijnx but so far all I’m getting is a weird buzz from whatever this is. I don’t think it’s bourbon.”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Taking a drink from her new drink, Lana tried to play off the slight burn that made her eyes water. “I definitely not trying to get trashed or judged by the Inhumans. Almost off of @#$@# parole, remember?” Still, she took another sip and was grateful to find it burned less. “Yeah? Name three.”

BUCKY BARNES: James stepped off just to the side of her, leaning his weight onto his forearms and looking across the bar at nothing. When had he given anyone any indication he wanted to talk? "Who says I care about anyone?" He said lamely, fingers twisting in his gloves. "And I was never looking for easy, Nat. You know that."

EMMA FROST: “Erik’s name carries weight. It extends to his children. The Council is happy with the union. They hope it turns over a leaf. I, personally, hope it means we have to sit through less bitching.” Emma lithely shrugged a shoulder. She had just finished her glass and sat it down the table, quickly checking to ensure there weren’t any chips in the meticulously applied coats of white paint on her nails. “If you want to be social, by all means, darling. Don’t allow me to hold you back. I personally enjoy drinking expensive alcohol and judging people.”

CLINT BARTON: Clint hummed, looking down into the glass. "Couldn't tell you. Last time I got this close to bourbon I think I was nine." he swallowed it anyway. "Tastes fine to me. A little heavy, I guess."

NATHAN SUMMERS: "What are the Inhumans going to do? Besides, I've got you." Nate tipped a little further back, having to use the toe of his boot against the lip of the table to keep from tumbling all the way over. "The food, for starters. Global warming hasn't completely eradicated fresh crops yet." he pursed his lips in thought. "Plumbing. The future has it. Not the past. But like I said, food." he hummed. "Also, you know, my whole family is here." he could've slipped in that Lana played a part in it too, but he didn't know if that would spook her.

BOBBI: MORSE For what must have been the hundredth time, Bobbi chuckled. She’d always appreciated that about Clint. “Poor circus freak.” Still unsure about the alcohol, Bobbi swallowed a large gulp. “At least it tastes good. Expensive.”

REMY LEBEAU: Remy scrunched his nose up at that, taking her cup and cradling it with his own. "Borin'? Name one thing in our lives that is boring." he scoffed, making his way through the crowd back to the bar. "Say we're borin' again and next time we go to a weddin' I'm making you wear vibrating panties."

SCOTT SUMMERS: Scott clicked his tongue at that. "Maybe. Hopefully. It's still not the best union we could've asked for." he shrugged. "Expensive Inhuman alcohol? Do you expect to be carried out of here, Emma?"

LORNA DANE: “You used to punch people at fancy events. Now that was exciting. Lorna was at a place in her life where she was just looking forward to going home and sliding out of her dress. Home was the Boneyard, but that would change when -- Lorna had to tell him. Her own indecision was no reason to keep Remy in the dark about her life. She opened her mouth to break the news when her jaw dropped instead. “Fine, but you’re in nipple clamps.”

CLINT BARTON: As he finished his drink, he ordered another round. One for her too. "What's the worst that could happen? We get a little drunk. Not like it hasn't before." But as he drank his next glass, Clint was really starting to feel it.

JESSICA DREW: “I’ve been sleeping with Clint.” Jessica admitted, unsure of if she had told her friend. They were always so goddamn busy.”And he’s drinking with his ex wife. I’m sure Roger would have no complaints if I crawled into bed with him, but -- wow. I’ve had like two and I’m drunker than when we went to Cabo.” It had been for business but Jess had made sure to hit the resort bar before they had to fly home.

EMMA FROST: Emma sighed. “I’ve been carried out of multiple functions by you recently. When we fought Osborn, the funeral, when Kate broke my nose. I don’t think I look very pretty incapacitated.”

KATE: BISHOP Following his lead, Kate tossed back her drink. “Her dad’s here. Ant Man. Have you met Scott?” There wasn’t anything wrong with coming to a party with your dad. Had her dad been anything but he was Kate wouldn’t have objected to his presence. “Looks like it’s my turn then.” She offered before sliding past a rather tall Inhuman to get to the bar. The three glasses were balanced carefully, a result of her training. “So, basically, they’re trying to kill their guests. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

LANA BAUMGARTNER: That was... fair. Lana finished her cup and shivered from a sudden chill. “These are all very valid reasons. You’ve got me there.” The little part of her that hoped he would take the bait and list her as a reason clattered to a halt and Lana stared down at her melting ice for a moment. “Well, your family’s pretty great. A little confusing, but you’re lucky to have them.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Natasha just laughed at his question. “It’s not always a thing you have to say.” Craning her neck from one side to the other, she tried and failed to unwind some of the tension that was cording her back. “It doesn’t exist anyway. Some people just like to make it even harder than it has to be.” Turning to study his profile and tear her eyes away from the dance floor, Natasha’s brows furrowed. “She’s different than us. You have your baggage, your shit. We all do. But somewhere along the way with fake family and deaths I forgot how to talk to her.” And for that Natasha felt shame.

