Thank you very much, Vylnetwilight and Jollyroger, for your requests for this continuation of drunk!Steve (teasing and paranoia afterwards). We pick on poor Steve so much :P Anyway, please enjoy this chapter!

Steve wasn't sure if he was being paranoid or not, but ever since that night that Thor had given him that special alcohol that had gotten him drunk - thanks, Thor - Natasha kept giving him weird looks. Mainly sly smirks, and it was completely unnerving. He wanted to ask her why- did something happen that he didn't remember? Was that even possible? He didn't remember being that drunk.

Great, now he was pretty sure he was being paranoid… but, all of these questions running around his head were making him anxious. Okay, he needed to ask Nat what happened. He pulled her aside during training while the others were sparring, trying to hide his anxiousness. "Nat, could we talk real quick?" He asked, hating it when she got that terrifying knowing smirk.

"Sure. Any particular subject?" She asked, willingly stepping to the side and out of the others' hearing range.

He fidgeted quite nervously, but couldn't quite stop himself. "What happened that night I got drunk?" He blurted, trying to keep this as quick and to-the-point as he could. He psyched himself up for the answer- he couldn't have done too much, right? Yeah, whatever the answer was, he could take it.

Her smirk widened somewhat in response as her hand rested on his chest teasingly. "Hmm… it was a long night." She replied softly.

Steve's breath caught in his throat as dread settled heavily in his gut. What the… hell? What had he done? Had he…? He couldn't possibly have… "Did we…?" Much like his thoughts, he couldn't finish the sentence, trailing off with an awkward choke. He had absolutely no idea if he could handle knowing that something like that had happened between them without his knowledge.

Natasha laughed, looking up at him. "Wouldn't you like to know." She looked down at his boxers region and then winked at him before walking off.

Well, shit.

After training was over, he snagged her again and pulled her off to the side. "Seriously, Nat, what the hell happened that night?" He demanded, totally not sounding desperate.

"Steve, I have better things to do right now than give you a minute-by-minute recollection of a night that happened a week ago." Natasha replied, placing her hand on her hip.

He groaned. "Nat, this is killing me! What if I did something terrible? It's unnerving, not knowing what I did!" He insisted.

Natasha set him a soft, teasing smile. "If it makes you feel better, you didn't strip in public or put anybody in hospital." She paused. "Feel better?"

Well, he could now cross a few possible atrocities off the list. "Sort of. But did we… you know?" Considering there was little to no romantic relationship between them, he felt uncomfortable asking such a question.

"Did we… what?" Natasha asked, faking ignorance, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes - but he knew that was an act.

He sighed in annoyance. "Did we sleep together, Natasha Romanoff?" He asked with frustration.

Natasha set him with another soft smile. "We did not have sex, and you slept in your own bed." She assured him. "Although… no, nevermind." She said, shaking her head.

Steve almost tore his hair out. "What?" He cried, tempted to shake her by the shoulders but knowing that if he did, he'd most likely lose a limb or two.

"Calm down." Natasha told him with a smile.

She couldn't possibly be serious. "Calm down? Why would I calm down? You've given me no reason to calm down! Stop playing games with me, woman!" He snapped.

Natasha stared at him for a few moments. "You have very interesting dreams, with Bucky and Peggy… and me, dancing and kissing you." She paused. "Oh, and sometimes I'm wearing white." Another pause. "Want to share that information with the team?" She asked.

Steve was still trying to get over the shock of knowing he'd shared that particular dream with Natasha when she added that last bit, and he almost choked on his own spit. "What? No! Why would you… ?" He felt like he'd trailed off a little too much lately, but he just couldn't seem to finish these sentences- this situation was so bizarre and infuriating.

"It's in the past now; it's not like I'm going to tell the team what you said, nor am I going to show them the video. So, why do you need to know? Surely it's not that important?" Natasha questioned.

"Video? Video? Why didn't you tell me you'd taken a video of me?" Honestly, why was he so surprised at this point?

Natasha sent him a sweet and innocent smile. "Oh, was that important?" She laughed slightly. "How about I show you later?"

Despite his raging embarrassment at what had already been revealed of that night, Steve decided that it was probably for the best to just get it all over with. Then at least he could fill in a small piece of the gaping hole in his memory. "Ugh, alright."

Natasha patted his chest before walking away, actually chuckling to herself.

Steve's face was completely red and hot by the time the video was over. What the hell had gotten into him? He was such an idiot! Ashamed, he looked away from Natasha, trying to figure out how he was ever supposed to live this down.

