This chapter was actually written before the previous one so basically all I had to do was add in the sections that somehow relate to it...and think of a title. Damn those titles to hell, I nearly broke my brain trying to think of a name for this thing and well, you see how great that went...

Anyways, I dropped two lines in Spanish into this one, they have little to no relevance to the story but in case you don't speak Spanish and are interested in knowing what was said, you can scroll to the very bottom of the page. I listed English translations right under the line where the fic ends :)

Hope you'll enjoy it!

Steve stopped the engine and got off his bike. The noise from above reached his ears instantly, making him sigh deeply. At the moment, him and Tony were the only Avengers left in the tower. Thor had to leave for Asgard, Clint and Natasha had an emergency to handle and Hulk went on one of his solitary trips that usually lasted anywhere from a day to a couple of weeks. They were gone only for the last 8 hours but to him it felt like days. Because out of his entire team, he just had to get stuck with the one person that seemed to hate him from head to toe.

Ever since their last argument on the Doombot mission, Tony avoided him like the plague and he noticed that instinctively, he did the same. They spoke to one another only when absolutely necessary, keeping the conversations short and to the point. Tony went so far as to cutting his jokes to a minimum and calling him exclusively "Captain". It sure felt better than being called "Capsicle", "Spangles" or "old man" at least ten times a day, but it still made him feel uncomfortable. Especially the way the other man said it. Whenever the word came out of his mouth it sounded forced, as if he'd much rather call him an asshole or something even worse.

He took in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders nervously. There was a party going on right in the main hall and if he wanted to get into any other part of the tower, he had to enter the hall first. Preparing himself for the worst, he stepped in.

The first thing he noticed were the colorful flashing lights that almost blinded him. Rock boomed from a huge audio set in the background and girls spun around four poles that someone installed right in the middle of the room. Their high heels made them at least a head taller than their actual height and calling their outfits skimpy would be an understatement. He scanned the room for the nearest way out.

"¡Bailate conmigo, querido!" exclaimed a rather petite-looking Latin American girl in a neon-green bikini as she threw herself around his arm.

"No, gracias." replied Steve as he walked further into the room.

"Oh, you really are something." purred a blonde in a cute kitty outfit.

"Ladies, please, I'm just looking for-"

"Me! He's looking for me!" hollered a familiar voice from behind him.

Steve turned around and tried his best to maintain a neutral expression as the billionaire staggered towards him. Naturally, he was surrounded by a flock of girls and completely shitfaced.

"Hey there, Stars-n-stripes! You came just in time for the grand finale!" he proclaimed enthusiastically.

The stench of whisky coming out of him was sickening and considering the lack of articulation Steve was quite proud of himself for being able to make out what the other man just said. His thoughts went racing.

Did he just willingly come up to me, crack a joke and call me Stars-n-stripes? He must be completely wasted...probably won't remember anything I'll say...but what the hell do I say...

Tony grinned widely and put a friendly hand on his shoulder, making him downright gape at him. "She broke up with me, Cap. She left me because she couldn't bear that I risk my life as Iron Man while she does nothing. Can you believe that bullshit? But fuck it, I'm cool with it! Actually, I love every minute of it!" He turned to the girls. "We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight!" Having that said, he emptied his glass all at once. "Party on, girls!"

A strong arm grabbed him by the shoulder, causing him to whirl back around. Brown met blue. Tony tried to say something, but all he managed was a loud burp. Had it not been for Steve's arm on his shoulder, he'd probably collapse to the floor face-first. He doubled over, bile rising in his throat. Steve grabbed him with both his hands and shook him as if to try and steady him. He started dragging him away from the party, but it was too late. Tony made a choking sound and fell to his knees vomitting.

"Wake up. Stark, wake up." insisted a voice from somewhere above him.

He let out a hoarse moan. His head was heavy and pounding and his eyelids felt like lead. In fact, his entire body felt about a dozen times heavier. It was as if he got ran over by a car. Repeatedly.

"Stark."

He groaned something that remotely resembled 'leave me be'. This was probably the worst hangover he ever had and he wasn't going to face the agony of getting up just because someone wanted him to, although the voice did sound familiar...

"I'll drag you out of that bed myself if I have to."

He struggled to open his eyes. The light that followed caused him to groan in pain and for a second there he thought that he went blind. His vision adjusted slowly, forming blurred shapes and faded colors. He focused on the shape above him as it started transforming into a face. The view was still blurred on the edges but at least he could recognize most of the features now. The short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, lips pressed into a tight line...

"Cap?" he wheezed.

"Here. This should help with the headache." replied the other man holding out a glass for him.

Using all the strenght his wrecked body could muster Tony managed to sit up. His entire world spun and for a moment it looked like he's going to fall right back. He let out a pained groan and rubbed his head. It felt like he had a goddamned horse kicking it. He reached for the glass and took a sip.

"Orange juice..." he commented. "How did you know..."

Steve just shrugged: "This isn't the first hangover I'm trying to get rid of."

"What time is it?" Tony heard himself croak.

"Four in the afternoon. I already cleaned up most of the mess you made." He gestured towards the nightstand with a big plate of omelette sitting on top of it. "You should eat some breakfast before you puke your guts out again."

"Did I..." He burped loudly. "Did I puke on you too?"

"Yes. More than once."

Tony buried his face in his hands. "Didn't mean to..."

That was as close to a sorry as Steve could hope for. "Figures."

"Uggh..." groaned Tony as he rubbed his face against his palms. He had a severe case of migraine and his stomach was literally doing somersaults...felt like he could puke again any second. "I'm a mess..." he muttered.

Steve decided that it would be better if he didn't comment on that statement.

"You made that yourself?" asked Tony, making a vague gesture towards the nightstand.

Feeling a strange urge to lighten the mood somehow, Steve nodded: "I didn't poison it, I swear."

Tony stared at him, clearly trying to comprehend the fact that Captain America just tried to crack a joke on him.

"Well...um...I think I'm gonna go check if my shirt has dried." said Steve, feeling awkward suddenly.

Tony gave the food a brief look-over before turning his attention to the other man's departing back.

"Hey, Cap..."

"Mhm?"

"The food looks fine."

Steve seemed genuinely surprised. What was that? Some form of thanks perhaps? His lips quirked into a hint of a smile.

"You're welcome."

*¡Bailate conmigo, querido! = Dance with me, darling!

*No, gracias. = No, thanks.

So there goes the translation for those of you that need it :)

I really feel for Tony in this one. I've experienced all the stuff that I mentioned first-hand, pretty much the only thing I left out is that horrible dryness in the mouth...noticed that only after I was done so fuck it, you guys probably know how that feels anyway :P Or not, don't know about your drinking habits.

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