BOBBI MORSE: “--This is definitely not bourbon.” Bobbi coughed as she finished her glass. The venue was beginning to get a soft haze that made all the lights glow a little bit more gently than before. Clint was right. They’d been all levels of sloppy before. “I’mma need to sit.” She muttered.

WANDA: I trust you. Only three words but it meant a lot for Wanda to hear. Her smile was genuine as she looked down at her niece. “People usually are at the start of their stories. They just fell in love. Just met, actually. Pietro was dead for a long time.” Not that she needed to be reminded. At least their happiness was genuine and not a byproduct of Westview. “I like it more than what I’ve seen otherwise. It’s been dark here after Thanos.” And Wanda had contributed to that darkness, hadn’t she?

CASSIE LANG: Cassie was a little taken aback by Julian’s comment, but she laughed awkwardly in an attempt to brush it off as she slowly took the glass and raised an eyebrow. The shot was already kicking in, and she knew that drinking was probably not the best idea, but she wanted to have fun. She never did stuff like this. “Does that matter?” She quipped back, surprised at her ability to stand up for herself as she threw back some of whatever was in the glass. It tasted awful, and now she was remembering why she didn’t really drink. She watched Julian finish his off, and drank some more of her own, more warmth spreading down her throat and radiating through her chest. Her bearings already felt pretty wonky, but it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. “Yeah, my dads here.” She blurted out, a few seconds later than Kate stated it and definitely way later than Julian had asked. Although something told her he didn’t really care if she had a ride home. She finished off her glass, and before she knew it Kate had already returned with a new one. As she took a sip, she realized this one didn’t taste quite as bad. It didn’t really taste like much at all, actually.

LUNA MAXIMOFF: “Don’t get me wrong, its nice to see.. But I guess it’s just bittersweet. They’re definitely not the parents that I know.” Happier seemed to be the best way to describe it. “I guess there could technically be worse. Or well, is worse.” The blonde corrected herself at the end as she raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF: Ah, yes— the wet nurse. To him it was just another head to keep track of when he wanted to find his daughter. “That’s the one—“ his sentence trailed, attention briefly drifting to her hand as she took his glass and replaced it with something else. A fizzy drink that was largely clear but held a twinge of pink to it. He surveyed it briefly before taking a sip. It’s flavor danced across his tongue— bright and bubbly, yet not too sweet or dry. It stood in the smooth, clean middle. an impressed hum ebbed from his chest “what is this?” he asked.

MONICA RAMBEAU: S.W.O.R.D. handled large threats but managed to stay more separate from the Avengers --- until now. They kept their eyes to the sky and let the superheroes with pissing matches sort themselves out. Now it felt like Monica was so tangled up in it she wouldn’t ever be able to cut herself free. Especially if she had powers of some sort. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em apparently. “Air Force Academy.” Monica smiled. “My mom didn’t want me to follow in her exact footsteps but I always wanted to fly.” The world looked impossibly small from up above. She hadn’t had a chance to go up recently but she needed to in order to decompress. “Try living in that television show with a full ‘fro.” It had taken a minute to get her curls back. “Nepal, wow. Were they as...” she jutted her chin at the crowd. “As the royal family?”

REMY LEBEAU: "That happened one time. Years ago." Remy dismissed, sliding his gaze over. "Sold."

CAROL DANVERS: "Yeah, that one didn't slip by me." Carol quirked a half smile that almost immediately faded. "Not ex wife. At least not officially." she said it for reality purposes and nothing else. She looked down into the dark color of her drink. "Yeah, I'm feeling it pretty fast too. I almost want to tell Sam I love him." if she hiccuped a little at the end, no she didn't.

WANDA MAXIMOFF: Wanda wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “For a long time, Pietro was my entire world.” He still was, but it was different. They had opened the doors for others to slip in. “All I ever wanted was to see him happy. I stood in the way of that for a moment, but I’ll do everything I can now to keep that happiness in place. The world you know may not necessarily be the one that has to come to be. But Luna, please don’t tell your parents this. They don’t need to know. It just makes things complicated.”

