Steve never did understand Tony's idea of a party. While the music roared across the Avenger's mansion, Steve sat rather uncomfortably at the edge of the mass of dancing girls people. He had once thought it was because he was so socially awkward. But even Thor, who was from another dimension, was letting loose on the dance floor.
He swirled the whiskey in his hands. It wasn't like he could actually get drunk, much like Clint, who sometime around 1 had taken to sleeping comfortably across the couch. They had said it was something about the super-serum and his immunity to toxins and whatever.
Though because of this, Steve watched everyone completely lose themselves. God forbid there was a terroristic attack as Steve hated to think of them thwarting evil like this. Although he had claimed that these 'puny midgardian ale' would have no effect, compared to that of halls of Asgard, he was now stuffing his mouth with marshmellows, obviously feeling it 'manly' to win 'chubby bunny'. Even Natasha seemed to be getting a little tipsy, laughing hysterically at jokes even Steve realized weren't all that funny. The only person missing from all of this was Bruce, who feared that such a chaotic environment could cause another incident.
Steve was beginning to wonder if he shouldn't develop his own psychotic personality for an excuse. Just when Steve was debating about going upstairs, taking a long shower and leaving all of this behind him, another glass magically appeared in front of his face.
"You looked like you needed a refill," the voice above him said. Steve smirked as he realized the glass happened to be attached to the hand of none-other than Tony Stark.
Steve smirked. "You know I don't like to drink," he said, pulling up the glass he might have taken 3 sips of.
"Tony shrugged. "More for me then," he said taking a drink. Steve rolled his eyes as Tony flopped himself down on the couch next to Steve. Steve continued to look out at the ongoing party—oh, jeez, there went another top—until he felt an uncomfortable gaze upon him. He looked over at Tony, who was looking at him with a strange smile on his face.
"…Can I help you?"
"You wanna get out of here?" Tony asked bluntly. Steve visibly had to recover from Tony's sudden request.
"Excuse me?"
Tony smiled. "I know you're uncomfortable here. So let's go somewhere, just you and me." Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing. Tony flirting with him.
"You're drunk," Steve stated, pulling the glass of whiskey from Tony's hands.
"In my defense, I'm always drunk."
Which was why Steve hated himself for hoping that Tony wasn't.
Song: Eastern European Funk
A/N: I regret nothing!