#webclaw

I should have uploaded this ages ago, whoops.

T’Challa knocked on Peter’s door, sensing the nervousness and apprehension radiating from the younger male from within his room. Tony had been sceptical and asked T’Challa to talk with Tony while he went to go talk with Shuri—who also was freaking out.

Well, T’Challa couldn’t blame either of them.

It isn’t just a wedding, a royal wedding between the two of them.

The whole world would be watching.

Especially since it isn’t just a royal wedding, but a wedding between a princess and an Avenger.

“Peter, can I come in?” T’Challa asked, after getting no response earlier.

“Yeah.”

The king pushed the door open and stared at Peter who was just staring out the window. His tuxedo’s jacket was thrown haphazardly over the back of a chair, and thankfully his stylised hair was ruffled but, in a way, that it still worked.

T’Challa could tell that the hair stylists would’ve thrown a fit if Peter messed up their hard work.

“Panicking?”

“No.”

T’Challa merely raised an eyebrow, letting his amusement roll off him for Peter to identify.

“Okay, a little bit.” A pause as the younger shifted. “A lot, actually. I’m not just getting married, it’s a public event—to a degree.”

T’Challa chuckled. “Thankfully, Tony, Nakia, Pepper, and my mother are aware about public weddings.”

“Tony and Pepper had a private wedding.” Peter argued, turning to look at T’Challa. “I understand, but seriously, I’m just afraid of stuffing up.”

Placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, T’Challa rested his forehead against his future brother-in-law’s. Peter stiffened before he relaxed and sighed heavily.

“You’ll be fine, Pete. You and Shuri will breeze through this wedding, and it will be a blink and you’ll miss it moment.”

“I am worried about you and Ned talking with speeches.” Peter laughed.

T’Challa smiled and resisted the urge to ruffle Peter’s hair. “I don’t even have a speech prepared.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled. “So, no speech on you scaring me into submission when you first found out that Shuri even liked me?”

The elder huffed. “I only did that because you were being cheeky and showing off to my dear baby sister. I hear that Nakia has a great speech for Shuri, which is probably going to get Shuri planning revenge.”

“Well, I can keep Shuri distracted from that, until she forgets about it at least.” Peter teased, and T’Challa almost hissed at the younger for his statement.

“While I certainly appreciate it, I do not want to even hear you talking about having sex with Shuri.” T’Challa grumbled.

Peter lowered his head and mumbled. “Is there anything I should be made aware of?”

T’Challa blinked at looked at Spiderman before tilted his head and humming. “Well, nothing that you don’t already know.”

“I’m guessing, dancing and music to begin it.” Peter raised his eyes. “Get the atmosphere started, after all.”

“Well, who is very aware of our culture. I’m not surprised that you and Shuri are having a mix of Wakandan and American weddings, I just hope it goes well.” T’Challa said, guiding Peter out of the room and grabbing the jacket before pulling it over Peter. “First of all, put this on. We need a good presence.”

Peter could hear the loud music from outside the palace and saw huge crowds of Wakandans dancing to the beat. Already there were already some news reporters. Peter felt dread creep through his body and blood, and unease ticked at the back of his mind.

Oh, this is going to be great, as long as he didn’t screw it up.

Peter touched the Wakandan necklace, a spider with silver webs curling around the chain. Shuri had designed and created it for him. It was not for any of his suits, but merely for appearance.

Peter had gifted Shuri with her own necklace as well. It was a necklace that contained rubies in a paw print shape on the side of a panther with diamond eyes. The chain on her necklace was gold, and light weight as Shuri often complained about heavy jewellery.

“You’ll do fine, come. I think Tony has finished talking with my sister.” T’Challa nudged him further down the hallway.

Peter took a deep breath.

It won’t be long now until he and Shuri tied the knot.

Shuri shifted, causing Ramonda to tsk her and forced her to sit still as her make-up was being adjusted.

“I still don’t know why I have to have a huge wedding. Neither Peter nor I wanted one.” Shuri muttered, still annoyed by her wedding plans.

