Whatever had transpired during Pietro's own pre-wedding expedition, he was standing tall and ready when and where he was supposed to, suited up, well groomed and no missing teeth or mysterious tattoos. If it could his heart would have been strumming along even faster than usual, but Tony's work was flawless and it carried on with the same rhythmic hum it always had, while Pietro flashed a nervous smile towards his best man. That was, until Wicked poked her head out, at which point he didn't have eyes for anyone else.