"FAH- A LONG WAY TO THE BAR, SO- I'LL HAVE ANOTHER BEER, LAH- LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA, TI- NO THANKS I'LL HAVE A BEER…"
"I haven't heard this version before," Vision observed, as the entire male portion of the party minus him swayed from side to side, their arms wrapped around each other. Thor had brought a funny little drink with him from Asgard, so even he and Cap were drunk.
"RE- A BLOKE WHO BUYS ME BEEEEEEER…"
"It's the best version," slurred Eva, who had her head in his lap and her feet in Sam's.
"ME- A MAN, I BUY BEER FOR…"
"The tabloids are going to have a field day tomorrow morning," muttered Romanoff, who was watching the men with a faintly amused expression. "We've been kicked out of… three bars now, is it?"
"On our way to a fourth, by the looks of it," replied Pepper, who had the fixed expression of somebody who had been in a similar situation many times before. "Tony, I think it's time to go home, don't you?"
"Pep, sweetheart, I'm gonna have to disagree with you there," replied Tony, "we're only halfway through the song."
"A song you've been singing on repeat for the last half an hour."
"We can change if you want."
"No!"
Eva started giggling, curling up into a ball and rolling off the booth's bench onto the floor.
"Listen- hic- Miss Potts," said Sam, breaking away from the gyrating chain to lean towards the CEO of Stark Industries. "Ev'rybody's completely- hic- fine. We're all just havin' a goo- where's Eva?"
"Under the table," said Vision.
"Oh. Hey, pretty girl."
"Hi, pretty bird man," said Eva, who had stopped giggling and was entering the lethargic state of drunkenness. "Where're your wings?" She crawled back up onto the bench and slouched over the back of it.
"Americans," muttered the red-clad girl, whose name Eva had learnt was Waynard. Wallis. Waleria. Something like that. "Lightweights."
"I think," Eva managed to say, "it's time f'more alclohlohl."
"Perhaps not," said Vision.
"Perhaps not not, by which I mean, perhaps yesly so." Eva became dimly aware of a cool, steady arm wrapping around her waist, and being guided out into the heavy night air. "Where's this?"
"Hush," said Vision, "I'm not letting you try and outdrink a god."
"I can do it."
"I'm sure you can, Eva, but not today."
"Hmmf," she said, as Vision walked with her down the near empty street. "This isn't the way to my flat."
"No," agreed Vision, "but the headquarters are closer, and quite frankly I don't trust you not to carry on drinking in your own apartment."
"But Rachel Carson-"
"Will be fine on her own for one night." She tripped over her own foot, and his grip on her waist tightened. "Careful. You know, you care more about that cat than you do yourself."
"God a problem wi'that, Oompa Loompa?" He didn't answer, and they walked- well, she staggered- along in silence. "Vision?" she said after an indeterminate amount of time, as the HQ's white gates opened silently for them.
"Yes?"
"Of all the friends I've ever hadden, you're the- WANDA!"
"Sorry?"
"Hot red girl's name is Wanda."
"It is indeed." The surface under her feet changed from concrete to smooth white stone, and Eva realized she'd left her graduation hat behind, on the head of Hawkeye. Oops. "Vision?"
"Yes?"
"I think I might be sick in a minute."
"Try and hold it in," he said quickly.
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