Ramonda watched as one of the Dora Milaje smiled at the princess’ complaints before sighing. “My dear, you are royalty, and so will he by the end of the day. We compromised and allowed for it to be a mixed of both African and American.”

Shuri looked down and almost scowled as her hair was tugged back harshly to properly stylise it.

A knock at the door caused all of the females to look up.

There was soft talking before Nakia, Tony and Pepper poked their heads in. Tony looked around at them.

“I will not stay if this is an all-female meeting. I just wanted to say, I can offer Shuri some advice, as much as I can give any way.” Tony explained, carefully backing out of the room.

Shuri looked confused. “What advice can you give me that I don’t already know?”

Tony shrugged. “Words of confidence.” He leaned slightly against the door frame, obviously getting the hint that he was allowed to be there under Shuri’s orders. “Look, you’re smart and capable. However, the wedding is actually a breeze to go through. It may seem long when leading up to it but believe me. After the whole ‘I proclaim you husband and wife’ you will definitely tune out everything going around you.”

Pepper and Nakia looked at him, prompting him to continue. Shuri could see that Tony was trying to figure out his words.

“It’s not daunting, and it seems so extravagant for something that can be done in private, or just between you and your partner. I can see why you would complain about it, especially since it’s only done to tie you together for legal reasons.” Tony’s eyes were soft. “You are going to look back on this day as one of the best days of your life. Maybe not the best, but definitely up there in the top ten.”

Pepper lightly shoved her husband. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Peter?”

“T’Challa beat me to it.” Tony said but walked away. “Well, I might as well assist him in trying to keep Peter calm.”

Shuri tugged at her hands. “Aw man, I’m beginning to get nervous all over again.”

Ramonda kissed her daughter’s forehead. “You’ll be fine.”

Peter stared at the crowd from where he stood, panic rising up inside him. Ned nudged his best friend and leaned over to whisper to him.

“Hey man, calm down. It’s just a wedding.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Bro, it’s JUST a wedding? Be thankful yours is gonna be a hell of a lot quieter than this.”

Ned shrugged, eyes gleaming in his usual mischief. “Relax. Sure, you are just getting married in Wakanda with a royal wedding, being watched by millions of eyes. Nothing too big.”

Peter almost whined but caught himself as Tony and T’Challa walked up to them.

“Is Peter freaking out again?” Tony asked, chuckling, watching as Nakia and Pepper stood with Ramonda discussing something to the side.

“Is it that obvious?” Peter murmured, eyes fluttering across and noticing a few news reporters.

He knew that the wedding had been shown for a while now, at least two hours. The actual ceremony was starting relatively soon, and his bit the inside of his cheek to avoid expressing any further panic.

The media would eat it up and claim he was rethinking his choice to marry Shuri, and there was no way in hell that he would allow the media to claim that idiotic statement as fact.

Ned rubbed his hands together. “Just wait until the speech.”

“Oh god.” Peter rolled his eyes, becoming distracted from the venue. “Please, tell you didn’t make it that embarrassing.”

“Aren’t the reception speeches meant to be really embarrassing?” Ned asked, glancing at the two married men behind them. “Regardless, I decided you should have some fun for your wedding. Why do you think Michelle and I decided to help make the soundtrack, it’s the reason why there is pop culture songs, but more will be played later.”

Peter smiled, body relaxing. “Thank you, Ned. You really are the best friend.”

Ned laughed. “Why do you think I’m your best man?”

Peter had to agree with Ned on that front. There was no-one else he wanted as his best man.

The wait was long and tiring, and Peter had to stop himself from shifting out of anticipation. The pastor spoke some Wakandan marriage phrases that Peter had learnt and recognised from T’Challa’s own wedding. He took a deep breath and nodded to Tony who only smiled at him which gave Peter to extra confidence he needed.