SCOTT SUMMERS: Scott laughed behind a smile. "There's no instance where you're not pretty, Emma. Gorgeous even. You know that."

LORNA DANE: “I’m honestly still surprised Alex is even willing to come these things if he knows you’re there. I’m grateful we skipped the big wedding thing and eloped without telling my dad.” That was just the Inhuman liquor talking.

JULIAN KELLER: Julian did care, just a little. Especially if he was partly responsible. "You'll probably want to stay clear then." he said, but in this case, he really didn't care. If she got caught by daddy dearest and he didn't approve, that wasn't Julian's problem. "So are we babysitting for the rest of the night?"

NATHAN SUMMERS: Nate reached across the table, fingers tentative as they ran circles over her skin. "I have a forth, fifth, and sixth reason." he said with a smile, picking up on the subtle way her eyes studied the glass.

CLINT BARTON: Clint held his arm out for her to take, stumbling a bit on wobbly feet. "You're not kidding." he downed the rest of his and lead her to the first pair of empty chairs he could find. "Careful. Don't trip."

JESSICA DREW: “Was it when I started smelling like pizza and dog?” Jessica’s nose scrunched up. “--uh, huh. Cool. Thank you for the reminder. His current wife with the great rack.” Jess had nice hair. Bobbi did too, but it was something. “Wait, wait. Do you love Sam? Why haven’t you said it yet?”

REMY LEBEAU: Remy coughed right into his drink, searing the back of his nose. "Sorry." he cleared his throat, setting the glass down. For someone with such a high alcohol tolerance, his vision was swimming a little ahead of schedule. So maybe he just hadn't heard her right. "That's not funny."

EMMA FROST: The blonde laughed. “Oh, how you stroke my ego. That’s why you liked me originally. wasn’t it? I was pretty and you couldn’t have me.” Forbidden fruit and what not. “I think I’ve had enough to drink that I’m willing to allow you to accompany me to the palace. Perhaps I’ll show you my yearbook photo.” It was all glasses, braces and awkwardness. “Come along, darling.”

CAROL DANVERS: Carol's gaze went a little slant as she realized what she'd said. "I need to stop drinking." she set the drink down and pushed off the bar, the room spinning as she straightened. "I'm just drunk Jess. I didn't mean it. I don't know. Maybe I do. I could never tell him though."

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Head full of cotton, Lana rested her cheek on her palm and watched where Cable’s metal arm touched her bare skin. The drink made her drowsy if anything. “Yeah? Hit me.”

BOBBI MORSE: “You roofie me?” Bobbi maneuvered herself into a chair despite her tight dress. “I’m not long for this world.”

JESSICA DREW: All but beaming, Jess hip checked her friend. “Look at you. Looks like you’re just drunk enough. Why can’t you tell him? He’d be crazy not to love you back.”

LORNA DANE: Finding another drink, Lorna tossed it back to buy herself a minute. “I wasn’t actually kidding.” She exhaled quickly. “I feel like I told you that.”

BUCKY: BARNES "I've noticed." he still wasn't looking in Yelena's direction or Nat's. "We got close to...something. Before Westview. There was something. Any communication after has been exclusively in Russian. I think she wants to be left alone."

CLINT BARTON: "Let me take you home." Clint offered. "Not like that. Unless you want it like that. But not like that."

CAROL DANVERS: Carol scowled at her. "He doesn't." she said firmly. "I just know. He just. He doesn't, okay?"

REMY LEBEAU: Remy just eyed her, trying to keep his face impassive but he knew he was failing. "Lorna, are you married?"

BOBBI: MORSE Brow arching, Bobbi thought for a second. “Fine. We’ll call a cab and see how long you can keep your hands off me. Maybe we can place a bet.” Pulling out her phone, Bobbi promptly called an Uber.

CLINT BARTON: "I'll take that bet." he waited for the Uber to arrive before he offered his hand. "$50 on ten minutes?"

