You Break It, You Buy It {Romanogers}

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Third Person POV

"As bad of a feeling I have about this, I'm not chickening out, you guy's better bring your best," Bucky said, clearly a little tipsy.

"Yes, yes, we are all going to make out with high levels of drunkenness and erotica," Maria said sarcastically, finishing off her second beer.

"Who's first?" Pepper slurred excitedly, clapping her hands like a little kid.

"How did you all get this drunk in ten minutes?" Steve asked humorously. "I went to go clear out the closet, and then I came back, you guys had finished like five more beers," He laughed, sipping his own drink.

"T-Tony, had..." Wanda began, her eyes flickering open and shut. "A liiiiiittle pill," She held her index finger and her thumb a centimeter apart. "And he gave it to us, because he said it as an A-Apsnirin!" She giggled insanely and downed the rest of her drink. "A...Aspinirin. Sapsirin. Pasniris."

"You mean Aspireen?" Pepper giggled.

"Yes." Wanda nodded confidently.

"I didn't take any, but I am on my third beer," Natasha chuckled.

"Okay, why don't we start beforehand you guys overdose?" Tony said, not too tipsy yet. He was tucking away a packet of pills, which clearly weren't aspirins, but no one bothered to say anything, knowing he probably didn't use them to roofie anyone before this.

Bucky spun the bottle and landed on Natasha, who embarrassedly his her face in Steve's chest, while Steve nervously downed his beer. Bucky and Natasha stood and travelled to the closet, shutting the door when Tony started the timer.

"So," Natasha said as she plopped onto the floor like a tired child. "How are things with you and Wanda?"

Bucky simply gave her a thumbs up as he sat down next to her. "This is a nice closet!" He said, not talking to Natasha, but simply announcing it. "I could like, liive here. Hey, so I know the purpose of the game is to like, mmmake out," He slurred. "But I'm kinda in love with Wanda, so I--"

"You're in l-love?" Natasha smiled like a little kid. "I'm so happy for you guys!" She swooned.

"Do you love St... Steeeve?" Bucky poked at her.

Natasha groaned and put her head back. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Bucky asked, seemingly less drunk than he was a second ago.

"No one besides Nick has told me they loved me since I was nine," Natasha said bluntly. "So I don't know how to express that type of emotion."

"Well, I love you. You're my friend," Bucky said, making Natasha roll her eyes. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Natasha quickly pecked Bucky's cheek.

"For the purpose of the game," She said simply. Tony knocked on the door to let them know their time was up and Natasha stood, helping Bucky up. "Love you like a bro, James."

"It's Bucky!" He whined as they exited the closet.

"Alright, my turn," Steve said, spinning the bottle.

He landed on Natasha, who giggled. "Guess today's my lucky day."

She stood and lent on Steve's shoulder, him supporting her as she stumbled to the closet. Once the door was shut, Steve stood close to Natasha due to the size of the closet. "So, how'd you and Bucky spend your time in here?" He asked lowly, slowly but surely approaching Natasha.