He glanced at their major guests. May and Ramonda were seated beside each other, looking disbelieving at the whole wedding actually happening. After all, Ramonda was very expressive around May as both lost their husbands and had to raise children on their own.

Scott and Hope were seated in the front with Cassie beside Clint and his family. Natasha and Bruce were seated on the other side of the Barton family, with Steve, Bucky and Sam (the latter two were thankfully being very civil during the whole event). Thor, Loki and Valkyrie were standing to the side. Heimdall was nowhere to be found but was most likely watching from outside as an over all protector. The Dora Milaje were scattered across the venue.

Peter prayed he wasn’t missing any important words, but everything seemed the usual wedding speeches before the bride was meant to appear. The wedding’s customs had been altered to Shuri and Peter’s taste (they both wanted hints of American culture to it).

A smile twitched on his lips as he saw Nebula, Gamora, Peter Quill, Drax, Mantis, Groot and Rocket seated to the side. He had missed the Guardians, and he should go and see them once it was over. Politeness and all that.

Peter heard a dress brushing against the ground, his heart beat picking up in it’s pace, body almost freezing before he forced himself to relax. No-one else had heard the fabric, obviously, and Peter could only have one thought running through his mind.

In just a few more moments he’ll be a married man to the best person in the world. He still didn’t know how he managed to win Shuri over, especially since she deserved better in his opinion. Now that they are here, he shrugged that thought off.

Shuri was stunning, and his breath caught in his throat. Normally, Shuri hated wearing any kind of head gear, but she wore a crown that held a veil that fell around the sides of her face. Her hair was tied up but was not its normal braids with two strands of curls framing her face. The dress was not pure white, more of a lilac (that she must’ve chosen because of Spider-man’s red and blue colour scheme) and Peter was thankful his suit appeared deep purple in certain light.

The necklace he picked out for her stood out on the dress, and Peter heard whispers of the pendant that he had specifically made for her. His heart leapt, and pride rushed over him. This was his wife, not yet but very soon, and of course Peter would take the time to show her off.

She looked embarrassed but smiled upon meeting Peter’s gaze, her eyes twinkling when Peter realised he had begun to cry. He didn’t even bother trying to wipe the tears away, almost laughing at the incredulity of it all at the moment. Of course, he was going to cry. He is a fucking sap when it came to Shuri.

The speeches went by too slowly and too quickly for Peter’s liking, soon their vows were said, and he could finally feel his bride’s lips on his own.

Her lips twitched upwards, her voice spoken softly. “My big dork.”

“My intelligent princess.” Peter murmured back, eyes closing as he brought their lips back together.

He pulled her closer but had to step away. He whispered directly to her.

“Later, my amore.”

Shuri smirked, keeping her head away from the cameras. “I wonder if I can get you to crack.”

“Good luck.”

Shuri never got to test her ability to crack Peter, as soon enough they were being whisked away to the after party.

Ned chatted with Michelle before standing up to begin to best man speech.

This was still being recorded, because of course it was. However, all of the major guests (the Avengers and Guardians) were seated at one huge table near the family table that housed T’Challa, Nakia, May, Ramonda, Peter and Shuri themselves.

Ned began. “You know. If you told me years ago that I’d be the best man at my best friend’s wedding as he married a princess. I’d never believe you. Heck I thought it would be more likely I’d be at Peter’s wedding with a frog for how incompetent he was at talking to females when he was younger.” That earned laughs and twin smirks from Bucky and Sam. Peter almost shied away but only ducked his head in embarrassment.

“However, I must admit, I had actually never met Shuri straight away and only heard of her in stories and tales Peter would tell me about her grandeur.” Shuri blushed softly at those words. “Except, I realised my best friend’s impulsiveness when he says stuff. This moment was the highlight of everything. You see, Tony had told us teenagers, Shuri was not part of this, that he had some tickets for Coachella that he wanted to give to us. A graduation present of sorts.”

Peter groaned, realising where this story was going. Why of all stories did Ned have to pick this one?