Natasha smirked slightly, handing him a flash drive. "I made you a copy of the video and other pictures that may or may not have been taken with prompting."

Steve's jaw clenched. "Why would you do that?" He demanded, sweeping the drive from her grasp and stomping it underfoot with a pointed look. "And who else has seen them?"

"It was just a bit of fun- you were all for it." Natasha stood up, obviously not amused at his small outburst. "That wasn't the only copy - and I've already told you that I haven't shown anybody."

He glared, then calmed himself down and sighed. "Well, thanks for that, at least. But please, Nat, please delete the pictures and the video."

"No."

"And why not?"

"Because, it's making memories. You might not see it now, but this isn't a bad thing." Natasha explained. "You'll probably never be drunk again… don't you want to have memories and evidence of the night? The one night you'll never be able to repeat?" Natasha questioned.

Steve was almost tempted to scowl at her. That was the weakest defense he'd ever heard. Still, he didn't really want to keep fighting, so he dialled it back a notch. "Nat, I don't want anyone to see me like that- it could literally ruin my reputation. How would any recruit respect me after seeing that?"

"You always talk to me about the awesome and crazy things you and Bucky did when you were younger, and how you wish you could show us." Natasha pointed out, handing him another flash drive. "You might come to that point again in life, wanting to share what happened - and you are Captain America, so you can just knock out anybody who dares to defy you."

"What, show them me saying stupid things with you making fun of me in the background?" He argued, crossing his arms.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever- I'll delete the fucking videos." She said, walking straight from the room.

Steve groaned. Why was it that every fight ended with him feeling bad?

~18 years later~

After evening training with the new recruits was over for the night, Steve was relieved to head home and drop his shoes in the closet. He was tired, and he couldn't wait to spend some time with his family before dropping into bed and sleeping until noon tomorrow. However, he didn't find his wife and son in their more frequented rooms of the house- and it was past dinnertime, so surely they weren't in the dining room… Laughter led him into the basement, into the entertainment room, where Natasha and James were seated on the couch, watching a video on the bigscreen TV. Steve froze when he recognized the video. Dear Lord...

Natasha glanced up, and within a second the TV was off. "Hey, Honey! You're back early." She said, overly chirpy.

James turned around and burst into laughter again. "When's Thor coming next? I really wanna see you drunk!"

Steve was caught between blushing in embarrassment or flushing in anger. He did both. "I'm not an alcoholic, James, so you'll never have to worry about seeing me like that." He said pointedly.

"Oh." James muttered with disappointment. He then looked between his parents. "You know… I think I have… homework… or chores… Yeah." He said, quickly darting from the room.

"Okay… I have a really good defense for this…" Natasha said, drifting off after every sentence, although she still looked highly amused with herself.

Steve put a hand on his hip and raised a brow. "And what would that be, dear?" He asked.

Natasha hesitated. "James wanted to try alcohol and I needed a deterrent?" She more asked than defended.

For some reason, instead of making him angrier, Steve wanted to laugh. He didn't, however, and kept up a fake angry face. No use encouraging her to do this again. "Nat, he's fifteen- he can try alcohol as long as he knows not to abuse it and that he can't drink any more of it until he's of legal age. Showing him humiliating video of his own father is counterproductive- how do you think he's going to look at me from now on?"

"Come on, he loves you." Natasha replied casually. "Besides, he's a visual learner. How is this different from you showing him a video of me killing eighteen hostiles for 'educational purposes' last month?"

Steve's jaw dropped. "He thought it was awesome! Besides, how else would he learn when it's okay to use his fighting skills to kill?" He defended.

Natasha crossed her arms. "And he thought this was hilarious - how else would he learn how alcohol can affect somebody? Especially somebody as seemingly untouchable as Captain America- his own father?" She paused. "And additionally, I don't want our son to ever need to kill anybody. He's still just a baby." Really, Natasha visibly hadn't aged a day since their Avengers days, yet the motherly protectiveness that crossed her face now made her seem years older- not that it was anything close to old, though.

"Uhh… I'm fifteen." James complained from behind the door, then they heard his scurrying footsteps head up the stairs as he must have realized he'd said that out loud.

Steve groaned. "In conclusion, you're a badass and I'm a bumbling drunk. Fantastic."

"Steve, we both know that you've always been the embarrassing parent." Natasha teased, smirking at him playfully.

"Shut up." He retorted, though he couldn't stop the small smile pulling at his lips.

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-Violet