Stargazing • MCU/S. Rogers Fanfic•

4-59: Hangover

Avengers Tower

May 13, 2015

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Hangovers are the worst. It's like a building fell on your forehead. And Astra knew that before getting drunk last night. Still, is was her last big party with a crowd of people, music, and alcohol. So she thought, why the hell not. She regretted it in the morning. Why did she leave her room if she was just going to set her head on the counter and tune everything out? Oh, right. Because the super soldier that can't get drunk, therefore can't get a hangover, pulled her out of bed.

"Water." He set a glass down beside her and she brought her head up tiredly.

"Do we have any orange juice?" She wondered, slumped on the counter.

"Drink your water, then I'll get you your juice." He bargained.

"Jeez, Stevie." She muttered into the glass. "You sound like a parent." The soldier chuckled lightly and turned back to the refrigerator.

"Morning." Natasha grumbled with she walked into the kitchen, hungover as well. The only ones who didn't get drunk that night were Steve and Thor, but they did enjoy watching their friends make fools of themselves. "I got a video." Natasha grinned at the brunette.

"You did!" Astra turned to make sure her friend wan't lying.

"Video of what?" The blonde asked curiously, putting the juice back into the fridge.

"Astra rapping." Natasha smirked, pulling her phone out of her pocket and the soldier smiled, remembering his girlfriends drunk-self being given a microphone to rap.

"Why can't I rap when I'm sober?" The brunette wondered as she watched the video. When, she's sober she can rap along with a song. But when she gets drunk enough, she makes it up on the spot, and does really well. Surprised the hell out of Steve and Thor.

"You got Vegas drunk." Natasha commented with a smirk and the video ended.

"Which we will not speak of." Astra reminded the redhead as she grabbed the juice Steve just handed her.

"What happened in Vegas?" Cap asked curiously, looking between the two, who shared a look.

"The real question is, what didn't happen in Vegas." Natasha corrected him, leaving her seat to make herself breakfast.

Astra sat in her seat correctly and the soldier wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her. "Are you going to tell me what happened in Vegas?" He hoped she would tell him

"Sorry, handsome." She pat his cheek. "That is only between me and Nat."

"Not even Clint knows." The redhead added from the stove. She would have made a comment on the two lovebirds, but she decided to spare Steve the embarrassment like last time.

Tony, however, made comments whenever he wanted. "Hey, Romeo, Juliet." He got their attention. "No PDA in my tower." Astra rolled her eyes while Steve, being the puppy he is, pulled away from her and blushed slightly.

"Don't worry, Capsicle." She assured him, taking nougat sip from her juice. "He's just joking."

"No, I'm not." Tony shook his head. "And Ash, come on. Steve?" He motioned to the blonde soldier. "Not even your type."