Ned smirked at his best friend, having no intent on stopping. “However, one of our group couldn’t make it. We were debating who to ask to tag along with us when Peter had the smart idea to ask Princess Shuri. Look, when I asked him if he had a death wish I didn’t mean actually plan your death by inviting a princess to Coachella with no adult supervision for a full week in California. I swear that day Peter realised that T’Challa must really respect and trust him to allow Shuri to go with us.”

T’Challa nodded and shot the newly-weds a grin.

“And all this before they got together, if you ask me, T’Challa was planning for them to get together for the longest time. Why else do you think he let Shuri and Peter hang out.” Ned winked. “That or Shuri pleaded with T’Challa who we all know is a sucker for his baby sister.”

T’Challa leaned over Ramonda to muse with Shuri’s hair, only causing her to screech at him. Loud laughter echoed around the dining room.

Ned shrugged. “One final thing though. I could tell immediately that Peter’s crush on Shuri was completely different to all others, and I had a feeling this is the one that either makes Peter or breaks him. Thankfully it was the former, even though I have to admit I don’t know fully what I would’ve done if it was the latter.” He waved his hand. “You aren’t best friends with someone since you are kids and not expect to know when they fall in love.”

Shuri leaned into Peter’s side and he smiled warmly at her.

Soon when the first dance came on, Shuri rested her head on Peter’s shoulder, their fingers interlacing. Their wedding bands stood out against their skin.

Both were made of Vibranium, but Shuri’s were more silver to match a spider’s web while Peter’s was darker to match to fur on a panther. They glinted purple in the light, and even seemed to glow softly when the lights darkened. Peter pressed a kiss to Shuri’s lips.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Their foreheads rested against each other as Quill cheered. “Time for dancing!”

Peter and Shuri could only laugh as they watched their friends and family dance to the pop playlist Michelle and Ned put together, also observing the general populace of Wakanda enjoying the festivities in the streets below.

They both sighed and rested their foreheads together.

Peter sighed, resting his head against the wall, muscles tensed as he closed his eyes to try and focus his senses. Hone them in on his immediate surroundings.

Even years after gaining his powers, that was still difficult, even after a fight. He sighed when he remembered the time. It was near one am, way too late for Peter to still even be awake, especially since he promised he’d do some work for Tony later that day.

Except, he hoped that the mission they just returned home from would be enough for Tony to go easy on him and let him sleep in.

Huffing, Peter pulled away from the wall and tilted his head back. He picked up on footsteps, cautious but determined, even a slightly bit hesitant. They stopped outside his door, and Peter was suddenly struck with a familiar scent.

Shuri.

He smiled, despite his tiredness, and opened the door for the Wakandan princess.

Shuri was standing tall and straight, and she looked him over before clicking his tongue in mild disappointment. “You look like shit.”

A laugh bubbled up and escaped out Peter’s lips before he could think about stopping it. “Thank you, princess. Just what I wanted to hear.”

“You know me.” Shuri teased. “I always know what to say.”

She stepped into the bedroom and looked at him critically when the door shut behind them. They were enclosed in Peter’s room, but it wasn’t stuffy nor uncomfortable, the air was soft drawing them together but Peter knew he was too tired to do anything.

Shuri seemed like she was holding back, Peter knew she was here for one of many reasons.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were showing up later…” Peter hummed. “Well, tonight.”

She shrugged simply. “I wanted to come over early, is that a crime?”

“No.” Peter breathed, body relaxing fully as he took in the state of her appearance.

So well put together, still the epitome of regal and authority. Body relaxed, but her clothes were still showing her status more than anything else. Hair, that was normally braided and held out of her face, fell in curls that lingered towards her waist, and her dark brown eyes studied him just as much as he was her.

“Any particular reason?” He asked, stepping forward to pull her towards him.

Despite the tiredness that ate away at his bones, he didn’t want to fall asleep – not yet, not when he was sure that Shuri wouldn’t take offence to it. It had been too long since they had last been with each other.

