For Glenda Bishop (Quotev)

You pulled up across the street from Stark Tower and parked your car. Tony requested that you didn't park directly in front of or beside the tower so tourists and other New Yorkers wouldn't get jealous thinking that he let someone besides the Avengers hang out there. You got out of your car and walked up to the main door, telling Jarvis who you were so he could let you in.
Some months ago, Loki had, for some reason that is still being determined, attacked the college you were studying at. He tried to enslave everyone on campus, apparently thinking that mindless college students would be easier to control than willful adults. He got about ten minutes of preaching and bossing before the Avengers should up and kicked him out. Your charming but outgoing nature made it easier for Loki to be captured, as he was too distracted by your confident opinions and willpower to really fight the others. Tony offered you to hang out with the Avengers at Stark Tower as a reward, and you quickly became friends with all of them.
The group now had Loki in captivity. Since Thor was still on Earth in case it needed saving, Odin felt that forcing Loki to remain there as well was a good temporary punishment. That and SHIELD wasn't done questioning him yet.
You passed his cell on your way to meet the gang. He watched you pass, and you could swear you saw something besides anger in his eyes. Longing, maybe? Regardless, you made your way to the main living room where the Avengers were waiting.
"You made it!" Tony called from the kitchen where he was mixing drinks. You shot him a smile and moved to sit down beside Natasha.
"Glad you could come," the redhead greeted. "It's nice to not be the only girl for once."
"What about Pepper?" you asked. You knew she visited once in a while.
"Pepper's nice, but she rarely comes around anymore. After she and Tony broke up, they spend as little physical time together as possible," Natasha explained. You nodded in understanding. It was hard to be around someone you once loved and had a relationship with.
"I thought we agreed to not mention her," Tony said unhappily, returning to the living room with a tray of drinks consisting of Odin-knows-what.
"Sorry, Tony," you replied. "I was just curious why she wasn't here much."
Tony nodded before passing out drinks. You accepted yours, deciding that since it was Tony mixing them it was probably safer to not ask what was in it.
The seven of you played games and watched movies- and drank, of course- until odd hours of the morning. Steve retired first, not really wanting to be around when everyone else got hardcore drunk (A/N: I dunno if you drink but for the sake of this story, you do). Bruce was next, favoring sleep over fun so that he could actually function the next morning. Natasha and Clint left together, undoubtedly to have some fun of their own behind closed doors. Thor eventually passed out on one of the couches. You fell asleep shortly after, but not even alcohol was strong enough to block out the thunder god's snoring. You vaguely remembered Tony picking you up bridal style and carrying you to a room on a different floor. He tucked you into a bed and laid down beside you, and you were too tired to question anything until the next morning.

When the next morning rolled around, you gave a yawn and held your head with one hand. Your temple pounded like someone was beating it from the inside with a sledge hammer. You opened your eyes slowly, noticing how dark the room was. You questioned if it was in fact morning. The clock on the table beside you confirmed your inquiries. You heard a soft buzz beside you and gently rolled over. Your eyes widened when you saw Tony's arc reactor. You lifted the blanket off of your body and gave a sigh when you realized your clothes were still on. You quickly glanced over at the billionaire and noted that he was wearing pajama pants.
You sat up and massaged your temples in a sad attempt to ignore the hangover. Just how drunk did I get, anyway? you wondered. You froze when you felt the body beside you shift and sit up.
"G'morning, Bree." Tony said sleepily, bringing a hand up to rub your back. You immediately tensed up. You had had a crush on the billionaire for quite some time now, but no one else knew. At least, as far as you knew, they didn't.
"Why so stiff, Blondie? We didn't do anything, I promise," Tony said with a yawn. You finally looked at him.
"Why am I in your room?" you asked slowly.
"You were falling asleep downstairs, but Thunder Man snores like a chainsaw so you couldn't really sleep. You don't have a room here and my room was closer than the guest rooms," the genius explained. You nodded in understanding, groaning when the action re-awoke the hammer in your head.
"Let's go downstairs. I know how to cure hangovers," Tony suggested. He got off the bed and offered you a hand. You accepted and left the room, letting him lead you to the kitchen.
Once there, you saw that everyone else was awake and making coffee. Thor looked completely fine, as though he hadn't drank any alcohol. You assumed that it was because he was a god and had a higher tolerance for it. Clint was in just his boxers with a smirk on his face, and Natasha sat beside him in a tank top and shorts and her head in her hand. Steve watched everyone with a confused expression. He had hardly drank anything so he wasn't feeling bad at all. Bruce tried to hide his smirk behind his coffee as he watched Clint and Natasha.
You couldn't help but blush at the clouded memories of last night, seeing Natasha in her nightclothes, and having woken up in Tony Stark's bed. Clint, of course, noticed this and decided to comment.
"Have some fun last night?" he asked, looking at you.
Your blush deepened. "Considering I woke up with all of my clothes on, I'm going to happily assume that nothing happened. Looks like you guys did something, though."
Natasha lifted her head to glare at you while Clint laughed. Tony and Bruce let out a knowing chuckle, glad to see a girl cracking jokes.

After a hangover-curing breakfast, Tony asked you to come back to his room. Ignoring the glances and smirks from the others, you agreed. Once there, you sat down on his bed and looked at him, wondering why he wanted to see you.
"I really like you, Bree. I mean that. If you were any other girl, things probably would have happened last night. But I could never hurt you or take advantage of you. I honestly think I love you," he said with a serious expression, his eyes never leaving yours. You stared at him for a moment.
"Really?"
He nodded.
You couldn't help but smile. "I think I love you too, Tony."
"Then you won't mind if I do this." With that, Tony placed a hand on the back of your head and brought you closer, closing the gap between you. You responded immediately, scooting closer and wrapping your arms around his torso. His tongue brushed your lip and you instantly accepted. You broke away after a few minutes, requiring air.
"How about it, Bree? Will you be my girlfriend?" Tony whispered, looking into your eyes again.
"I think I can handle that," you replied with a smile.