The fire

Tucked in

"I-I bet you 20 dollars I could throw this knife more accurately than you could shoot an arrow." I proposed to Clint slurring slightly.

"May I remind you that you're talking to Hawkeye here, Agent of Shield, Master assassin, Avenger- You really wanna do this?" I placed a finger on his lips to shut him up.

"Bitch I can eat a whole litre tub of ice cream on my own. This is a piece of piss."

Sam shook his head laughing.
"This is gonna end in tears."

A small group of spectators had now gathered around the darts board. Hawkeye stood in the centre, arrow poised ready to be fired. He took one last look at the target before releasing it through the air. Everyone cheered as the point implanted itself into the bullseye.

I wobbled onto my feet and threw the knife at the same point breaking Clint's embedded arrow.

He raised his eyebrows "I'm impressed."

"Pfftttt I am now going t-to do this stood on a chair and balancing on one leg!" I shouted pulling another knife out from under my dress. The crowd cheered as I jumped to get on top of chair, however I lost my footing and slipped backwards. Luckily Sam caught me before I could say hi to the floor.

"I think you should leave the weapons for the rest of the party Emilia." He said laughing.

I laughed. "You're far too sensible Mr Birdy man."

-

"Miss Emilia, what are you doing down there?" The tall God questioned from up high. I giggled at him.

"Mr shoe is stuck." I kicked at his knee height, showing off the wonky black heel, where my small foot had tangled with the straps.

"Thor, I haven't introduced you to Dr Ma...Em?" Stark stopped his sentence noticing my presence. He gave me a odd look before turning to Thor. "What's she doing on the floor?"

I giggled again at the giants staring down at me. Personally I have taken a liking to this little bit of floor. It's quite comfy. "Tony take my shoes off pleaseee." Both feet wiggled in the air this time. He sighed and bent down, undoing the buckles. I reached across over his head and took a full shot glass off the table.

"Ah no, I do believe you've had enough Miss Emilia." Thor pulled the glass from my hand.

"No that ruins the fun!" I tried to get to my feet but tumbled backwards hitting my head on the edge of the bar. For a second I felt my eyesight blur.

"Jesus Em are you alright?" Tony asked worriedly as I lay on the floor chuckling, the ceiling was spinning more than it was before.

"I hit my head." I replied having a laughing fit.

Thor bent down and pulled my hair apart. "There's a little bit of blood." He said to Tony a concerned look on his face.

"Eh, rub it better, she'll be fine. Let's get you up firework." Stark reached for my arms.

"She's a great agent really focused and-" Steve stopped himself mid sentence. Emilia's drunken attempts to stand up had caught his eye. Tony and Thor seemed to be enjoying the hilarity of the blonde looking like bambi on ice.

"Yes as I was saying she is an asset to the-" He glanced over again to see the girl pull Stark over by accident. "I'm sorry you'll have to excuse me, I'm needed somewhere." The soldier broke away from the people he was in conversation with.

"Come on you." Emilia felt two strong arms hoist her onto her feet.

"Steve!" She stumbled into him gripping his shirt for balance.

"Hey you, reckon it's time for bed?" He asked, careful not to let her go so she would stay vaguely upright.

"Maybe...Natasha!" The drunk agent pushed off the captain into the redhead, who caught her quickly. "Nat I need to pee." Em whispered loudly into her ear.

"Restroom it is then, come on."

Natasha gave Steve a reassuring smile, "I got this. Go say bye to people." She then turned around and dragged Emilia in the direction of the toilets.

"Well that was fun, another successful party i'd say." Stark announced hitting Steve on the shoulder before taking a swig from his drink.

"Let's just go and join the others." He replied to the annoying billionaire.

"How's Emilia?" Thor asked leaning back on the sofa as the two men sat down.
Many of the party guests had started dispersing now. About 12 of the agents sat on the central sofas watching everyone leave.

"I think she may be a bit ill tomorrow."

-

I felt a sudden wave of sickness hit me. My insides retched as the contents of my stomach emptied onto the floor.

"Toilet!" Natasha grabbed my arm and tugged me towards the cubicle, I fell to my knees, puking again, my curls falling forward in my face.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as my throat burned. "I-I w-want Steve!" I gripped tightly onto toilet as it hit me again. This time bile escaping my gut.

My cheek was lying on the cold white surface of the toilet seat, every so often another convulsion escaped through my lips, making me feel worse than I did before. I heard the door shut behind me before a hand began to rub my back. Alcohol was a bad idea. The hand went to my wrist and removed the hairband around it before scooping my hair up out the way. I vomited again, Steve continued rubbing small circles on my back. "All done?" He asked softly. I nodded resting my head against the cubicle wall. His hands then found their way to my waist, where I was slowly pulled to my feet. "Come on, lets get you to bed." The voice spoke quietly, relaxing me a little.
I stumbled a lot as we headed back into the main room. My eyelids fluttering with tiredness.

"I'm just gonna grab something, stay here." Steve jogged away towards the bar.

"It's pasts yours bedtime." I slurred to the group of avengers. "Work's tomorrow."

"Something tells me You may not be working tomorrow. " Clint said smiling.

I tripped sideways into Cap who had arrived back by my side, my heels in his hand. "I will work and s-smash i-it." Hiccups had started to make an appearance.

"Ready?" The super solider asked, supporting me again.

I fell onto the floor. "No more walking!" I pulled a pouty face.

He sighed before throwing me over his shoulder.

"Yah, n-nighty night p-peeps." They all waved as I was carried off to the lift, half upside down.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, incase you're sick again." Steve said as we entered his floor. I nodded tripping over a box. He caught me and guided me to the bedroom, where I went straight to the bathroom to have a wee.

I exited the bathroom with my dress scrunched up on my torso. Steve has laid some boxers and a shirt on the bed for me to wear. The struggle to get changed then began. Eventually I gave up and just stood there staring at the black material stuck over my eyes. My arms in the air. That was until I was rescued. The dress was removed allowing me to see again and replaced by the shirt, then the boxers were pulled up my legs for me.

"Bra now." I said turning around so he could unhook the clasp.

"Last time I undid someone's bra we were in a very different position." He said reaching up my back, his cold hands giving me goosebumps.

I turned round and attempted to pull a sexy pose. "We could r-reenact it if you w-want Captain." The hiccups made a reappearance.

He moved closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. "As much as I want to you're very drunk." I felt my legs disappear beneath me as I was lifted to the bed.

"Goodnight Emilia." He whispered as the soft duvet was pulled over my body allowing me to close my eyes and be taken into the world of dreams.