The last time was…Peter sighed, that was almost three months ago at this point. He really wanted her close to him, and not let go of her for hours on end.

“No, except for the fact I had finished everything my brother wanted done.” Shuri nodded firmly as her eyes drifted to the side in thought. “The new village is done, and the Wakandan Out Reach centre is closed for a week, but that was mainly because I was only going to be here for about two days and head back. Nakia and mother convinced brother to let me stay here for a lot longer.” She smiled as her eyes flicked back towards him. “I have a question.”

“I may have an answer.” Peter smiled, eyes crinkling slightly as she wrapped an arm around his neck to hold it in place as she leaned up to his face. Their breaths were mixing together, and Peter felt the room increase in temperature. He pushed through the tiredness that demanded he go to bed, not when his girlfriend was right in front of him.

“Is it possible for us to drive to California?” Shuri asked, eyes closing as she leaned in closer and their lips brushed against each other lightly.

“Yeah, of course it is.” Peter chuckled lowly, his voice dropping an octave. “But, I’m assuming you mean me drive you to Cali.”

Shuri smirked. “You know me so well, Spidey.”

“I would hope so. I’m your boyfriend, after all.”

Fingers twined into his hair, tugging on the base of his neck hair at his words. Her other hand trailed up his arm as it curled into his shoulder. Peter rested a hand on her waist, fingers twirling her shirt between them, and his other was wrapped around her waist to hold her as close as he could.

Their chests were pressed against each other, and Shuri lowered a hand to rest between them. Lips were still not pressed together the moment was too peaceful for anything more intimate than they already were.

Shuri sighed heavily, causing Peter to open his eyes and look at her with confusion. She didn’t seem tired but her eyes were closed and leaned into his touch, a hum escaped her ad her eyes slowly blinked open.

“What?” Her eyes looked like they could read Peter easily, and it wasn’t something that even worried him.

“Are you tired?” Peter asked, fingers uncurling from her shirt if she truly was.

Shuri smirked. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

Peter walked backwards, towards his bed, and tugged her along with him. The back of his legs hit his bed causing him to fall backwards and land on the sheets, Shuri falling along with him.

He let out a grunt when Shuri didn’t catch herself in time and landed quite roughly on top of him. She propped herself up on his chest, looking amused by the entire situation. Well, more amused than Peter was as he was once again stricken by her beauty.

The tiredness that was originally in Peter’s mind cleared and changed as the feelings and atmosphere changed accordingly to the people within the room.

“I love you.” Peter murmured, pushing her hair back, his touch and voice softer than he expected.

Shuri hummed and leaned towards him, letting their noses bump against each other. “I love you too.”

Her hands clasped at Peter’s shoulders, and their lips brushed once more. This time, Peter moved his hand to weave his fingers through Shuri’s hair and pull her down to properly kiss her, finally deciding that he had enough of the teasing touches.

Shuri responded eagerly, one of her own hands threading into Peter’s hair and the other remained on his shoulder. Peter’s other hand remained on her waist, even threatening to move lower down her back to her ass. A soft laugh escaped her, and Peter groaned pulling back slightly before diving back in for a deeper kiss.

He was too tired to do anything more, and while he hated that fact, he wasn’t going to push his stamina and strength.

He felt Shuri break the kiss to press kisses to his neck. “Princess…We can’t do anything. I’m too tired.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” Shuri teased, hands trailing down Peter’s suit.

Peter let out a low groan that sounded more like a growl, before he was retracting his suit and then tossed his web shooters to the ground. Once he was in shorts and his shirt had been discarded along with his suit, he was grabbing Shuri’s waist to lift her up and almost throw her onto the bed.

She grinned at him playfully. “I thought you were too tired?”

Peter hummed, running his lips and teeth down her neck. “Are you really complaining?”

“You could’ve just said you wanted to be in control.” Shuri gasped when Peter bit harshly down on her neck near her collar bones.

