Woop woop. Yet another update down. Seriously for the full experience of this fic listen to all Sia songs while reading cause that's all I do when I write. Warning for smut ahead! Enjoy and again, please don't kill me.

Sunlight peers through the windows landing right on her face. The light causes her to stir. Her eyes part slowly only to be bombarded by light. A small groan leaves her lips as she turns. Suddenly her body hits something hard behind her. Her eyes snap open freezing in her place. She replays her memories in her head trying to recall something of some sort of worth. She remembers Stark offering to celebrate, turning him down, Buck's…

God the tequila…

She raises the sheet slowly careful not to disturb whoever has their arm around her from behind. Yup. She's naked… She clenches her teeth letting out a quiet sigh. She has to figure out who's behind her. Best case scenario, it's a stranger. Worst case scenario, it was a fan. Okay… She can do this. Mustering all of the courage she could she spins all of the way around. Dizziness overwhelms her pulling a string of curses from her mouth.

Slowly her world settles once more so she can see her partner. His face looks peaceful in sleep. His hair is slightly off and there are indentations in his shoulders, most likely from her nails. Guilt settles deep in her gut. It's Phil…

Definitely worst case scenario.

Bile builds from her throat forcing her out of the bed. She dashes to her bathroom not minding a thing. She barely makes it to the toilet before she's losing the contents from her stomach.

She slept with her best friend. She slept with the person she can actually stand in this whole world. She slept with the man that she might even love.

Oh god. Don't think of that.

She can't even remember anything.

Her mind buzzes as she realizes she's naked and her little dash almost certainly woke him up.

Fuck.

Her eyes skim over the bathroom before she spies something crumpled by the door. She shakes it out realizing it's his shirt. Well… Better than going out naked.

She slips the Captain America shirt over her head just as there is a knock on the door. Hell of a timing…

Phil pokes his head in with a sympathetic look. She's a mess kneeling on her bathroom floor and he is just looking at her like he did that night… The night that Eva...

He doesn't even hesitate kneeling beside her. He takes her hand gently placing three pills on her palm. He sets the glass of water on the floor beside her before standing without saying a damned word.

She hates how well he knows her.

She takes the pills as he brushes his teeth with the spare toothbrush she has always kept for him.

When they were younger it wasn't uncommon for them to end up at the other's house overnight. Whether it was nightmares or they were memorizing their lines and lost track of time. They always kept small things for the other just in case it was one of those nights. He kept her favorite brand of tea, she kept a box of coffee for him.

He leaves her to shower still not even speaking to her. Understanding just reflects in his eyes as he steps out of the bathroom.

When she comes out the smell of coffee permeates the air causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. The headache is dulled at least. She gets dressed in her own clothes with a frown she steps into the kitchen.

"I know you don't like it but it will help with the hangover." Phil states without even turning around. His back is a lot more muscular than she would think. Long trails of red scratches pattern them causing a blush to creep up her neck.

"How are you not freaking out over this?" She asks with a frown.

"We were both drunk and I don't remember anything so I'm assuming you don't either. Besides, you were upset over Andrew."

"I took advantage of you." Melinda points out crossing her arms.

"From what I can remember it was very consensual."

"What do we do?" She asks with a sigh.

"We pretend it didn't happen." He states turning to walk over to her. "I don't want this to ruin what we have Mel…"

"Neither do I."

"Then we won't let it." He says taking her chin his fingers. "You're my best friend."

The words settle deep in her gut. Friends… God all she wants is to remember.

"Now eat." He smiles placing a plate in her hands before moving back to the coffee pot. "It'll make the hangover better."

"Phil…"

"Yeah?" He turns back to her holding two mugs in his hands. He looks so damn domestic. She can't help but think they could have had this. She could wake up with him by her side. She could keep his toothbrush in her bathroom without having to provide an excuse to her mother when she decides to visit. She could wake up to his cooking. To him in nothing but jeans as he cooks for her.

"I… Thank you." She forces a smile.

"Anything for you Lin."

God she's screwed.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Hello? Earth to May?" Melinda shakes her head at the voice in her ear. Daisy waves a hand in front of her face as she watches Phil talk to Stark about their next scene. "You looked like you were miles away."

"I'm fine. Just a long night."

"Yeah I heard." Daisy sighs. "How is Andrew? He really helped me after my mom… You know…"

"He's healing. He hasn't woken up yet but he's expected to have a full recovery."

