Little Supersoldiers

Drunk

Y/N sits on the couch and stares at the half-emptied glass in her hand. Ice cubes swim around the liquid and hit the glass, producing fine sounds. She sighs and lifts the glass to her lips before she sips and drowns the whole thing. Then she leans forward, grabs the bottle from the coffee table and fills the glass again. She lost count on how often she did it now but it must have been more than three times now. Her head feels fuzzy and she feels warm. She lifts the glass again; this time not bothering with sipping and almost finishes it completely. She only stops because the door to the common room opens. A tired looking Tony comes in, yawning widely and rubbing on his forehead. He smears some oil across it but seems not to be bothered by it. His eyes lit up when he sees her, but he frowns instantly at the sight she must offer. The glass in her hand almost empty, her rosy cheeks that tell him to no doubt that she had drank more than she should have and the bottle on the coffee table which misses three-quarter of its content. "Y/N?"

"'ey, T'ny." She smiles and slurs which gets tony to frown more. He comes over to her, and she sees how he eyes the bottle suspiciously. "Dri'k with me, T'ny." Her smile widens, and she motions with her hand to the bottle, spilling the rest of her drink on her pants. "Y/N. You should stop now." He reaches for her glass but Y/N pulls it against her chest. "Wha? Nooo..." She whines and motions for the bar. "Get yo'r own glass." Tony raises and eyebrow and debates if it's a good idea, but then he actually goes to the bar and grabs a glass and some ice for himself before he slides on the seat next to Y/N. He fills his glass and Y/N's before he smiles at her and takes a sip. "Care to tell me why you drink on your own? Where are the Wonder-boys?"

"Dunno..." Y/N shrugs and tries to look as if she wouldn't care either. Tony sees through the façade, though. Just as she's about to take another sip he grabs the glass from her hands and places it on the coffee table. "Hey... I was trin'in that."

"I know which is why you need to take a break. You had too much."

"Had not..." Y/N pouts and crosses her arms sloppily. She sways a bit on her seat but then falls back against the backrest. All in all, she just looks pathetic. Tony watches her for a second before he taps on her thigh so that she looks at him. "What happened? Trouble in paradise?" He was aiming for casual and funny but it seems it's a delicate topic because Y/N glares daggers at him, and he's silently glad that looks can't kill. Faster as she should be at this rate, she grabs his glass and drowns the whole thing before she throws it angrily at the wall. Tony cringes at himself and for the now destroyed glass.

He decides to be silent for a while. He doesn't want to anger Y/N more than she already is even if his brain doesn't shut the thousand questions he has. Y/N is still leaned against the backrest, arms still crossed and eyes the full glass on the coffee table. But her will to fight seems to ebb away. More and more she dips to the side until she's fully rested against Tony's side with her head on his shoulder. "Do they 'ate me?"

"Who?" Tony is surprised at the gentle, almost breaking voice as she asks the question. He looks down to her face and is even more shocked to see tears in them. "Y/N, who is hates you?" Y/N sniffs and presses her eyes closed. "Buck and Stevie." A frown crosses Tony's face. "Why should they hate you? I'm pretty sure if they would be more in love with you than now, they turn into puppies to follow your every move." Tony notices the light lift at the corners of Y/N's mouth but it passes quickly as her face turns serious. "Had a fight. Dunno 'bout what." She sniffs again and rubs her face at his shoulder to get tears and snot away. Tony chooses to not say anything for once. "Bad. I'm bad."

"Stop. If you're a bad person what makes it me then?"

"Cozy." Y/N smiles and cuddles closer into him. "You're a good friend, Tony." Her voice grows thick with sleep at each word. Tony reaches out and takes her hand in his. Y/N intervenes their fingers and sighs. "Don' want them to 'hate me."