“You’re right, I should’ve.” Peter chuckled, and then leaned back before kissing her once, twice on her lips briefly before collapsing on the bed and pulled her to his chest. “And, as I pulled the shots, I say we go to sleep.”

Shuri huffed, obviously annoyed by their escapades being cut short by fatigue. “You are a bad person, Peter.”

Peter kissed her forehead, before stretching slightly and wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. “You still love me.”

“I don’t know why.” Shuri rested her head properly against his chest and arm.

Peter closed his eyes, his body feeling limp now that is was laying on a soft bed that seemed to envelope them both in warmth and security. “I love you, my princess.”

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Peter stared at Shuri who was focused on her designs and diagrams. She seemed to be ignoring everything around her, and something had jumped into Peter’s mind.

He padded towards her and kept his steps quiet. While Peter knew it was stupid to do anything to her normally, it was late. Also, Peter’s prom was coming up in a few weeks, and Shuri had agreed to come along.

On the promise that she wouldn’t overexert herself.

She was doing just that, and Peter was not impressed with his girlfriend hurting herself.

Standing behind her, Peter weighed the pros and cons before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. He also made sure to trap her arms by her side and pressed his forehead to the back of her neck.

Shuri jumped and almost screeched.

“Shuri…”

The said person relaxed within her boyfriend’s arms. “Peter, don’t do that to me.”

Peter huffed. “You promised.” He knew he almost whined, but he couldn’t be bothered.

Shuri opened her mouth before groaning. “I’m not tired, Parker.”

“You are hurting yourself.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Stop denying it. That’s what I do.”

“Exactly, you end up worse than I do. You are the one who gets into danger.”

A laugh escaped Peter at the indignant words. Of course, he knew Shuri was going to bring up the fact he is Spider-Man to try and argue her case. What she was doing was not as bad as him, but seriously Peter couldn’t handle it if she ended up hurting herself.

“Karen and Friday can only warn us too late if you are too tired and then hurt yourself in the lab.” Peter argued, tugging her away from her work. “Come on, it’s late, and you haven’t slept in a while.”

Shuri grumbled but allowed herself to be dragged away. Peter felt her eyes on him before she stumbled and almost fell, Peter catching her before she could hit the ground.

He swept her up into his arms, despite the splutter of protest that emitted from her, and entered the elevator to be sent to the family floor where his room was.

“Friday, the family floor, please.” Peter spoke, and the elevator started to move.

Shuri mumbled. “I don’t understand why I have to be on another floor if you get to be in the family wing.”

Peter chuckled. “The adults don’t fully trust us, babe.”

“Don’t know why.” Shuri huffed. “You are the most honourable person I’ve ever met. You wouldn’t do anything to me, no matter what I do.”

“Or you just haven’t succeeded.” Peter teased as he left the elevator and soon they saw Pepper walking down the hallway.

“Hello, Peter, Shuri. Going to bed?” Pepper asked, raising an eyebrow at the two teenagers.

Peter smiled. “Hello, Ms Potts. Yeah, Shuri was getting tired and could’ve hurt herself if she remained in the lab for any longer.”

Shuri tried to protest and argue with her boyfriend but felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. While she knew it was just her body caving into something that she had just brushed aside for a long time.

Pepper could only smile back at them, as she lightly ruffled Peter’s hair. “Go on, get some rest. You two will need to be full rested by the end of the week. Or have you forgotten the wedding?”

Shuri grinned as Peter spluttered out countless apologies, but he soon hurried back down to her room with her. The door shut behind the pair, and Peter dropped Shuri onto his bed, and she stood up to go through Peter’s wardrobe to find some clothes to change into.

Peter rolled his eyes as Shuri changed in the room. She was seriously testing his patience, and she relished in it.

She could only laugh when Peter glanced at her to see her just as she began to pull on one of his shirts. Her skin seemed to dance under the light of his room, and it was quite dim because bright lights still disturbed him and anything brighter would result in the two of them being more alert and awake.

“Stop it.” Peter grumbled, his face flushed.

“Is it working?” The princess smirked.