Marvel Oneshots

Getting drunk

Tony:

It was Tony's charity gala, one of those nights where the champagne flowed like water and the music was smooth enough to lull a crowd. Y/n was radiant in her gown, laughing with Tony and his friends as the evening grew late.

Tony kept an eye on her as she mingled. But as she continued sampling new cocktails with Pepper and Natasha, he noticed her laughter growing louder, her balance becoming just a little wobbly. And soon enough, she was giggling at things that weren't even funny.

"Tony!" she called, a wide, mischievous grin stretching across her face. "Guess what?" She swayed over to him, all smiles and flushed cheeks.

"Let me guess, you've had enough for tonight?" Tony smirked, steadying her with one hand on her waist. She leaned into him, a little tipsy but full of joy, clearly oblivious to her state.

"Enough? I'm just getting started!" she declared, raising her glass and sipping with a dainty, determined sip.

He chuckled, pulling her a bit closer to steady her. "I think someone's had more than enough."

But Y/n was in her own world. She tugged on Tony's lapel, giggling as she tried to appear serious. "Tony, I love you, and you're the best, you know that? Like, super genius billionaire, save-the-world hero kinda best." She poked his chest, misjudging her aim slightly and ending up somewhere near his shoulder.

Tony caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Thank you, sweetheart. How about we call it a night?"

Her pout was immediate, the kind only a tipsy Y/n could manage, her lips slightly pushed out in a way that made Tony smile. "But... we haven't danced!"

Tony couldn't help it; his heart softened. He was usually the life of the party, but for her? He'd make it special.

"Alright, one dance," he agreed, leading her to the dance floor. Her steps were a bit clumsy, but she held onto him as they swayed. The whole world around them faded away.

When she finally leaned her head against his chest, mumbling sweet nothings, Tony knew the night was ending for her. After a few minutes, he gently guided her back to the car.

As he tucked her in, Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes half-closed. "You're the best, Tony."

He chuckled softly, brushing her hair back. "You have no idea, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead, whispering, "Sleep it off, babe. I'll take care of everything."

Steve:

The team had thrown a small celebration after a successful mission, and Y/n, usually the one to stay moderate, found herself swept up in the joy of it all. With each toast and laugh shared, she kept up, taking sips of beer and trying out shots Natasha dared her to drink. By the time Steve realized just how much she'd had, Y/n was clearly buzzed, her laughter echoing in the living room.

Steve watched her with a protective smile, but as the night drew on, he noticed her words slurring a bit, her steps slightly unsteady. He slipped over, catching her hand as she teetered. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured softly. "Think it might be time to get you some water?"

"Oh, Steve!" Y/n grinned up at him, her eyes bright and a little unfocused. "I'm great. You worry too much." She poked his chest and laughed, probably harder than necessary. "Besides, I can definitely hold my liquor."

"Oh, really?" Steve's brow rose, amused, as he steadied her by her waist. She clung to him, letting out a sigh.

"Absolutely! Captain America's girlfriend has to be tough, right?" she said, her words tumbling out in a blend of pride and adoration. She took a half-hearted step back, swaying slightly as she tried to cross her arms in a mock stance.