Ow. My head. What the hell happened last night? I remember the boys leaving and red glasses of wine on the table. But what else?
My face was currently buried into my pillows, which didn't feel the softest that I've ever slept on. They had something on them.
I lifted up my head and saw red, what is that lipstick?, on the pillow case. Okaaaayy...what is this about?
I rolled onto my back, to rest my head on the clean pillows and sighed. What the hell happened yesterday? I looked at the clock. 7:15am. Okay, that's normal for me.
Forcing myself out of bed, I went over to the mirror. There was something written on my forehead, but I couldn't decipher what it was. Instead of trying to remember the events of yesterday, I took of my dress (I really wore this?) and stepped into the shower. The hot water relaxed my body, but I still felt a bit sick. Why does alcohol exist?
After my shower, I got dressed into some casual clothes. I would usually care about appearances, but at this moment in time there is one problem. I really can't be assed. I wore a black top and blue jeans.
I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I need coffee. I opened the door and luckily no one was up at this time in the morning. I went over to the coffee machine and started making my daily morning drink.
I heard someone walk behind me, but then stop. "You usually up this early?" I asked, even though I had no idea who it was. I turned round and saw Steve who looked like he was on the way to his bedroom. He was wearing gym clothes that stuck to his defined muscles and water was trickling from his hair down his face, making him look even more attractive than usual. He had obviously had a shower and got changed because his face had no traces of sweat.
"I..I exercise every morning. Training's always important." he replied. He seemed nervous, almost of talking to me.
"Are..you alright?" I asked.
"Sure. I mean..I'm fine." he said.
We stood in an awkward silence for a couple of seconds before I thought of something to say. "What do you want to drink?"
He hesitated slightly before saying "Just some water, thank you." He came over and sat on one of the chairs around the marble kitchen table.
I went over to the sink and ran the water. I tried to find the cupboard for the glasses, but Stark had too many doors. "Hey Cap, where's the glasses?" I asked.
"Second cupboard on the left of you." he replied. I reached up, grabbed a glass and turned the tap on. As the water filled up the pint glass, I tried to fill up the gaps in my memory. I have a faint image of Pepper upside down on a sofa. What was that about? We must have been seriously smashed.
"Maria?" Steve said. Suddenly, he was behind me and his hand was over mine, holding the glass that was over flowing with water. With his other hand, he turned off the tap. I looked at him, his face incredibly close to mine, and whispered "Sorry, I haven't exactly haven't been focused at the minute."
"It's okay. Don't let what happened this morning make you lose focus..if that..you know is what you mean by..by n-not being focussed?" he said, stuttering over his words.
"What happened last night? I can't remember anything?" I said, drying the glass and filling up the glass again.
"Nothing." he said, a bit too quickly.
I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn't see me. "Yeah. It really sounds like nothing." I said, giving him the glass and going to the table. I saw Stark enter the room and go to the coffee machine, but I just sat in a chair next to Cap's and leant my head against my forearms. I didn't really want to talk to anyone. It is too early. Wait, he was going to steal my coffee. "Stark, don't you dare." I said, my voice muffled by my arms.
"Agent Chill. Be quiet and let me drink the coffee. I will buy you your own machine for your room." he said.
Okay. That was a good offer. "Fine." I agreed and shut my eyes. I could feel someone beside me, probably Cap, breathing. Their uneven nervous tones made me definitely think it was Rogers. Stark's breathing was usually sluggish and he wouldn't dare get this close to me without getting his fingers snapped.
I heard people enter on the other side of the room. "Maria, are you alright?" I heard Natasha's voice ask.
My other method of response was a groan. I did want to know what happened yesterday, or this morning, though. I lifted up my head and asked "Can you remember anything from yesterday, because I am curious I had a huge smudge of red lipstick across my forehead this morning?"
"I bet Cap can." Clint said, smirking. Red started to climb up Steve's face. Did something bad happen?
"Cap?" I questioned. What is he hiding? He looked away and went towards the toaster. "What are you hiding from us?" I pressed on. I would ask 'What are you hiding from me?', but that would seem a little too personal.
Steve looked at me nervously, then switched his gaze to Nat, then Clint and then Tony. "How about you? Do you remember anything Stark?" Cap asked, a bit eager to change the subject. What is he not telling me?
"No." Steve had...what is that...relief in his eyes? "JARVIS, bring up a video feed from when we came back yesterday." Tony said, making Steve looked very alert. His eyes were wide and he said "I don't think that's such a good id-" he started, but got cut off by Natasha shouting her partners name on the screen.
"CLINT!" she shouted on the recording. Oh my goodness. My dress. What is that?
"What the hell am I wearing?" I asked, outraged by my own drunkenness. Natasha rolled onto the floor and Clint went after her. "Whoops. A certain Hawk helping their fellow Spidey in aid." Stark said, with a sly smile.
"Shut it, Stark." Nat snapped. She obviously didn't want to talk about this.
"Guys, I really don't think we should be-" Steve started, but got interrupted yet again. What didn't he want us to see?
"Cap, shut up and watch the video. We need to see whatever you obviously want to keep hidden." Anyone could see it.
Steve huffed and pleaded "Please don't."
"Hey Hawky." Natasha's voice brought us back to the video feed.
"Hey Black Widow."
"No, call me Tasha. Only you can call me Tasha. I like it when you call me Tasha. Only you can. It shows that I'm yours."
Wow. She really spilled things when she was drunk. "What the hell am I rambling on about?" Natasha questioned herself, but looked at Clint. I looked at Cap, who looked nervous. He knew what was coming up. We didn't. Well maybe Clint did, but he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He was too busy studying Natasha.
"I don't think you need much help with that." Barton's voice relayed through the video.
I saw him take her over to the mirror and I saw the words, but couldn't really believe it. "Does that say 'I love Hawk'?
"Have you read yours yet?" she asked back.
"No, why?" What is she talking about? I looked at my forehead, trying to not feel ashamed for my clothing.
"You looked so stupid Natasha."
"Says you! Have you seen your forehead?"
"What?"
Oh my god! "Does that say what I think it says?" I asked.
"If you think it says 'Cap 4 me' then yes it does." Clint said smugly. I can't believe this.
"I really don't think we should be watching this!" Steve said. I could see the anger rise in his body.
I was staring straight at the screen. I was kissing Cap. I was freaking snogging Captain America. And I was pushing his against the wall.
"Shut up Capt-what?" Natasha started, but stopped herself when she saw me practically dry humping Steve against the wall.
My mouth was wide open. I hate drunk me. Well, I kinda like drunk me a bit for it.
"Get it, Capsicle!" Stark shouted.
Steve just turned around and glared at him, but it seemed that he was more embarrassed about the whole situation than annoyed at Tony.
My eyes were wide open, unblinking, and I was trying to move, but I was transfixed on the television. Of course I want that to happen with me and Cap, but sober, not drugged up on alcohol.
"Maria!" Pepper shouted on the video, but I didn't move. Neither did this morning's me.
"MARIA!" Pepper shouted again. I snapped out of it and so did the girl on the screen.
I looked back to the screen and watched me give Steve one last kiss on the lips, walk away and leave him stuck on the wall.
Natasha began talking on the film, but she just said "Pause." Be professional about this.
"I'm sorry for being so rude, Captain." I said to him.
"It's Steve, remember. And...you have nothing to be sorry for." he replied.
I just smiled at him and looked down at the table saying "Play" not wanting the attention on me whilst I blushed. I knew that Steve would still be staring at me, but I didn't care.
I kissed him. I kissed Steve. I know that I can't remember it, but at least I did. I felt a little bit better after watching me do so. Even though I looked like a cheap stripper.