I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 21 Justin Hammer

"Justin, what the fuck are you doing here?" I muttered, and held onto the bar, as I tried to get up, "I'm really not in the mood to talk right now," I groaned, and slammed down my shot glass, before I tried to leave, but he stepped into my path, and personal space, blocking me from the door.
"As savage as ever," he replied, and gave me a bright smile, "and what happened to your face, do you need a doctor?" He nodded at my scratches, and handed me a napkin.
"No, just a birthday party, explosions, the usual," I replied, watching the bartender pour me another drink. I grabbed it, but didn't bring it up to my lips, knowing I should stop. In the short twenty-five minutes I was here, my vision was already starting to blur, and my empty stomach had begun to flutter.
"Ah, Stark's birthday party.." Justin shrugged, and leaned against the bar, as I stared up at his manicured reflection in the bar mirror.
He was still handsome, and lively. His hazel eyes were soft, and he'd started to grow a slight beard. The expensive grey suit fit his physique perfectly and the cherry lolipop in his mouth almost made me snicker, but I quickly looked away and glanced at my phone, seeing more text messages from Pepper and James, only to finally turn it off. I cleared my throat and wiped at my burning eyes, slightly relieved that Coulson would be there soon.

"I didn't get to talk to you after the hearing. Stark whisked you away before I could say I'm sorry," Justin consoled, and slid a warm hand over mine, "I didn't know they were going to bring up our past or yours. I was just there to talk about the suits and ruin my career."
"I really wish I could believe you Justin," I lamented, downing my ninth or tenth shot for all I knew. The alcohol burned my empty stomach, but the tightness in my shoulders began to dissipate, and I plopped back down on my barstool.
"Hey, I've never lied to you," Justin said, turning the stool towards him, "you're the one person I could never lie to, regardless if you wanna believe that."
"Yes you did, just like every other person that's been a part of my life, well except Pepper," I snorted, not only feeling the giddiness that usually accompanied my alcohol consumption, but also the loquaciousness too, "Tony's led me on, James couldn't talk to me because of Tony, I almost died for that moron, and instead of a thank you, I get yelled at and told to leave...." My voice raised a few octaves and my eyes watered as the alcohol and emotion overwhelmed me, "I wasn't enough.." I blurted out, and slapped a hand over my mouth, only to giggle through my tears, "go away.."

"Whoa, hey, it's okay golden eyes," Justin murmured and wrapped his arms around me. Strangely I found comfort in them, which should of been a warning at how much alcohol I had already ingested, and I thought about pushing him away, since we didn't exactly end on good terms, but he was warm and smelled good. My body ached for comfort, and to be honest, at the moment, I didn't care who gave it to me.
"I told you, when you left, that Tony was going to hurt you. You deserve someone who makes you their world babe, not some billionaire playing hero," he added, and my eyes began to roll behind my lids in exhaustion.

"You said a lot more than that if I remember J," I faltered into his shirt, and ignored his quip about Tony, "I believe, bitch, I never wanted you, and you'll regret it, were quite prevalent when I left."
"Well, you completely cut me off before I could apologize, and the few times I did see you, I could tell you were already invested in Stark," he replied, leaning back and looking down at me.
"Why're you being nice to me, and why am I letting you? I don't even like you," I asked, after downing another shot, "what're you really doing here anyways?"
"What's not to like, and you know me can't sit by and watch one of the most beautiful women I know, look like you do right now," he answered, and brushed the hair away from my face, "I was actually passing through, on my way to the airport, and wanted to have a nightcap before I headed back to New York."
"You're an ass," I laughed, momentarily forgetting where I was. The alcohol turned my body and mind into putty, and Justin's warmth didn't help, but the shadows were gone, replaced by expensive tequila.
"I'm losing it," my mind whispered, and sent a chill down my spine, but Justin leaned down and put his lips near my ear, enveloping me in his expensive cologne. 
"How about you let me get you out of here, and let me turn that frown upside down," he whispered, and brushed his lips against my ear. My stomach tingled in anticipation, but also revolted in protest.
I couldn't even think anymore let alone let Justin take me home.
"No, I'll be fine," I croaked, but my body involuntarily leaned into his frame, "no, um, I already have enough problems, and I have a ride coming..."
"Awe, c'mon (y/n), you and me had some pretty good times together," Justin purred in my ear, and ran his nose over my shoulder, "why don't you let someone take care of you for a little while.."
This was so wrong, but at the moment, I was so drunk, I didn't give a shit, and my body was taking precedence over my rattled mind.
Everything I'd done in the last four years had felt right, only to end up on my knees amongst the flames of everything I was, with Tony holding the matches.
Plus, while Justin may be Tony's number one competitor, and obsessed with his suit, sex sounded like an easy way to forget my future for a few hours, and the man holding me didn't seem like the same man I left all that time ago.
Then again I was drunk, and drunk me usually equals, horny, stupid me, hence why I don't drink much, but it was too late.