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"Where to?" Friday asked as Steve got in the elevator.
"My living quarters please."
"Of course, Captain."
Steve stood with his hands folded, patiently waiting. The elevator slowed and Steve moved to get out, but Friday stopped him.
"We have to pick up Tony."
"Wait! Hold on Friday! Don't-"
Too late. The elevator doors opened, and Tony stumbled in, waving around an almost empty bottle of some kind of alcohol.
"Tony you shouldn't be drinking this much." Steve tried to grab the bottle but Tony snatched it away and took another sip.
"You shouldn't be telling me what to do." Tony finished the bottle and set it down. He slid close to Steve and rests his head on his shoulder. "Did I tell you that I really like those pants on you?" Tony reached down to grab Steve's ass, but his hand was swatted away.
"Tony you're drunk."
"My head is clear." He reached again but was swatted again.
"Tony! I told you no. Friday, is the elevator even moving?" Steve was getting frustrated, he just wanted to leave.
"No Captain, Tony told me to hold it."
"Thanks Friday." Tony mumbled.
"Tony! You can't hold me here. Friday bring me-"
Tony cut Steve off by pulling him into a deep and rough kiss.
"T- Tony-" Steve pushed Tony off of him, and walked to the door of the elevator. "What the hell?"
"Just having a little fun Cap." Tony pulled Steve against himself. "Come on baby, please."
"No. You're drunk. Friday take me to my quarters please." Steve sighed.
"What's wrong baby? Does the 100 year old virgin want to stay that way forever?" Tony gently rocked his hips forward.
"No, you're drunk. I thought that you were done drinking. What happened?"
"Nothing happened." Tony snapped. The elevator dinged and the door opened. "I guess i just can't be as perfect as Mr. Captain America." Tony scoffed and stepped out of the elevator.
"Tony." Steve followed him out of the elevator grasping at Tony's hand. "Tony wait-"
"Stop!" Tony turned around and pushed Steve back. For every step that Tony stepped towards Steve, he stepped back. "Shut up! Just shut your damn mouth for a second! Just because you are the leader of the Avengers doesn't make you any better than me or anyone for that matter!" Tony was now yelling. "See you don't get to tell me what to do in my own damn building. And you sure as hell don't get to judge me for my decisions. You know, sometimes I hate you!"
Steve's back hit the elevator. "Tony... You- You don't mean that. Tony I'm sorry. Please. i love you so much and I'm sorry. I just love when we do stuff together and you only want one thing when you're drunk. "
"Oh sorry I'm not good enough for you." Tony slapped the elevator button.
"N-No! That's not what I said and that's not true!" The elevator door opened and Tony was able to catch Steve off guard and shove him to the elevator floor. "Tony-"
"Goodnight Steve." Tony turned around and grabbed a small vase and threw it at the wall. It made a loud bang when it hit the wall, and then when it shattered and hit the floor.