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Juno's head was pounding as she sluggishly cracked open her eyes that felt like they were filled with sand. not to mention that her mouth felt drier than the Sahara desert. Groaning, she rolled over onto her side and right into someone. Suddenly very awake, Jun fully opened her eyes to see a cascade of crimson tresses. Oh thank God. It was only Nat. Relaxing back into the warm sheets she tried to remember how she ended up coming back to Natasha's room. Vaguely she remembers Steve carrying her, but that's it.

The last full thing she can remember was sitting between Bucky and Henri who had made it very clear of their dislike for the other as she did shots. A lot of shots. Carefully as she could Juno sat up being mindful of her aching head and queasy stomach. So far so good.

That is until she scooted to the edge of the bed. Holding one hand over her mouth for a second when a wave of nausea hit her Juno closed her eyes and breathed very slowly. I will not puke, I will not puke, I will not puke!

Thankfully it went away enough for her to slowly stand up. Glancing down she sees that Nat had been kind enough to lend her a tank top and some shorts. Grabbing her dress and heels off of the floor Juno quietly left her best friend's room padding barefoot down the hall to hers.

Stopping just outside she rests her pounding head on the cool wood of the door and groans. Drinking almost an entire bottle of tequila to herself was a bad idea, it always was. But she felt like she needed it to get through the pissing contest her ex boyfriend and ex target/sort of friend were having over her.

She knew sleeping with Bucky was a bad idea, but he had looked so good and very sad and she just wanted him… but now. Now an already complicated situation had just become that much more complicated with the addition of Henri.

Opening the door Juno carelessly tossed her shoes and dress onto the chair in her sitting area before heading to the bathroom. She didn't know what she was going to do about the men in her life so she did what she could, which was try to sober up. Squinting at her pale complexion in the bright lights of the bathroom mirror Juno grimaces as she throws her hair up into a bun. Definitely too much tequila. Speaking of...

With one breath to the next she found herself on her knees praying to the porcelain gods. As she threw up what little there was in her stomach Juno promised never to drink that much ever again. A pie crust promise, but right now she'd say or do anything for this horribleness to go away. Laying her now splitting head on the arm that was resting on the toilet seat she tries to breathe shallowly to keep from puking any more. Today was not starting out strong at all.

When she could stand, Juno brushed her teeth and took a quick shower to wash off yesterday's mistakes. After, she tossed on a comfy pair of leggings, Tony's Black Sabbath t-shirt that she stole and her fluffiest socks. As ready as she was gonna be, Juno grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses and headed to the kitchen.

The idea of food made her stomach clench and tea just wasn't going to cut it today. What she needed was a large cup of strong coffee and some painkillers. Plan in place she made her way down the hall at a snail's pace looking and feeling like shit. Loud talking and the sounds of pans banging about in the sink had her clutching at her forehead in pain. "For the love of god, quieter please!"

Steve and Tony glance over at her with amused grins and sparkling eyes at her haggard appearance. The blonde super soldier who couldn't get drunk came over to help her onto the stool when she pathetically couldn't manage it on her own. Tones on the other hand. How he managed to look so refreshed after drinking double the amount she had had her glaring at the older man until he handed her a large steaming mug of coffee.

With a loving smile she took the hot drink filled with creamer and sugar moaning with happiness. "I love you so much! Did I ever tell you that you were my favorite? Cause you are."