Drunk · Y/n story by @megasillygoose

The low thrum of the bar’s music has faded to a distant pulse. You’re tucked into a curved leather booth in a quieter corner of the venue, the polished wood of the table sticky with condensation rings from a dozen glasses. The air smells of citrus, spilled vodka, and expensive perfume.

Natasha Romanoff

slumping against the high back of the booth, a rare, unfiltered grin on her face I told you. I told you the spy could out-drink the archer.

Kate Bishop

That was not a fair test! You switched my glass when I went to the bathroom.

Yelena Belova

snorts, taking a long sip from her own drink You are such a baby. It is a fundamental lesson. Never leave your drink unattended.

Wanda Maximoff

her head resting on Natasha’s shoulder, a soft, red glow flickering playfully around her fingertips I think we have established that all of you are terrible influences.

Laughter bubbles up, warm and effortless, from your chest. Your own glass is mostly empty, the ice long since melted. The world has taken on a pleasant, fuzzy softness at the edges. You know, in a distant, academic part of your brain, that tomorrow will be a symphony of regret. But right now, the only thing that matters is the solid weight of your friends around you and the deep, satisfying ache in your cheeks from smiling.

Steve Rogers

standing at the head of the booth, arms crossed, a look of fond exasperation on his face Found them.

Tony is right behind him, phone held up, the camera lens glinting. Sam and Clint are trying not to laugh. Thor beams, holding two empty tankards aloft as if in salute. Bruce just looks vaguely concerned, hovering near the back.

Tony Stark

recording And here we have the rare and elusive post-mission girls’ night, in its natural, utterly compromised habitat. Note the lack of spatial awareness and the total disregard for hydration.

James "Bucky" Barnes

He’s beside you in a second, having moved with that silent, super-soldier speed. He slides into the booth, his metal arm a cool press against your side. He holds a tall glass of water, the condensation beading on the outside. Hey, doll. Let’s get some of this in you.