Tony Stark the voice of sober reason ….. What is wrong with this picture? …...

"Tony, how do you get yourself out of a shitty situation that you get yourself into?"

Tony simply stared into Pepper's blue eyes. "Are you serious here?" He smirked; then it slowly faded. "My God; you are serious."

Pepper played with the scotch glass in her hands.

Tony watched as she simply raised it to her lips and chugged the entire thing down. It was like one fall flow. He couldn't even see pulse points as she swallowed. He watched as the glass lowered; and she grabbed the bottle – and simply filled the glass to the very full rim. He opened his mouth to speak; when she brought the glass back to her lips, and simply chugged half the glass in one go.

Pepper set the glass firmly down onto the table. "Tell me."

"You." Tony simply stated. Leaning forward and removing the scotch away from his best friend. "You, Pepper Potts; you get me out of the shitty situations that I get myself into."

Pepper's eyes closed; "Shit!" She breathed. Her eyes shot opened, and she grabbed the bottle, and put it to her lips. Before Tony could even gasp she tilted her head backwards, and started to chug the very raw, and fine scotch down her throat. He finally came to himself and grabbed the bottle; and gently, but firmly jerked it away from her.

"How dare you Stark!" She growled red lines all ready running through her eyes. "G-g-g-give that back now!"

"No." Tony simply said. He grabbed the glass, and reached to the right of him, and put the bottle, and glass onto the counter – far enough away from Pepper; where she would actually had to stand to reach it. He had kept a firm and steady eye on his best friend as he was doing so. "Don't even think about it."

"Go to hell!" Pepper seethed.

"I'm all ready there." Tony leaned forward; and put his hand over her shaking left one. "I don't want you joining me there."

"Too late." Pepper hiccuped. "Too fucking late!" She felt hot tears steam down her cheeks.

"Talk to me, Pepper. Tell me what is going on? How can I help you." Tony squeezed her hand.

"L-l-like y-y-y-you can he-h-help me." Pepper smirked. "Y-y-ou are the poster b-b-boy of scr-ewed up hum-man be-eing kn-know-n of ma-n k-k-ind. G-Go-d s-s-ser-sously re-qret-ed creating y-you."

Tony blinked. "Tell me what you really think of me. Don't hold back." He blinked back the tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks. He tried telling himself that Pepper was beyond drunk right now – that she didn't mean what she was spewing. That no way in hell she would ever remember this moment. That this was all drunk talk.

It was hard to. Ever so damn hard.

Pepper blinked. "T-t-ony."

"Yeah." Tony gruffly said.

"T-t-ony." Pepper repeated.

Tony looked into her eyes and saw the raw pain in them. He forgive her for telling him the truth while drunk. Hell; he had forgiven her for every harsh thing she had ever said to him. After all she was his damn conscience after all. "Yeah this is Tony in front of you. Out with it Potts. What has driven you to this place?"

Pepper withdrew her hand from beneath his, and clasped both her hands against his cheeks. Tracing his cheek bones, and jaw line; "Why coul-dn't I ha-h-ha-ve be-en hap-py just lov-l-l-ov-ov-ing y-y-you?" She breathed. Leaning forward and placing her lips firmly against his own.

Tony firmly kept his lips closed. Even when her tongue licked soberly around, and around his lips. He breathed in the raw scotch that was reeking her breath. He winced when she bit his bottom lip hard. He finally managed to gently, but firmly push her from him. "Not going to happen Potts." He breathed out.

"You-ur l-lose." She pulled her chair backwards and stood to her feet. Falling forward and meeting the table face on.

Tony stood to his feet, and gently wrapped his arms around the thin waist of Pepper, and pulled her into him. "Just like ol' times." It had actually been a few months since he had seen his best friend like this. He turned and headed towards his bedroom. He didn't want the others to see Pepper like this. He knew that she would blame him for the state she was currently in if the others see her – before she had put herself together. That's one fight he didn't want to have.

Tony had a light in his eyes as he thought of what she had said. Even more pieces to the puzzle in his mind was put together. He just wasn't ready to confront her with the whole puzzle. Not until she was ready to face it head on.

Pepper Potts was so not ready to face it head on.

END OF THE DRUNKEN #2 ONE SHOT

A/N: I promise, I promise I'll have Natasha drunk in ONE of these drunken one shots.