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"It would be pretty in a church," Natasha mused quietly. "But it would also be beautiful on the beach, too." If a bit cliché, but, when in California. "Which would you like better?" This was his ceremony, too. And honestly, Natasha had the suspicion that he'd be paying for all of it, since she didn't have any relatives to foot the bill (she'd learned that it was bride's family who were traditionally responsible for paying for the wedding. Thank you, Google.).

She wasn't going to argue about the press any further. James Barnes was a grown man; he shouldn't need her to remind him how to handle his business. She didn't work for the label anymore. Ironically, Natasha realized she hadn't given much thought to even going back to work, lately. But that was definitely a headache for later.

"This might surprise you," she heard herself say, a rue amusement in her voice, "but I really don't know a lot about weddings, James. Other than they're expensive, and there's a big fuss about dresses and caterers."