DAISY JOHNSON: “Why didn’t she?” Daisy asked curiously, her words starting to slur together slightly as she tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She understood wanting to keep your kid out of danger, but there was nothing cooler than being able to fly. Daisy always loved flying the Zephr when she got the chance (which was maybe twice). She rolled her eyes at the afro comment and grimaced. “God, don’t remind me. I’m glad I didn’t get sucked into there. What do you even think my caricature would’ve been?” As the conversation shifted to Afterlife, Daisy’s smile slightly faded as she was reminded of her mother. No matter how much time had passed, she was always going to vividly remember that day that her mother’s touch attempted (and almost succeeded) to suck the life out of her. “Not really. It kind of reminded me more of a hippie commune. At first, anyways. But then my mom kind of went all anti-human and it went downhill from there. She killed a SHIELD official and then ended up trying to kill me.” She blurted out, her eyes widening when she realized she’d said that last part out loud. The alcohol was a lot stronger than she thought it’d be, and clearly she was feeling it. “I’m sorry, I’m- I’m drunk. I’m not trying to dump.. trauma on you, or whatever. Just kinda came out.”“Why didn’t she?” Daisy asked curiously, her words starting to slur together slightly as she tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She understood wanting to keep your kid out of danger, but there was nothing cooler than being able to fly. Daisy always loved flying the Zephyr when she got the chance (which was maybe twice). She rolled her eyes at the afro comment and grimaced. “God, don’t remind me. I’m glad I didn’t get sucked into there. What do you even think my caricature would’ve been?” As the conversation shifted to Afterlife, Daisy’s smile slightly faded as she was reminded of her mother. No matter how much time had passed, she was always going to vividly remember that day that her mother’s touch attempted (and almost succeeded) to suck the life out of her. “Not really. It kind of reminded me more of a hippie commune. At first, anyways. But then my mom kind of went all anti-human and it went downhill from there. She killed a SHIELD official and then ended up trying to kill me.” She blurted out, her eyes widening when she realized she’d said that last part out loud. The alcohol was a lot stronger than she thought it’d be, and clearly she was feeling it. “I’m sorry, I’m- I’m drunk. I’m not trying to dump.. trauma on you, or whatever. Just kinda came out.”

BOBBI: MORSE “You got it, babe.” Bobbi grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door.

LORNA DANE: “I’m not not married?” Lorna frowned. “I don’t know. Don’t those things go away if you do’t follow up or just ignore them? Alex and I haven’t been together in forever.”

NATHAN SUMMERS: He could see the glassy way the alcohol affected her, so Nate kept to featherlight touches just to let her know he was there. "Well there's this one loudmouthed girl I know. She's really stubborn and really fiery. It's kinda hot, actually."

REMY LEBEAU: Remy blinked slowly, processing the question. "I have one ex wife and an ex fiance. No. They don't just go away."

NATASHA romanoff: Crossing her arms over her chest, Nat heaved out a small sigh. “маленькая сучка (little bitch).” She said in regards to her sister. “I shouldn’t speak for her but I hate watching people be stupid. Honestly, the Russian doesn’t surprise me.” Yelena had always preferred it. Natasha was debating if should defend her sister who was clearly trying to ruin her own life when the sound of hand hitting face rang out. While Yelena and Zemo had been close a moment before he was now recoiling backwards and her sister looked close to lunging again. “Shit.”

CASSIE lang: “It’s *fine.” Cassie insisted, rolling her eyes as she finished off the glass Kate handed to her and shrugged. “I don’t know why everyone feels the need to babysit me constantly.” The feeling was most of the reason she’d started messing with Pym Particles in the first place. She was sick of feeling helpless and left out.

LORNA DANE: “Then yes, I’m married.” Lorna shrugged a shoulder, trying to casual. “For a while, I guess. To Alex. It hasn’t meant anything in a long time though. Look at him and Betsy canoodling over there. He’s clearly moved on.” Mostly, at least.

KATE BISHOP: “Because you’re cute and little.” And Kate had done this way more. Patting her head slightly, Kate glanced over her friend to Julian. “Time for a me and you shot?” Which realistically needed to be the last. The alcohol was *strong*.

BUCKY BARNES: James reared back, attention snapping towards the sound. "Jesus christ." he muttered, immediately moving across the bar to reach Yelena and Zemo. Both hands came down on her biceps and he yanked her back, grip strong and unyielding. The pitted feeling in his stomach had dissipated at the sudden act of violence and his blood was pumping a little harder as he eyed Zemo, daring him to respond.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Natasha was right behind James, sliding between where he was restraining Yelena and the Baron. “You’re going to leave.” Her voice was low as she addressed Helmut. “I don’t care where you go. No one will follow. Just leave.” She turned without waiting to see if he’d listen.

