He marries her in Vegas, in the end.
It’s classy, not tacky and cheap, and certainly not the crazy whirlwind adventure that Stark was wanting it to be. They go to the Chapel in the Clouds on the 103rd floor of the Stratosphere, securing a last minute package for the Bella Luna Salon. It only seated twenty guests, but they arrived broken, beaten and some still bleeding after a near miss outside the Vegas Strip, and twenty seemed like too large a number for who they could invite. They’re told to wait an hour, and Stark insists that enough time to fly in the extras.
He passes her in the halls, and there’s a jumping in his chest he’s never felt before when she looks up and notices him glancing at her. He’s not sure what it is, but somehow he’s ended up altering his usual path to the training room if he knows that she’s on her way for tactical reviews just so that he can pass her. If she notices, which she always does, then she gives him this sly smirk that tells him that she likes these unspoken meetings they seem to be arranging.
So he kept doing it.
[Seen above, Pamela and I watching this scene and all of their other scenes.]
He’s all sweaty. It’s obvious they just had a quickie in the supply closet.