MultiFandom One Shots! (**Clean**)

Two drunk Avengers sleeping on my couch.

Imagine: You are the little sister of Sam Wilson. You've never met his "friends from work" and you know very little about them.

Bzzzz......Bzzzzz....Bzzzzz.... Your phone rang. You picked it up only to be blinded by the bright light shinning in the darkness.

"What do you want?" you groaned, hoping it was at least important.

"Ayyy, sista.... how's it goin?" your brother replied way too energetically.

"Please tell me you are not drunk calling me at one in the morning." You gazed at the time on your phone before putting it back to your ear.

"Pshhh... I had only two beers..."

"Yeah, and fifteen shots!" a man shouted in the background of what sounded like some sort of club.

"Do you at least have someone sober to take you home?" you asked, annoyed but, still concerned.

"Yeah, we've got good old Rogers!!"

"Sam, what are you doing? I told you this was a stupid idea and now you two are drunk," you heard a strong voice say.

"I'm calling, my sista!" he said, with a weird pause making any question of whether or not he's really drunk answered. A weird scratching sound began as it seemed that someone was forcefully taking the phone.

"Hey, Sammy's sitter!" the shots man from before shouted into the phone.

"Sister," you corrected.

"The names Bucky, Bucky Barnes. You want to hear something funny I am in my hundreds. I fought in World War II," the man laughed, obviously just as drunk and delirious as Sam.

"Really, wow. Good for you. Would you please hand the phone to this Rogers?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"Steve!" he shouted into the phone, making you cringe.

Steve Rogers, Where have you heard that name? you thought. It was on the tip of your tongue but, you couldn't quite remember and it was too early to deduct such things.

"Hello, sorry about Sam and Buck as you can tell they've had a little too much to drink," Steve answered.

"Hi, this is Sam's sister as you may already know. Does he have a ride home?"

"Yeah, I'm sober and I have a car. Sorry again about the drunk calling and ridiculous shouting I'll take care of these two, go back to sleep and don't worry." he said, seeming really assuring.

"Alright, have a nice night."

"You too." he said, before hanging up the phone.

"Captain America!" you shouted, waking up your neighbor's dog. "Steve Rogers is Captain America," you said, still trying to grasp that, that was why you recognized his name. "Well, that was an interesting endeavour and what is my brother doing with Captain America," you climbed back under the covers and tried to dose off to sleep. "Captain America?" You mumbled to yourself. "Nope, I need sleep," you said, putting the blanket over your face.

"Ugh," you said, sitting up and turning o  the lamp. "How does Sam know Captain America? Wait, is he an Aveng... no," you stopped yourself. "Sam Wilson who drunk calls his little sister at obnoxious hours would never be an Avenger." But, how does he know Captain America? You pondered, turning back off the light and laying down.

2:00 A.M.

Bzzzz....Bzzzzz....

"I swear I am going to pull his underwear through his eyes," you said, being awoken once more by a phone call from the prodigal son. "Samuel Thomas Wilson, I swear...."