REMY LEBEAU: Remy rubbed his palms into his eyes and then finished his drink in one go. "It's always somethin' with you, isn't it." he let the words out on a breath. "I was goin' to propose after this died down. The weddin' mess an' everything." His accent got stickier the more alcohol in his system. It coated his words. "Bought a ring an' everything. Got it sized. It's a pretty big emerald. Cost me a pretty penny. Didn' even steal for it." he pushed himself out of his chair and grabbed the table suddenly to stabilize. "I'm goin' home."

BUCKY BARNES: As soon as Zemo was gone, James let go of Yelena like she was a hot iron, stepping back and away from her. "You okay?" he asked, being careful to keep any hint of concern out of his voice.

LANA BAUMGARTNER: “Mhm,” Lana hummed slightly. “Sounds like a keeper. You must really like her, huh? I like someone as well but sometimes I can’t tell if he’s interested and I don’t do well with rejection.”

YELENA BELOVA: His hands were like a vice as they pulled her away from Zemo and his smug smile. Yelena took an additional step away, refusing to meet Natalia’s eyes. “I hate him.” She spat, shaking her hand out. Chest heaving, glazed eyes finally met those of James. “What’s in the alcohol? I don’t get..” Drunk? She did. Sloppy. She didn’t get sloppy.

NATHAN SUMMERS: Nate's brows moved a little funny across his forehead as he considered her words. "Maybe you should just tell him, then. He would be stupid to reject you."

LORNA DANE: Panic building in her chest and intensified by the alcohol, Lorna shook her head quickly. “Remy, it doesn’t -- it doesn’t mean anything. Alex and I were young and stupid. Really, really stupid.” Her face fell. “I want to be with you. Now. More than anything.” His comment stung but she was trying to not comment on it. “For the first time things are going okay. I was supposed to tell you tonight I won the vote. They want me to be an X-Men. If you want to leave, fine, but please let me come with you.”

CASSIE LANG: Cassie's eyebrows furrowed as Kate patted her head, and she resisted the urge to swat the other girl's hand away. The alcohol was definitely hitting her in full force now, and she was very quickly regretting her decisions as she blinked hard and leaned against the bartop, trying to scan the room for her dad.

JESSICA DREW: “I think you’re wrong.” Jessica insisted. “But I won’t push you *for now*.” Watching Clint and Bobbi leave in slight dismay, Jess pasted a partial smile on her face. “Well, my date and his wife just bailed so I have no choice but to go with you so I don’t sleep with my babysitter. Are you ready?”

BUCKY BARNES: "Can you take her home, Nat?" James asked, maintaining a distance he thought she'd be comfortable with as he examined her more fully. He was just looking for injuries, damages. "Make sure she drinks water?"

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Nat took a step back. “Actually, would you mind? She’s my family, but we never mix well when she’s like this.” They had tried to kill each other more than once. Natasha had only recently fixed her cabinet where she had slammed Yelena into the wall during their last fight. “Yelena?”

YELENA BELOVA: Sneering slightly at her sister, Yelena just crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not a child. I can get myself home.” Her accent was stronger when intoxicated, the syllables slow and heavy. It was english, at least.

REMY LEBEAU: A tic worked in his jaw, the irritation aided by the alcohol swirling in his system. "You picked a hell of a lead up, Lorna." he took in a breath, swallowing a whole swath of words he wanted to say. "You're married. Legally. Do you know wha' that means for me? It means that ring buried beneath all your fuzzy socks is useless. Literally fuckin' useless. Congrats chere, I am happy for you, really." he was. He meant it. "I'll take you home." he said, voice tired. "You can tell me all about it later."

BUCKY BARNES: He frowned at Natasha, mouth working around his words. "She doesn't want-" Yelena's interruption cut him off and he scowled at her. "I can get Steve for you. He loves babysitting." it was a threat.

LANA BAUMGARTNER: Lana pushed herself upright and fumbled for her water. “Well, I like him a lot. Maybe love him. I’m not sure. He’s like, hot shit or something. I have a @#$@# track record. A long one.”

LORNA DANE: “I say the wrong shit all the time.” It was well known. Some of the silverware began to spin slightly, the points facing them. “I’ve died since then. Doesn’t that make it null?” Her voice raised in pitch at the end. “Now you’re just being mean because you know it’s nothing like that.” She shook her head and stood. “I can get to the Gate on my own. We can talk when we’re sober. When you’re sober.”

CAROL DANVERS: Carol nodded. "Yeah, let me see if Sam's ready." She crossed the short distance to where he was, checking in with him. "We're heading out. The alcohol's really kicking."

