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Birdy's POV

"Damn," I mumbled, leaning on my arm. "You're good at chess, Bruce," I told him. He gave me a smile.

"Thank you. You're not good at chess."

I laughed. "Thanks." I stand up and say, "I'll talk to you later. I'm gonna go do something that doesn't make me feel all that stupid." He laughed and I walked away, looking around as I do. Tony's tour didn't go very far the other night. I got sick of the perverted comments, so I left.

I was walking past one room when I heard a huge thud from the inside. I looked at the door nervously. "This is where the magic happens." Tony's voice flashed through my mind. I knocked nervously.

"Tony?" Some sort of moan replied. I knocked again. "Tony?" Another moan. So, I just walked in. "Tony!" I gasped upon seeing him slumped against the wall, a bottle of liquor in his hand.

Tony's POV

Pepper laughed and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my forehead to hers and smiling. "Can we talk about my twelve percent now?"

I laughed and held her tighter. "Nope." She put on a ridiculous puppy dog face.

"Oh, but please?" I grinned.

"Might have to persuade me a bit." She smirked and leaned up a bit to whisper in my ear.

"Tony?"

Birdy's voice pulled me from the flashback to make me realize I had fallen back against the wall, a bit of my drink splashing onto my face. She called again, "Tony?"

The next thing I realized my head had hit the wall, and I moaned in pain. Then the door open, shedding bright light into my bedroom. "Tony!" Birdy ran to my side, crouching down beside me, her pale face blazed with deep worry. The alcohol influenced me to mumble, "Pepper?"

"It's Birdy, Tony. You know, Tweety Bird? Bird Brain?"

I blinked slowly. "Birdy?" She smiled softly.

"Yeah, it's Birdy." She pulled the bottle from my hand, and I didn't try to stop her. With difficulty on her part, she pulled me up to my feet and I groaned, falling against her. Pepper was about the only thing on my mind.

Birdy's POV

Dammit! I thought, fighting to keep myself and Tony on our feet, looking around for a place to put him. Then I remembered something Reynolds did to me when I was drunk once.

I dragged him over to the bathroom door, shoving it open with my shoulder and pulling him in. "Okay, Tony," I said, panting slightly. "I need you to get in the tub."

He clambered in without argument or question, leaning up against the wall, his eyes red. Had he been crying? I ignored it as I said, "Now sit down."

"Why?" he asked. "Am I taking a bath?" His words slurred together, and his eyes fought to focus on me. I nodded.

"Yep."

He nodded and sat down, leaning on the edge of the tub. I grabbed the shower head and he said, "What are you doing with that?"

"Just making sure it's alright," I replied, reaching over and turning on the water. Water spurted out of the tub faucet, splashing onto his pants.

"Brr..." He fumbled his hand under the water spray, as if trying to stop it. "It's too cold, Birdy..."

"It'll warm up," I promised, though it was a lie. He nodded. I knew I was about to get wet, so I pulled off my shirt, knowing he was drunk and would never remember it. He cocked his head to one side.

"Are you gonna take a bath too?" he asked.

"Um, something like that." I nodded. I pointed the shower head at him, and pulled up the switch so it went to shower. Cold water spewed all over him and he yelled, "Birdy!" I looked away, closing my eyes tight and keeping it directed on him. He yelled again, "Birdy! Turn it off!"

"No!" I yelled back.

"Yes!" The water switched off suddenly. Shit. He had control of the water. Right. I nervously glanced at him. He was standing, dripping water into the tub, his clothes soaked. The arch rector glowed brightly, and he glared at me.

"I-I, uh..." I bit my lip and whacked the shower head against my palm. "I'm sorry, Tony..."

His eyebrows went up slightly. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Yeah?" I asked, looking up at him hopefully. He cupped my face in his hands and brought my lips to his. The thought of kissing Anthony Stark suddenly wasn't appalling. It felt...right. His hands slipped down my body to rest on my waist, and I remembered I was shirtless. It embarrassed me, but Tony didn't seem to mind a bit. And my content sigh only encouraged him...

Steve's POV

"Is Tony doing okay?" Bruce asked me. I shrugged, having not seen him in a few hours. "Go check. He said something about getting some a drink from his room."

I stood up without argument, walking to Stark's room. I knocked lightly. No answer. I knocked again, harder this time. Still no answer. So I opened the door and peeked my head in.

Well, I found Tony. He was asleep, a look of pure content on his face. Birdy's expression matched his exactly, but she was tight in his arms, both of their breathing steady. She had a blanket pulled up to her chest, and it covered Tony, too, but it didn't take a genius to know they were both naked under it.

I lightly shut the door behind me, my eyes wide. I thought Birdy was different. I thought she'd never fall for Tony's charm. And I certainly didn't imagine she'd ever be that intimate with someone before marriage!

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