"So... Are you gonna give me all the juicy details? Was she hot? Did you do her missionary? Or did you get kinky?" Tony's Cheshire cat like grin shone brightly as the questions flew from the billionaire's mouth.

Steve simply rubbed his temples in response, following the man down to the laboratory under the mansion, inwardly planning on finding something on the lab's city wide scanners that would warrant him donning his shield and physically assaulting the first neerdowell he found.

What was he thinking? He should have gone into hiding or something after last night. How could he have not known that Tony would show up at the mansion to ask him about his experience being drunk for the first time in seventy years?

Maybe it wasn't too late... He could still knock Tony out cold, grab his personal effects from his quarters, and perhaps find an old bomb shelter somewhere and bolt the door closed.

His headache bloomed into a full blown migraine then. He must have gone off the deep end at some point. Running from problems was never something he did, much less contemplate.

Hot breath upon the shell of his ear, whispering... pleading... smooth toned legs wrapped around his waist..

He gave an aggravated groan.

And of course he kept remembering things like that! How was he supposed to deal with anything, when snippets from the night before kept randomly popping up to the forefront of his mind.

"If you tell me how that concoction of yours worked again I'll tell you ONE thing about last night," He groaned again. Why was he adding fuel to the fire? He could see Tony silently cheering to himself.

"It's simple, the mixture itself wasn't meant to get you drunk, just lower your metabolism so that your body didn't burn through alcohol as fast as it would normally, the effects are temporary, but I didn't think that it would last you an entire night," Stark spoke, holding up a beaker of the aforementioned mixture.

"That's just great," Steve replied, taking a deep breath and walking over to the computer systems, fully intent on finding something... anything that could warrant Captain America's attention.

"So uh... you gonna tell me something about last night?" Tony asked slyly, sliding up alongside him.

"Missionary..."