{Chapter 3}:

While Tony was muttering to himself, we had already got into the car and we're waiting patiently for him to notice and join us.

He finally looks up and has to do a double take when he sees us already in the car. He blinks stupidly for a second. I giggle.

"You gonna join us or what?"  He smiles turns his suit back into the massive chest piece. He smiles and slides into the car, which turns out to be a really fancy limo.

"Happy, step on it. Disneyland awaits."

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"THIS IS SOOO AWESOME!!!" Ned yells as we speed along on one of the many rollercoaster rides. We pull into the stop, Ned and Peter excited and adrenaline rushing, me windswept and Tony.... well he's puking in a trash can nearby.

"Hey, Tony. You okay?" I ask, approaching him and rubbing his back. I only get a muffled moan from the inside of the trash can. I can hear Ned and Peter laughing in the distance.

I glare at them and they both swallow their laughs. "Hey guys, how about you go get our photo's?" They nod and run off shoving each other and laughing. I smile at the two dorks. With a final groan Tony pulls his head from the trash can. I grimace and hand him a tissue.

"Thanks." He takes and wipes around his mouth. I also hand him a packet of mints and a bottle of water. "Let's agree to never do that again." I laugh and nod.

Suddenly Ned and Peter come rushing back. "CAN WE GO MEET THE PRINCESSES?!" The screech simultaneously. Tony and I give each other a side glance. Oh boy.

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Tony drops us off at the subway station a few hours later, promising to see Peter and I later. We all tiredly stroll down the sidewalk, arms full of Disney merch.

Ned with a Mickey Mouse hat sitting very skew on his head. Peter with a kiddies replica of the Thor helmet and me with a Loki helmet and Princess autographs all up and down my arms. Yep, pretty sure that mom's gonna yell at me.

We split up and say our goodbyes, Peter and I heading home.

We silently walk next to each other. "Today was fun, I'm glad I got to spend it with you, Pete." He blushes a bright red.

"Ye-Yeah, me too." He stutters out.

"Are you gonna be at my 'party' tonight?" I ask slyly.

He lets out an annoyed groan, "Don't remind me! May's making me wear a tux! A tux!" As you can see he hates tuxes, thinks they're too restrictive.

I let out a giggle as we come to my house. "See ya later Pete." I give him a peck on the cheek and step inside.

Now what happened next was kinda like the scene from Milan where she had to be prepared as a potential bride...

My mom pulls me in the door, scolding me and pushing me up to my room. There I'm bombarded by a whole make-up team and I'm forced into a FREEZING bath.

"That's what you get for being late." Was my mom's only response. I was scrubbed until I glowed.

I'm pulled out of the bath and I'm attacked by a gaggle of women who are all trying to do something to me. Hair was pulled, eyes were poked and cries of pain from me specifically were heard for the next hour and a half.

When they all finally step away and I turn to the mirror, I'm shocked. I don't recognize the girl in front of me. In other words; I look HIDEOUS!!!

Who the hell wears blue eye shadow anymore and the concealer doesn't even match my skin tone in the slightest! At least my hair looks decent. A pretty updo with some pearl and flower accessories.

I'm pretty sure that I had the same reaction as that chick from My Big Fat Greek Wedding on her wedding day.

I decide to take matters into my own hands. I strip off all of my makeup and do it right this time. Natural look with bold eyes and a nude lip. Perfect.

My mom comes knocking and in her hands is a dry cleaning bag.

"Is that my dress?" I ask excitedly.

"Yes it is honey. Let's get you into it. It's almost time for the party." I nod in agreement. The dress is beautiful.

Once I'm ready, my mom steps back with tears in her eyes. Putting a hand in front of her mouth, she takes a shaky breath. "Oh, honey. You look amazing. My little girl all grown up." I laugh and walk over to her.

"Calm down mom. It's not like I'm getting married or anything." As I say that she tenses a little and then waves her hand.

"Oh you're right. I'm overreacting," she wipes her nose on a tissue, "Come on, your dad's waiting."

I nod and she leads me downstairs. My dad is waiting for us outside the doors of the ball room.

"You ready sweetie?" He asks.

I nod. "Yeah."

He nods to my mom and I hear and announcement on the other side of the door. My dad takes my arm, ready to escort me in. Suddenly my mom clips something to my hair as another lady shoved a bouquet of flowers into my hands.

"What the..." I trail off as the door opens and all the guests stand. A wedding march starts playing and to my horror I realize, that this isn't my party.

No. This is my WEDDING!

I look confusedly at my groom. Wait I recognize him... Wait.... PETER?!?

What the actual fuck is going on?!?