SAM WILSON: “--’m escorting both of you home?” Sam glanced up at Jess and Carol good-naturedly. He pulled himself to his feet and offered them each an arm. “I’ll take the couch. C’mon. If the alcohol kicked in that means I’m making quesadillas.”

REMY LEBEAU: "'m not gonna let you go alone." Remy said simply. "Of all people, Alex Summers?" he asked, moving to follow her.

LORNA DANE: “Maybe I prefer to go alone.” Lorna tossed over her shoulder. “Here.” She held up a hand and a steak knife flew up into her grasp. “I’m armed.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Looking towards her husband, Nat clamped her mouth shut. “Pretty sure Steve is drunk. Yelena,” she planted her hands on her hips before launching into rapid fire Russian. Red and blonde conferred for a moment before Nat made a small sound of displeasure and they both stepped back unpleased. “We’re talking about this in the morning, Елена.” Natasha looked to Bucky. “We’re in agreeance here.”

JULIAN KELLER: "Mm, yeah." he was really starting to feel it and he gave a small smile. "C'mon. Things are dying down anyway."

REMY LEBEAU: "Tough luck." he clicked his tongue. "What're ya gonna do, Lorna? Let me take you home. Stop bein' so stubborn. I'm not the married one here."

KATE BISHOP: Sending one concerned look at Cassie, Kate looped an arm around Julian and tugged him to the side. She offered him a shot and took it without any celebration. “Look at you, meeting my friends. You’re kind of a dick, though. I still love you.”

BUCKY BARNES: James eyes Yelena, uncertain if he should do this. They hadn't really spoken in weeks. Nothing substantial. Nothing worth anything. But as he watched the hazy, unfocused way her eyes moved, he took a breath. "Fine." he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Let's go, Yelena."

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “Будь хорошей, сестра (be good, sister).” Natasha chided lightly, already having spoken more Russian than she preferred. “And thank you, James. I’ll buy you a coffee. Maybe a bagel if there’s no broken bones.” With one tight smile Natasha excused herself back to Steve.

JULIAN KELLER: He froze on his way to knocking the shot back, missing his mouth entirely and dumping half of it down his neck. "She's your friend, not mine." he says to fill the gap because he wasn't sure if he could trust the alcohol rushing through his system. "Can you repeat that last bit?" he asked as he grabbed for one more shot, considering he dumped the other one down his expensive shirt.

LORNA DANE: Still moving, Lorna turned on one hand. Green lit up as she flexed her fingers, the metal around his belt sparking before it gave him a sharp tug backwards. “I’m pretty resourceful.” Why was it always the siblings of the bride or groom who acted up? “I’m sorry I actually followed through. He was the first person I ever loved. I didn’t get it.”

KATE BISHOP: Julian was taking another shot and Kate grabbed her own to match him. She definitely hadn’t meant for *that* to happen. “Which part? You meeting my friends or me still loving you?”

YELENA BELOVA: Surprisingly obedient, Yelena silently followed Bucky. She reached down to grab his arm to steady herself. “I’m an idiot. He wanted a reaction.” And he had gotten one. Yelena didn’t have it in her to mention what they were talking about: James. “You can turn and walk away once we’re out of Natalia’s sight if you want.”

REMY LEBEAU: The alcohol was enough to make him stumble and he hit his knees, choosing to look up at the sky instead of scramble after her. "Could follow through but couldn' get a divorce." he said a little louder than intended. "Fine! Bu' if you get lost on the way there don' say I didn' try."

JULIAN KELLER: The world spun when he tilted his chin down, capturing her lips in a messy, alcohol stained kiss. "You never told me that." he said when he pulled back just far enough that his words brushed her lips. "And still? You never told me that either."

BUCKY BARNES: He didn't say anything for a while, his arm twisting from her grasp and then repositioning on her arm so he could steady her himself. He wasn't drunk, not even a little. He could do this. He didn't say anything until he was popping open the passenger door of Sam's Subaru (he'd stolen the keys hours ago; Sam could get home via Carol) and eased Yelena in, locking the door behind him as he circled around. He unlocked again, slid into the drivers seat, and started the engine. "If you're going to hurl, just tell me so I don't owe Sam a detailing fee." and then he drove, taking her in the direction of his apartment.

LORNA DANE: Lorna was too mad to cry. No one got out of her way as she stormed out of the ballroom with her head held high. Not pausing to congratulate her brother, Lorna decided she’d have to send him an edible arrangement later. It was a short flight to the Krakoan Gate by the Hudson, and Lorna returned home to the Monarchy of M without a second look back.

