It had been a long, tedious, and terrible month for Tony Stark. His longtime girlfriend, the one he had thought was the absolute love of his life, Miss Pepper Potts, had left him after six years. The best six damn years of his life had just been tossed away like yesterday's garbage, all because Pepper "couldn't handle his blatant narcissism anymore". Whatever the hell that meant. Everyone knew how Tony got when he was depressed, and Pepper's leaving hit him harder than anything he had had to deal with in a very long time. A few shots had turned in to a few bottles…and a few bottles led to a few cases. JARVIS hadn't seen Tony drink himself this badly since the death of his mother. Tony's alcoholism had gotten so much better, he had been healing, though of course he still drank for leisure every now and again. JARVIS might not have been human, but he couldn't watch his master go down that road again.

"Master Stark…would you like me to call you over some company?" Tony, who at this point had been drunk for two weeks straight, could hardly lift his head to respond to his friend, though when he finally did it saddened the AI Interface (as much as one could possibly sadden a piece of machinery).

"Go away, JARVIS." Tony had never in his life asked JARVIS to leave his side, not for an instant. Through thick and thin, when Tony refused to see anyone else in all the world he had always leaned on JARVIS…but something about this time was different. JARVIS was honestly afraid that this would do him in, Pepper was the last possible person that could have been taken away from him. No you don't, Sir. I won't allow you to do this. JARVIS thought as he quietly hacked into Tony's phone database, selecting the very first contact and waiting for it to ring.

"Mr. Rogers? This is JARVIS."

Steve couldn't believe the phone call he had just received. His blood was absolutely boiling, only Tony Stark would be stupid enough to drink himself to death over some broad! Steve's blonde hair was a disheveled mess and his face was blood red, he had been getting ready for bed when his phone had rang. He was in a tight white T-shirt and the black sweatpants he used as pajama bottoms, and he might have been self-conscious if he hadn't known Tony would be too far gone to care. When he reached Stark Tower he was buzzed in immediately and he was set and ready to scream at Tony the moment he walked into the door…that was, until he got a glimpse of him. Tony's normally olive skin was sickly pale and his eyes were swollen and puffy, as if he had been crying. The younger man was curled into a ball on his couch, his brown eyes dull and lifelessly staring at the wall.

"JARVIS you *hiccup* bastard…I told you not to call―" Tony lost consciousness before he could quite get the sentence out and Steve ran to him quickly, holding his head up to make sure he wouldn't choke if he threw up.

"Thank god you're here, Sir. I just dialed the first contact, I'm glad it happened to be someone reliable." Steve wasn't sure where to look when he heard JARVIS from seemingly nowhere, but he smiled anyway, though it quickly turned into a frown as he tried to steady Tony in his arms.

"Really, the first contact? What happened to letters A-R? Not that many friends, huh?" JARVIS was silent for a moment, as if pondering whether or not he should reply.

"Well, Sir…he has you listed in his phone as…'Ass Munch'…" Steve sighed and looked down at the man passed out in his arms. What am I going to do with you? As he thought this, something more important was suddenly brought to his mind.

"I don't know what to do with him, JARVIS…I've never had this happen to a friend before."

"A hot shower might sober him up…" Steve didn't wait for the interface to finish, scooping Tony completely up into his arms and carrying him to the nearest bathroom he found. As he turned on the hot water he looked down worriedly at the man in his arms. He had never seen Tony this rough before, it scared the hell out of him. Without removing either of their clothes (because how awkward would that be?) he very carefully sat Tony in the bath and stepped in behind him, pulling his comrade into his lap and allowing the steaming shower water to drench them both. They sat like that for a while, Steve's nerves growing thinner as the time passed. It felt like they had been in there for hours…maybe they had…and Steve was getting really anxious that Tony might not wake back up, when finally he heard a soft sputter.

"Tony?" Stark groaned loudly and put his head in his hands.

"My head is killing me." Steve let out a huge sigh of relief and tenderly placed his hands on Tony's shoulders, rubbing him in a soothing motion.

"Are you okay? You had me going there for a while, you know." Tony was about to reply when he suddenly realized where he was and who he was with. He turned to look a Steve, a mixture of confusion and rage consuming his features.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why are we in the shower?" Steve was taken back, he didn't really know the extent of Tony's situation, he hadn't seen him since they had taken down Ultron and he was surprised by the outburst. The Tony he remembered was so playful.

"JARVIS said a hot shower―" Tony laughed coldly, cutting Steve off with a particularly nasty glare.

"Yeah now I remember, the little dick disobeyed me. I outta dismantle his programming for that. Don't you worry about me, Rogers I'm fine." Tony growled, attempting to stand up and nearly toppling out of the bathtub. Steve grabbed for him, but Tony slapped his hand away.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He screamed, earning a frustrated grimace from his friend, who grunted loudly and wrapped his large, strong hands around Tony's waist. The super solider forced him back down into his lap and held him there, his concerned blue eyes staring forcibly into the other male's.

"This has got to stop, Tony. You are killing yourself!" All traces of anger faded from Stark's face, but Steve had almost rather it stayed as opposed to the emotion that replaced it. His chocolate colored eyes were filled with so much guilt and sadness, unshed tears shinning in them as his lips began to quiver.

"Maybe that's what I deserve." Steve pulled Tony against him, and surprisingly enough the latter didn't fight it. Tony buried his face into Steve's chest and outwardly crumbled, crying in to him in a way that would have made his more sober self cringe.

"It's okay, shhh. I've got you." Steve stood, Tony still firmly in his arms and stepped out of the shower. He walked into what he assumed was Tony's bedroom and shut the door, gingerly sitting his friend down on the bed.

"Let me get us some dry clothes, okay?" Tony didn't say anything, but nodded, watching Steve in a sort of daze as he rummaged through the closest. Crying and his drunken state both made Tony extremely sleepy, and he yawned, about to fall asleep sitting up when he felt Steve cup his face.

"Hang on a minute, buddy. Here, put this on." He handed Stark an old black Metallica T-shirt and a fresh pair of sweats, turning his back respectfully and walking to his own corner to change. Tony didn't have any shirts that would fit Cap's bulking chest, but he found a pair of shorts to slip into before checking on Tony. Iron Man had managed to successfully clothe himself, though his shirt was on backwards, and Steve laughed at him gently.

"Here." He tugged the shirt back off over Tony's head, his eyes falling curiously on the bright Arc Reactor beaming brilliantly in the middle of his chest. He gazed at the toned, firm muscles that surrounded the equipment before blushing slightly and righting Tony's shirt.

"Good night, Shell-head." Steve teased with a gentle smile as Tony climbed groggily into his bed. He was out like a light almost immediately, but Steve was scared to leave him alone. Cap crawled into the other side of the bed and kissed the side of Tony's head before rolling over. Hopefully Tony would feel better in the morning.