tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

one to remember- steve rogers

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in which neither of them

can forget about the other

and the feelings they have

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Due to my lack of knowledge of alcoholic beverages, I'm taking inspiration from a short kdrama clip that was kinda cute and helped me out a bit. The rest of this oneshot is just thought up along the way haha. Enjoy the cringe :)

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For once, Tony, Bruce, and Bucky were the first ones to get to bed at a really early 9:30. After two straight hours of Mario Kart along with Sam and Pietro they were all exhausted, declaring that they actually needed a good night's sleep for the first time in what felt like forever.

One by one, the others decided to call it a day and by 11:00 the only ones still awake were you and Steve, sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the flat-screen TV that had already turned off 10 minutes ago.

It was late and neither one of you could seem to sleep, so you pulled out the shot glasses and a bottle of soju that you'd obtained when you'd flown up to Korea to meet Dr. Cho. Once you'd finished with the medical work up at her lab, you'd all went out to a fried chicken restaurant and when one of the waiters had recognized Tony, they gave you a free gift.

"What are we doing this for?" Steve questioned as you poured the drink into both of your glasses.

"I need to relax," you sighed, downing the shot in one gulp and pressing your fingers to your temples.

Fifteen minutes and too many shots later too count, you set down your glass and leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling for a brief moment.

"Well, I'm glad," Steve stretched his arms up in the air and let out a relieved breath.

"You're glad?" you looked quizzically over at him. "What do you mean?"

"If you're really drunk, there's something I want to say."

"Like what? What do you want to say?" Your brows furrowed together before an amused look appeared on your face. "That I'm a total badass and I'm better at kickboxing than you? Or maybe that I'm pretty?"

"No," he shook his head as he fiddled with his thumbs.

You scoffed. "How can you be so firm in your response even when you're drunk?"

"Y/N, I can't get drunk," the super-soldier reminded you. "Not that easily, at least."

"Then what? What's on your mind?" you reached over to grab the bottle again.

"I'm in love with you."

Your hand froze mid-pour.

"I think I'm about to sober up," you mumbled.

"What?" he glanced over at your reddening cheeks, unable to tell whether it was from blushing or the amount of alcohol intake affecting you. "But you can't."

You tipped your head back and drank another glass in response. "There, I'm not sober anymore. Keep going."

"If you're not sober, then you shouldn't remember any of this."