Seven weeks on, Savannah's powers were back to their usual strength, and Loki claimed to feel part of his magic returning. To celebrate, Tony Stark had organized a party. Naturally.
There had been drinking, and dancing, and drunken groping, and quite a lot of vomiting. After consuming around two bottles of vodka, (he'd have preferred Scotch, but then he would have had to share), his body had decided that it didn't want alcohol poisoning, thank you very much, and Tony Stark passed out in the living room. It had fallen upon the good captain to carry him to bed, and once there, Tony had snored in peace for a while, before returning to, and I quote, 'Partay!'
He had disappeared later on, at around three, and all present (and conscious) assumed that he had found a bed mate, to 'share the love'.
Tony just couldn't understand it. He had a hangover, yet the bed he was in contained only him. Tony Stark, the Tony Stark, had come home without a one-night stand.
Impossible.
Right?
A/N: Sorry it's so short, just wanted to get the damned chapter over with. I hate it, though, and it will probably be edited before I show it to anyone I actually know. Thanks for your support (I'm being sarcastic, you people are useless), and please, comment, review, and vote if you liked it. Or even if you didn't, I'm that desperate now.
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Winter Sunshine
FanfictionSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