"I'm glad." Daisy smiles her eyes following where she's looking. "Anxious about today?"

Anxious was an understatement. Her and Phil just had a one night stand that neither of them could remember. Now Stark switches the dates around so they have to film their sex scene today. "I guess you could say that."

"You've been staring for half an hour." Daisy points out. "I'm surprised he hasn't noticed yet."

"I wasn't staring I was… watching."

"Busted." Fuck. The kid is a better liar than she is. "Do you like him? I mean you've been working together for years and the tabloids-"

"Don't believe the tabloids." She snaps, harsher than necessary.

"Just saying. Maybe they're on to something." Daisy smiles letting the comment roll right off her back. She just falls silent, which apparently, was the wrong choice. The girl gasps gripping her shoulder. "You do like him don't you?" She questions excitedly. "That's such a cute story. Best friends to lovers."

"We're not lovers."

"Yet." Daisy smiles wiggling her eyebrows. The executive producer grips her shoulders bouncing lightly on her toes. "You have to tell him."

"No I don't." She frowns.

"Of course you do." Daisy gasps again. "What if you do it on a talk show?" Her eyes are wide with ideas. "It'd be like Peeta and Katniss. I mean you're more Katniss than you are Peeta but-" Again a gasp as her mind switches paths. "You'd be philinda! I can hear the shippers already."

"No you can't because it's not happening."

"But-"

"We're friends. Best friends. That's what he told me."

"But movies-"

"This isn't a movie Daisy. This is life. I've done too much." She clenches her teeth with the statement. "He deserves more."

"That's not true."

"Apparently you haven't been reading as much of the tabloids as you think. I'm too cold. I intentionally ruined Kara's career. I used Ward for sex and took advantage of him because he actually wanted you. I drove my ex-husband into a crash that could have resulted in his death." Melinda sucks in a breath resisting the heaviest one from rolling off her tongue.

"It's not your fault." Daisy says suddenly all of the excitement zapped from her body. "None of what happened is your fault."

Melinda's eyes fall on Phil as he laughs with Bobbi and Mack. "Is it?"

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"I'm just saying Jemma, is that we could have done a lot better job on the look of Mystique." Fitz remarks with five bobby pins between his teeth.

"I thought Evelyne Noraz did a fantastic job!" Jemma defends.

"Fantastic? The poor girl's hair looked like they forgot to wash the red dye out of her hair before pushing her onto set."

"That's been the character design since 2000!" Jemma cries contrary to her movements as she lightly runs the eyeliner over Melinda's eyes.

"Yes but Rebecca Romijn didn't look like she bathed in koolaid for three years straight."

"It's been sixteen years since their method was used."

"And you would think they'd stop making Mystique technically walk around naked. How do her clothes warp with her? How does that even work?" He questions twisting May's hair into a tight ponytail.

"It's special effects Fitz. It's not supposed to make sense."

"You know what wasn't special effects?"

"Pan's Labyrinth." Jemma deadpans switching to the blush.

"Exactly! All makeup and costuming. Genius work at it's finest." Suddenly his hands still staring down at the back of her neck. "Oh bloody Nora."

"What?" May questions, as her eyes snap open.

"Oh nothing, just a little code 23." Jemma seems to get the hint grabbing concealer, foundation, and some sort of powder she doesn't recognize. May turns her chair before the artist can work spying the rather large hickey she's sporting on the back of her neck.

"Neither of you say a word." She warns the two glaring.

"Our lips are sealed."

"Not a word." The two's words blend as they nod.

Silently they get back to work but she's almost sure she can hear them whisper as she steps out.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

James opens the door raising an eyebrow. Her heart pounds as he looks at her confused. He's wearing only sweatpants and looks like he was just about to go to sleep.

"Elizabeth? Is there something wrong?" She purses her lips before pulling him to her. Their lips smash together in a heated battle. He pushes her back against the door, his lips trailing up the side of her throat. Her arms wrap around his shoulders as she nips at his bottom lip. His hands trail up her arms pushing her jackets off her shoulders. Next to go is her tank top landing somewhere on the other side of the room. She guides his hands to her breasts smirking.

"Cut! Switch to camera two and keep going." Tony calls.

God memories were flashing before her eyes… Her legs wrapped around his waist with his lips at her throat.

