Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female
Words: 1088

It wasn't often Tony got absolutely pissed anymore. He threw parties and drank as much as he could, but he rarely got completely wasted. I liked to think it was us, his adopted family – the Avengers, that were part of what kept him on a straighter path.

But today, Tony was drunk. He was pissed. He was absolutely wasted. So was Clint. They'd both come across some of Thor's liquor and had promptly turned into children, wanting to see who could drink the most without passing out. Obviously, Tony could stomach more and Clint was out like a light by the time JARVIS intervened.

"Captain Rogers, your assistance is required in the common room," JARVIS interrupted the quiet of the briefing room. I was helping Steve prepare for a short mission he was going on in two days. Going over some blueprints and trying to make sense of the advanced technological setup of the building.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, his eyes still on the blueprint of the third floor.

"Mr Barton and Mr Stark have been drinking Asgardian alcohol. Mr Barton passed out before he even came near alcohol poisoning, but Mr Stark's blood alcohol levels are dangerously high. I have attempted to speak to him, but he refuses to listen."

Both Steve and I was looking at each other, Steve's worry lines were clear on his forehead.

"We'll deal with him, JARVIS," I said.

"What a day for everyone else to be out on missions or business," Steve mumbled as we rushed to the common room.

Once we got there, the first thing I saw was Clint passed out over the back of one of the couches, snoring like a chainsaw. Over by the bar, Tony was singing so off-key it was a miracle the windows hadn't cracked.

"Hello! Casp- Casp- Wait." He leaned on his elbows on the counter and scrunched up his eyes. "Casicle. No. Caps- Uhm."

"Capsicle?" I tried.

"Yes!" He shot his hands in the air. "Thank you! Caspicle!"

I shook my head in amusement.

"I think we need to get Tony away from the bar first," Steve said. "And then we'll get Clint to bed after. He seems okay for now."

"Good plan."

"What've you two loooovebreads been up to?" Tony veered out from behind the bar and towards us.

"Lovebreads?" I asked.

"You know... Lovebreads." He waved his arms like wings.

"Oh, lovebirds."

"Yes!"

"We're not lovebirds and we've been working, Tony. Someone has to work around here."

"Sure you are!" Tony tripped over his own feet and Steve was quick to catch him.

"Come on, Stark. I think you've had enough fun for today." Steve flung Tony's arm over his shoulder and tried to guide the man out of the common room. Just to make sure Tony wouldn't try any escapes, I ducked in under his other arm.

"Hey there." Tony grinned at me and tried to wink, but just blinked awkwardly with both eyes.

"Phew! Your breath stink, Stark!" I waved my hand in front of my face, making a grimace.

"Stink Stark!" He laughed. "I get why you love 'er, Casplic. She funny."

"Stop it, Tony," Steve said. We had reached the elevator and thankfully, it was still there.

"Why? Everyone sees it. Hearteyes all day. Hearteyes all nigh' too, I bet."

I tried to fight the blush, but don't think I was successful, and I was glad Steve was busy trying to keep Tony upright. But then Tony turned sharply to look at me and I almost dropped him.

"Is he... wha's the saying... Genle... Gentleman in the... strees? Freak in the sheets?"

There was no reason to answer him. He would just keep going no matter what we said, and I couldn't answer even if I wanted to, I felt my voice would be too shaky.

"Gentleman in both I bet."

"Here we are, Tony. Let's get you to bed." We had reached Tony's floor and room and Steve opened the door.

"Wha'?! Me?! No... You attracted to her. Take 'er to bed, not me!"

As we manoeuvred Tony into his bed and pulled off some of his clothes he kept going on and on about Steve and me as if we were an old married couple and it was getting a bit uncomfortable for me. It was getting harder and harder to hide how close to home each comment hit.

Finally, Steve sent me out, saying he was going to get the rest of his clothes off. I tried not to rush too quickly out the door, but when I was finally out in the hall, I breathed. My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I needed to go cool down, but then I remembered Clint and sighed as I waited for Steve.

After what seemed like forever, the door behind me opened. "I think he'll be sleeping soon," Steve said quietly. "I found some painkillers and a bottle of water for him when he wakes up."

I nodded, trying to pretend Tony hadn't just drunkenly spilt all my secrets, but I couldn't look at him.

Steve closed the door quietly behind him and a deafening quiet filled the air around us. He was looking down at me. "He's not wrong." In the quiet, Steve's whispering voice seemed to reverberate off the walls.

I snapped my eyes up to his. He was blushing, but he looked straight at me, not wavering in the slightest. "What do you mean?" I hated that my voice shook.

"That I'm attracted to you, I have feelings for you. How can I not? I can't believe it took a drunk Tony to give me the courage to admit it." He took a step towards me and I was too shocked to step back. "Don't tell me you don't have feelings for me."

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't say I don't have feelings for you. Cause that would be a lie. And I can't lie to you."

An even more deafening silence pressed in on us. Steve's eyes darted around my face, lingering a bit too long on my lips, and I wanted him to kiss me. I needed him to kiss me. I thought he was going to kiss me. "Would you go on a date with me? Next Saturday? When I'm back from my mission?"

"Yes," I replied quickly and breathlessly. Please, please, please kiss me.

Just then, the door wrenched open and there was Tony in nothing but his underwear, swaying slightly. "Married yet?"