Romanogers One - Shots

Drunk {Steve}

<Steve>

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It was one o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night. I sat in front of my TV, bored. I didn't care for parties but I didn't have much else to do. All my old friends were dead. I picked up the remote and flicked to a news channel. I settled back with a beer, and then - someone knocked on my door. Who the hell could it be?

I got up and opened it. My favorite red-head stood there, awkwardly swinging her foot back and forth, letting it scrape the ground. "What are you doing here, Nat?" I asked. She said nothing, only smiled, and leaned against the doorframe. "I lost the key to my apartment. Actually, I can't find my apartment," she smiled, and giggled.

"You okay there?" I asked. I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Yep, never been better," she said, and stumbled inside without asking me. "You got any vodka?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said, smiling. She was funny drunk. She tripped over to me and fell into my arms. Tilting her head up to face me, she tried to kiss me. "Stop, Nat," I said. "But you love meeee," she retorted. She attempted kissing me again, but I pushed her face aside gently.

"I know, I do, but just as friends. Not like that," I said, pushing her off. She stepped away, swaying. A confused, frustrated look spread across her face. "Can I have...a cup..." she started, trailing off. She danced across the kitchen to the living room. Literally danced.

"A what?"

"A cup of tea," she said, and kicked off her shoes, letting them skid across the floor. She flopped onto the couch, wrapping her arms around the pillows. I smiled and proceeded to make her a cup of tea. She was smiling again. I knew she was drunk because she never smiled.

"Steve..." she giggled. "Did I tell you how handsome you are?"

"I know, you told me yesterday." She got up to hug me, and wrapped her arms around me. I picked the mug of tea up off of the counter and handed it to her.

"Here's your tea," I said. It was in a red mug, and she burst out laughing and pulled a gun out from her coat pocket. "Natasha!" I yelled. "What? It looks like a target!" she giggled. I knocked it out of her hands and she pouted. "I just wanted to practice," she grumbled. "Not in here. Maybe some other time."

She smiled, and dragged me to the couch. "Let's watch The Notebook," she said, throwing the movie at me.

"Natasha, you hate romance," I said.

"No, I love it," she smiled. "Ha, ha, love, get it? Steve...you don't laugh at my jokes..." she whined. She pulled me to the couch and made me lay down. Then she lay herself down on top of me and pulled a blanket over both of us. I laughed, as she wrapped her arms around me. Then she hiccuped. And giggled. Then hiccuped again.

"You're hysterical drunk, Nat," I said, and she giggled even louder. "I'm not drunk...I only had one glass..." she went into a fit of hysterics.

"I love you too," I said, and The Notebook began playing. After fifteen minutes, I heard her even snores. She was asleep, and I fell asleep beneath her.

The next morning I awoke, but she was already awake. She had a glass of water and two aspirin next to her. "This is going to be one hell of a hangover," she said, smirking.

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Drunk Natasha makes me laugh😂

Note: this is almost entirely unrelated to the Valentine's one shot. She was enhanced in that one, in this one it's different. She can get drunk here, she couldn't there. These are mini stories in themselves.

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