The Game That Started it All

Hangover

Steve's POV:

As I close the door to Natasha's room I lean against it and sigh. So much clouded my mind with everything that's happened tonight. First off I can't believe that fucking pervert forced himself on Natasha, I'm so glad I had the opportunity to beat the living daylight out of him. Also, Nat seems to get very flirty when she's drunk so I really can't tell if she likes me or not. I mean she kissed me twice tonight but alcohol lingered in her breath each time. I don't know what to think so I head to my room just 2 doors down from hers and go to sleep, hoping Nat will remember what happened last night.

Natasha's POV:

I wake up from my slumber nightmare free with a throbbing headache. I hurt all over and turn groggily to my clock and read the time. 9:10am. I never sleep in that late. I try to refresh my mind from what had happened the night before. I remember truth or dare, I remember Bruce flirting with me and David. Oh god David that was not fun. But after that it all was a blur. Trying to place what situation was either my subconscious in a dream or reality with no luck, I shake it off and get out of bed.

I don't bother changing out of my shorts and over sized T-Shirt and head straight for the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. I grab 2 advil's and take them with water to help my headache. It feels like I have a concussion which I possibly could. I really have no idea what could have happened last night.

I sit down on one of the kitchen stools and groan at the pain in my head. I put my head in my hands and close my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" A voice says from behind me. I turn to see Tony with a huge smile across his face.

"Do you genuinely care or just starting conversation so you can have the opportunity to make fun of me." I ask annoyed.

"Both, but mainly the second thing you said." He laughs, coming into the kitchen.

"Well to answer your question, I feel like shit." I say closing my eyes again, my head still in my hands.

"I'm not surprised, you were a mess last night."

"Explain to me in detail what happened I can't place anything really." I ask, listening intently.

"Well after Steve dragged one of my engineers out of the kitchen you had a lot more to drink which is where I guess your brain started to get a little foggy." He says while I nodded painfully.

"Then you talked with Bucky for a bit I have no idea what about and then you rode Clint like a horse around the tower assaulting Bucky. But after awhile of that you both came tumbling down onto one of the couches, we had a great view of it all from the dining room."

I can't help but laugh a little at that part but I also wince at the fact that it was probably quite embarrassing.

"You then came falling into the dining room knocking over one of my paintings." He smiles, gesturing towards the painting in the dining room I had knocked down.

"And then you looked around the room wondering where the painting had come from." He laughs, "which is where I lost it and couldn't stop laughing at you. You said hi to Sam, Steve and I and Steve directed you towards your room because you claimed you forgot where it was."

I looked up at him with a face of disgust. I was such a mess last night I'm so scared I embarrassed myself. Before I had anymore time to think Steve came walking into the kitchen coming back from one of his runs.

"Oh and how could I forget the part where you called Steve pretty boy. So foolish of me." Tony laughs as Steve's face goes red. From the run or Tony's comment, we'll never know.