KATE BISHOP: Their lips crashed together and Kate tugged Julian closer, one leg moving between his. Cassie was drunk and slumped on a table but Kate only had eyes for Julian. “So I love you. What about it? You’re... endearing.”

NATHAN SUMMERS: "Do you know what you just said?" Nate asked with a laugh that bordered on a little nervous. It was the alcohol, he reminded himself. "You should get to bed." he went to stand, easing her up with him. "Come on. I'll take you home."

JULIAN KELLER: He laughed against her lips. "Endearing?" he tugged a little closer. "We should get out of here." he licked at her lips again. "I love you too, you know." He pulled back despite his body's objections to the movement and inclined his head towards the door. "Come on."

YELENA BELOVA: Silent for the rest of the walk, Yelena allowed James to help her into the car and she promptly sank down into the seat as the red of her skirt ballooned around her. Closing her eyes, she slouched over to rest her head and arms on the center console. “Thank you.” Yelena didn’t try to look at him. She didn’t usually feel shame but a part of her knew she should. “You did not have to help me. Not after how I’ve treated you.”

KATE BISHOP: Arms around his neck, Kate closed one eye as she took in the strong lines of Julian’s face. She bit his lip for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. “Good, you should.” Grabbing his hand, she paused as they passed Cassie. “Sorry, Cass, we have to hit the coat room and go home. Text me so I know you’re not dead.” Blowing her a kiss, Kate left in a flurry of skirts.

BUCKY BARNES : James remained silent, the street lights casting the car in periodic swaths of orange. His hands tightened around the wheel, but he just drove, focusing on the roar of the engine and the soft sounds of Yelena's breathing. When he parked on the street, he did the same routine. Got out, locked the car, came around to the passenger side, unlocked, and helped Yelena out. The walk up the steps was slow as he navigated her, face remaining as impassive and neutral as he could keep it. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he tamped it all down in favor of pretending he felt nothing. He leaned her against the wall as he fished out his keys and unlocked his door, leading her to the room after he locked up behind him. He lead her to the mattress and then disappeared out of the room, grabbing the whole brita pitcher from his fridge and a glass. When he set it on the nightstand, the glass was full and the pitcher was next to it. "You know where clothes are if you want to change." he indicated his dresser with a nudge of his chin. "Sleep well." he went to leave the room, clicking off the light switch behind him.

LANA BAUMGARTNER: “---I’m choosing not to replay it in my mind.” Lana gathered up her pink skirts in her arms and leaned against Cable. “I may vomit if you try to bodyslide us.”

CASSIE LANG: Cassie had never been this drunk before in her life. She was pretty sure that had something to do with the Inhuman alcohol, but honestly even three regular drinks would have messed her up too. This was a step up from the wine coolers she and Kate normally drank. “Huh? Oh, okay. Make sure you two use a condom, I guess. ‘Night.” Her words tied together in a mumble as she tried to sit herself up straight. Kate was already walking off, and Cassie made an attempt to walk, but she was stumbling in her heels. So she opted to take them off as she walked around bare foot, looking around for her dad. And then she found Hope, who was a close second. “Hi, mom. Hope. Hi Hope.” She was basically like another mom at this point, but Cassie didn’t usually call her that.

YELENA BELOVA: At some point along the way, Yelena fell asleep as she was rocked by the soft lull of the car winding through New York traffic. By the time he roused her she managed to untangle herself from her seatbelt and out of the car. She had never taken her heels off but she managed to follow him into the apartment that she had once broken into. While he was gone, Yelena managed to maneuver herself out of the dress and kicked it off to the side. She knew exactly which of his shirts she liked. Instead, she just crawled in between the sheets in her bra and underwear. Yelena was grateful to not be with Natalia. It got too competitive, too rough. If she was aware enough in the morning she’d leave before she had to explain why she was with Zemo. “Stay?” It was easier to ask in the dark. Even if he said no, she rolled over to her normal side.

BUCKY BARNES: James turned just as the light clicked off, steeling himself in the doorway. He then took one, two breaths, before turning around and began to undo his tie. His shirt and pants followed, but he pulled on a pair of pajamas and a worn t-shirt and slid in next to her. He pretended like this wasn’t strange, off putting, and heartbreaking for him. Instead, he stared at the shadows on the ceiling and waited to fall asleep. Eventually, he did.

YELENA BELOVA: When the other side of the mattress dipped Yelena knew he stayed and that meant something. At one point her head ended up on his chest and her arms around him, but in the morning they’d just be two people apart once more.

