After a long night of drinking and partying, you and Pietro stumbled into Stark Tower, hungrily undressing each other as you walked down the hall, tossing clothes as you went. By the time you got to the kitchen you were left in your bra and underwear and Pietro in his boxers. His arms circled your waist, drawing you closer to him. You kissed sloppily, just wanting to be near each other. Grabbing at the counter for balance, you knocked off one of the glasses that was sitting by the sink, drying off after being washed. The break of glass caused a light to turn on at the end of the hall and someone quickly came into the kitchen. The overhead lights turned on and you flinched, blinded by the bright lights.
"My eyes! My virgin eyes!" Tony shielded his face as he came into the kitchen, seeing you and Pietro half naked and wrapped around each other.
"There's nothing virgin about your eyes." You slurred and Pietro widened his eyes at you and elbowed you, signaling that it would be best if you shut up. Making Tony mad was not a good idea. He continued to pace around the kitchen, looking for a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.
"Really? In my kitchen?" Tony glared at the two of you, who slowly moved apart and looked at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. You apologized and left the kitchen, picking up your clothes from around the tower. You both decided it would be best if you just went to bed after Tony had effectively killed the mood.
The next morning you woke up with a hangover that was worse than anything you'd ever had. Pietro couldn't even get out of bed. And you knew one thing for sure: Karma's a bitch.
