You and Clint joined the others round the dining room table for breakfast. Those that had not already said it wished Clint a happy birthday.
Bucky was at the table, but he did not say a word to either of you. The most communication you had with him was a cautious glance he gave you, for which you returned a warning stare, as if to say 'tell anyone, you're dead'. He seemed to get the message as he remained in silence.
"So did you guys enjoy the party last night?" Clint asked.
Everyone replied in the affirmative, and started sharing anecdotes about the previous evening.
"What about you y/n?" Natasha asked. "I feel like I didn't see you half the night."
"You're saying that like it's a bad thing Romanoff" Tony chuckled.
"Wow. So funny Tony" you groaned sarcastically.
"Oh y/n was busy" Clint informed. "Doing a dumb thing... A very, very dumb thing."
"Ooh, y/n did a dumb thing?" Sam sounded interested.
They all looked at you, intrigued.
"Everything y/n does is dumb" Tony frowned.
"Shut up."
"What did you do?" Bruce asked.
"Nothing" you knew they didn't believe you. "Clint, don't say anything."
He hesitated, but shrugged "fine".
"Oh come on." / "Tell us." / "What did you do?"
"I'm not saying. It was nothing."
"Okay let's try guess" Sam suggested. "You have to tell us if we get it right."
"Maybe."
"Yes."
"Fine."
"Yes! Okay... dumb things you do when you're drunk."
"Did you prank call an ex partner?" Bruce asked.
You shook your head.
"Did you drive somewhere drunk?"
"Nope."
"Get a tattoo?"
"No."
"Buy something, like online?"
"No."
"Act dumb as shit in general?"
"No, Tony, funnily enough, I wasn't role playing you last night."
"Did you kiss someone?"
"No." That was lie. Technically, yes, what you did involved kissing. Luckily, you said it naturally enough that they didn't realise.
"I give up" Natasha sighed. "Can you just tell us?"
"Hm" you hesitated. "Why don't you guys say some of the dumbest shit you've done, and I'll decide if I can tell you or not."
"Deal."
They started going around the table, telling their funniest and stupidest drunk stories. Everything you could possibly think of, someone had probably done it.
"Steve, what about you?" you asked a few stories later.
"Oh no, I'm not playing."
"Come on" Natasha urged. "Everyone's playing."
"I'm sorry, I don't have a story."
"Bullshit" you laughed.
"I really don't. I don't get drunk."
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The Fight You Couldn't Win
Fanfiction"I know you're a fighter y/n. You work so hard, you prove every day that you are strong, you keep persisting... I'm just saying, you don't have to. It's okay to let yourself be a little weaker sometimes." Y/n Barton is an agent, working with the Av...