STEVE ROGERS: Steve tried to stay out of Natasha’s family matters—not for a lack of interest, he just knew better than to get between his wife or her equally lethal sister. ‘sides —Nat was fully capable of handling herself, and it was a lot more fun to watch Bucky struggle between the two of them. As Nat walked back over, he hardly tried to keep the hint of amusement off his face. “Is that something we should be worried about or has the crisis been averted?—something tells me Pietro might throw a bigger fit than Crystalia if someone were to cause a scene.” he joked, plucking a second glass of champagne off a tray as it passed by. “Have you had any of this?” he asked.

HOPE VAN DYNE: She was about done with hobnobbing. Hope came out of courtesy but she didn’t enjoy the pomp and circumstance. Hank and Jan had stayed home, her parents citing old age as a weak excuse. Hank Pym was a proud and private man. He had never invested in social events and Hope had made it through Darren’s dinner parties with fake smiles and the excuse that she had an early morning meeting. She was in the middle of returning from the restroom when she almost ran into Cassie. Pausing, her first instinct was to give her a quick once over to see if she was okay. *Mom?* Hope wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She didn’t mind, per se, but she didn’t want to overstep with Maggie. “Cassie.” Hope could smell the alcohol. “How are you doing, kiddo?”

CASSIE LANG: Cassie probably should’ve been avoiding Hope, but it was past that point. The alcohol swirling through her system was way stronger than she thought, and there wasn’t going to be any pretending she was fine. Warmth flushed her cheeks as she took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m looking for my dad.” She blurted out, her eyebrows furrowed as familiar anxieties about Pym Particles seemed to all come to a head now that she was face to face with Hope. God , she shouldn’t have drank anything. What if she lost control of herself and grew to the size of the ballroom? Or worse? What if the alcohol somehow made her physical matter start to shift? Tears welled in her eyes at the thoughts as she tried to swallow it back and slurred her next words. “I’m sorry for stealing from you.”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: “That’s something I had them find in the vault for you. For everyone, actually.” It was hard for Pietro and those with altered or enhanced genetics to get drunk. While Crystal didn’t want the groom sloppy at his own wedding, she had thought it would be a nice additional little surprise. “Inhuman liquor. Not as strong as Asgardian, but it’s potent.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Face tight with tension, Natasha moved her skirt to the side as she sat down by Steve. She was quiet for a moment as she watched James escort Yelena from the room, her sister not putting up a fight. “Averted? For now, maybe. I’ve never been the type to worry, but here we are.” Natasha wanted to talk to her husband about the family matters she kept quiet about but a wedding felt like a bad time to get into it. The comment about Pietro went without a response before Nat managed to look Steve in the eye and muster a half smile. “I’ve been sticking to the wine.” Yelena had asked if something was in the alcohol. Carol Danver’s had a flushed face. “I’m getting the idea it may not be my speed.” As in, she could hold her own but with a human body Natasha wasn’t about to get into bed with whatever was creating scenes.

HOPE VAN DYNE: Oh. She was drunk. Reaching out, Hope gently took Cassie’s shoes and offered her an arm to lean on. “Your dad should be at the table where I left him. Unless he got up for cake again.” Hope kept trying to tell him it was served but Scott wandered around like a lost puppy. Would he be happy to see his daughter shit faced? Probably not, but Scott tended to be patient and reasonable. Hope knew there was no reason to escalate the situation by acting angry. She was disappointed, sure, but Cassie was just about an adult. Hope did pause then, glancing down at Cassie. “You stole from me?”

CASSIE LANG: “He probably did. He loves cake.” Cassie pouted as more tears filled her eyes at the thought. Her dad was just trying to enjoy some cake, and now he was going to be bombarded with her mess. She stumbled alongside Hope, taking every ounce of concentration she had in her to take each step when she realized what she had just said out loud. “I.. Yes, I did. Pym Particles..”

HOPE VAN DYNE: “This isn’t something we should talk about here.” Hope’s tone switched. “Are you okay? You look ---” drunk. Cassie looked drunk. “I think it’s time we head home. Come one.”

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: The guests stayed for a while. Too many of them were knocked on their asses by the drink. It had been a misunderstanding. Her request for something for Pietro had led them to replace all the liquor with Inhuman spirits. Knowing there would be a few hangovers in the morning, Crystalia watched with amusement until it was time for her and Pietro to make their great escape to their honey moon, the wedding ending shortly after.

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