Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Avengers - Last Friday Night

A/N: I know Steve can't get drunk but bare with me 😅

The lounge was a mess.

Pillows were thrown everywhere, neon lights were still flashing despite the sun's morning rays shining through the windows. Streamers and confetti and glitter were littered everywhere and on everyone. Snores could be heard from the ones asleep and groans from the ones who were waking up.

Tony was lying upside down on an armchair. Thor was cuddling the TV with Mjölnir discarded in a box that looked suspiciously like cat litter. Bruce was in the corner surrounded by empty cardboard boxes. Natasha was lying next to Steve on the couch, both of them entangled in each other. Wanda was on a table covered in streamers. Sam was on the ground next to a coffee table and had a multitude of drawings on his face. Others were still completely knocked out but those few were beginning to wake up.

"What the hell happened last night?" Sam questioned, using the coffee table for support as he tried to stand up.

"There's a stranger in my bed." Bucky spoke up, coming through a door on the left side of the room.

He looked like hell but seemed at least somewhat awake. He stepped to the side so people could get a look just as you walked through the same door with your hair sticking out everywhere and huge circles under your eyes.

"That's (y/n)..." Natasha was the first to realise, squinting to get a look at you.

Bucky titled his head and looked at you, realisation striking him too. "That's why you looked familiar."

You waved weakly, putting a hand over your stomach as you felt ready to puke. "Hey."

"There's a pounding in my head." Tony then said, drawing attention back to the events of last night as he tried sitting up.

"There's glitter all over the room." Bruce chimed in, brushing some of the mentioned stuff out of his hair.

"And pink flamingos in the pool." You responded, pointing to the window.

"I smell like a mini bar." Said Natasha, flinching at her own scent.

"Uh, there's a dj passed out in the yard." Steve point out from the window he was looking through.

Wanda came over to take a look and furrowed her brows. "And barbies on the barbecue."

"I think that was me." You said, sliding down the wall so the world would stop spinning.

"That's why I remember a fire extinguisher?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, instantly regretting the action. "Most likely."

"Is this a hickey or a bruise?" Thor spoke up with a hand to his neck.

"Also me." You realised with a shocked face.

The others shared the look.

"What the hell were you doing?" Tony questioned.

"I think the question is 'who'." Natasha commented.

"Fair point. Giving weather boy a hickey and sleeping with one-arm. Jesus, (y/n)."

You smiled sheepishly. "I dabbled."

"Clearly."

Sam, who had been looking at his phone, now looked horrified. "Pictures of last night ended up online."

"I'm screwed." Several people said at once.

Tony shrugged his shoulders and slumped into the chair he'd passed out in. "Oh well."

"It's a blur." Wanda mumbled.

"I'm pretty sure it ruled." Sam told her, now showing the pictures.

"We danced on table tops?" Bucky asked, staring at Sam in shock when he found a video of them attempting Gangnam Style.

"We took too many shots."

"Steve, I think we kissed but I forgot." Natasha murmured.

"Last night was out of control." Bruce stated, jumping back when a giant blow-up doll bounced up from underneath a pillow fort.

"Is it bad I want to relive it?" Tony asked when he was passed the phone with the pictures.

"Am I the only one who heard what Nat said?" You asked, wide eyed and looking between her and Steve.