"Can't say I'd mind making a few conservatives shit themselves." Sam pretended to stroke his chin contemplatively. Captain America marrying two men, one of whom was black? Oh, yeah, some people would have heart attacks at the very idea, and it made a very small vindictive part of him happy. Plus it would probably be entertaining to see just what levels of excess Tony could manage - although, actually, it was probably Sam's job to rein it in and rain on his parade. Maybe he'd let Pepper handle that.

"But I'd be just as happy with a small one," he added, more seriously. "Whatever size it is, it doesn't matter - or if we even have one at all. You two are all I need." He paused for a moment. "And cake. Definitely cake."