"Action."

Elizabeth places a hand on his bare chest walking him backwards until he falls onto the bed dumbfounded. She reaches behind herself unhooking her bra. She slowly slide it off her arms before throwing it aside. His hands settle on her hips pushing her jeans down.

"Move to camera three." Tony commands.

James's lips brush against her abdomen before he pulls her down onto his lap. She bites her lip tipping her head backwards as he latches onto her right nipple, sucking lightly.

"Fuck James…" She whispers reaching down to push down his own pants.

"Camera one!" He calls as they adjust so he's laying with his head to the bed frame. She straddles his lap as the crew settles the blanket so that it hooks onto the belt Fitz designed.

"Are you ready?" James asks carefully. She just nods settling her hips against his. A gasp escapes her lips, a small smile twitching. His groan threatens to set her on fire. She begins to thrust slowly building up the rhythm.

"Okay now both one and five up!"

His hands slide up her hips until he's cupping her breasts. She picks up her speed until suddenly she arches her back. Her head tips back as she cries out his name. She collapses on his chest, her lips pressed against his throat.

"And cut! Beautiful!" Melinda let's out a sigh of relief as he doesn't call for her to do it again. She's not sure she could take another moment of him looking at her like… that.

"Good work." Phil chuckles placing his hands on her back. All she wants to do is melt into his arms and stay there. She wants to pretend this is real…

Instead she stands letting one of the crew members, Elena, pass her some clothes. She quickly gets dressed in the simple tank top and leggings.

A figure clapping from behind the cameras grabs her attention.

"Good job." Andrew smiles. God he looks awful. He's supporting himself on a crutch and he has a bandage taped across his forehead where his stitches would be.

"You're awake." She gapes. "And out of the hospital. When did you even wake up?"

"Last night." Guilt settles in her gut at the statement. She should have been there and instead she… God everything is so fucked up.

"I should have been there." She frowns.

"It's fine Melinda. They checked on me. Everything was fine but they wanted to keep me overnight just to make sure nothing went awry. I left earlier today and I wanted to see you." He reaches for her arms only for her to pull away.

"Why? I drove you away after all."

"No you didn't. Melinda… I still love you."

"You abandoned me." She scoffs.

"I know and I will never regret anything more in my life. It's just I was low on patients. I needed the money and Stark made me an offer. I was weak and I-"

"Excuse me?" She interrupts, her jaw dropping at his statement.

"Oh god." Andrew stops realizing the words that had spilled out of his mouth. "Melinda I-"

"Stark paid you… to leave me?" She asks slowly.

"I-"

"You told me you left because you were scared." She seethes trying to contain the anger slowly building.

"I lied."

"No shit."

"Stark said he needed you in his new movie and that you were planning on settling down. He said you were planning on leaving the business."

"That was my intention." She growls.

"But he offered to pay me if I-"

"How much?"

"Melinda I-"

"How much did he pay you?" She questions almost like it was a threat.

"A million."

"You left me for a million dollars?" She cries out.

"Melinda please understand-"

"Get out." She hisses ready to launch at him.

"Melinda!"

"Before I throw you back into the hospital." She threatens. If she's being honest with herself, she just might. He gives in stepping out of the room. She's seething at this point. All she wants to do is punch something. Her eyes fall on Stark laughing on the other side of the room. She can hear Phil calling her name as she passes but she's dead set on her target.

"There's my shining st-" She cuts him off with a punch to his surgically perfect nose. He falls back rather ungracefully.

"You bastard!" She screams straddling him as she punches him repeatedly. A pair of arms wrap around her waist yanking her from Stark. He scrambles away as Phil drags her backwards. He's trying to keep her steady but she won't stop thrashing.

"Hey. Hey!" He calls. "Relax. It's me. Melinda I know you're angry but you need to calm down." Damn right she's angry. She's fucking livid. "Hey… I'm here. Just focus on me and breathe." Reluctantly she gives into his arms. Her body just gives up on her as she slumps. Numbly she watches people surround Stark to make sure he's okay. Others just stare at her, fear filling their eyes. God… They're looking at her as if she's a monster. They're looking at her like they looked at her after Bahrain… Bile builds in the back of her throat as she pushes herself from Phil's arms. She runs as fast as she can to the trailer.

Little did she know somebody had filmed the entire thing.