Steve gripped his head as he rolled over. What had he done last night? Had he actually managed to get drunk? He shook his head.. memories slowly coming back to him.
Tony had concocted a special drink, designed to inebriate Captain America. He shivered involuntarily at the thought of the sweet syrup-like liquid. It had been strangely lacking in the taste of alcohol, for something that was supposed to get him drunk.
"Why would you bother making something like this, Tony?"
"I get bored during Fury's meetings... so I started playing with molecules in my head. Wanna see my notes?" Stark held up several scraps of paper.
Pinching the bridge of his nose he willed back the small hangover he had acquired, before slowly opening his eyes.
Soft green drapes covered the window next to his bed. Wait... when did he get green drapes? He quickly scanned the room he was in, panic rising in the back of his mind as he did so. He was in an apartment that clearly wasn't his.
He looked down at the bed, finding evidence that some one had been there beside him at one point. A large blanket had been kicked off to the side and the sheets where ruffled. Steve knew that he didn't move much in his sleep, and if he had the blankets would have been kicked off around his feet or on the side he had slept on.
Steve lifted the sheet that covered his waist, when golden curls and his soft length met his gaze he knew he had done something he shouldn't have. Images of long obsidian locks and blue eyes then proceeded to cloud his mind. He could remember the soft touch of lips pressed against his heated flesh.
Just who had he slept with? He looked around again in a mild panic as a stray thought occurred to him. There was no evidence of a condom either.
"...Damn."
