~Any Match Up One Shots~

Alcohol

(A/N)
HELLO! READ THIS BEFORE YOU MOVE ON. AND YES, IT IS IMPORTANT. Another one shot here. This will have the abuse of alcohol in it, so please read at your own risk, also some physical abuse to. This will not be smutty or fluffy, (but it will be in a universe where Steve [Captain America] and Tony [Iron Man] are together as a couple and they are both living in the Stark Tower, or the Avengers Tower) but more focusing on the danger of alcoholism. Again, read with CAUTION, and don't drink to the point where it hurts others around you. <3

Tony's POV

"Steve?!!!" My voice rang throughout the house.

'He's gone. He's nowhere in this tower.'

"JARVIS SCAN THE BUILDING" I screamed slamming open another door

"Of course sir, commencing scan" JARVIS's voice rang through my ears. I needed to find Steve. He had to be here somewhere.

"No life forms detected other than yourself sir." JARVIS almost sounded apologetic.

"FUCK, THAT CANT BE RIGHT JARVIS, SCAN AGAIN."

"But sir-"

"I FUCKING SAID SCAN AGAIN"
By now, every possible thing that could have a happened to Steve was racing though my mind.

"Sir, same result as before, no other life forms."

My mind went blank as I slammed into the side of the kitchen table, and I fell. I kept falling for what seemed like ages.

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BOOM

I crashed onto the floor, and jumped up in a panic. 'Bedroom. Okay. What the hell.' I looked over at my table.

11:00 A.M.

I sighed and walked out of my room only to see a trail of blood. I gasped, not knowing who's it was, or where it came from. I followed it into the kitchen, where the side of the table was stained with red. I looked at the edge confused about what had happened. Just then, the pain in my side became very evident.

"JARVIS!!"

"Good morning sir."

"What the fuck happened last night?!!"

"Well sir, you stumbled out of your study at around 3 A.M., and yelled around the house. You then preceded to tell me to scan the building multiple times, then you ran into the side of the kitchen table."

I was silent for a moment, the memories seeming far away.

"Did I... drink?"

Silence.

"Yes... sir, you did. A lot."

"Why?" I asked mostly to myself

"Because of the fight."

A memory pierced the edges of my head, and I ran to the bathroom, getting there just in time to throw up into the toilet. I wiped my mouth, and flushed, the taste of last night's booze still fresh in my mouth. I stumbled back out of the bathroom and settled down on the couch near the TV.

"JARVIS, dim the lights would you, it's hurting my eyes." I waved my hand meaninglessly in the air.

"Sir, I'm afraid I cannot dim the sun."

Anger shot through my body. "THEN FUCKING SHUT THE BLINDS YOU FUCK" I screamed throwing the remote onto the ground.

"Of course, sir."

The blinds started to shut, and my head stopped hurting. I picked up the remote again, and turned to the news.

Boring

I flipped through the channels, each one more boring than the next. I finally just turned the TV off.

"JARVIS, what were you saying about a fight or something?"

"Yes sir. You asked why you drank, and I said because of the fight you had with Steve last night."

Steve.

"W-What did we fight o-over?" My voice started to tremble. It was almost as if, I knew what happened but I couldn't quite recall it.

"Something silly. As I recall, it was not a big deal. But he raised his voice, and you raised yours. He told you to settle down, and you . . . Hit. Him."

(A/N)
THAT'S ALL. As I said, no fluff, just the dangers of what can happen under the influence. Drink safely my babies <3