You almost never get drunk. Alchohol is something you almost never consumed anyways, let alone in large doses. Tonight is a prime example of why that is. You inhibitions are the first thing to go: everything you believe, and all logic, swept away in the ocean of liquor.

It's Tony's fault. He's taken the Avengers out for some drinks, and one thing turns into another and pretty soon you're in the car as Bucky drives you home.

Bucky's been your best friend ever since he was given a pardon and came back to live his life in Brooklyn, free of HYDRA. You're what they've classified as a "Young Avenger." Wanda's been the one who's trained you, since you have similar abilities with magic, but ever since Bucky came around, you two have been spending every waking moment together. There's no one you trusted more to take you home when you're wasted than him.

"Bucky, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?" you ask, almost incoherently, as Bucky helps you walk into your house. You didn't live in the Tower like most Avengers. You shared a house with Bucky, since it was part of the condition Tony made: he could be with the Avengers, but he couldn't live there. It made sense that the two best friends would share a place.

"Daily," Bucky chuckles, helping you get through the door.

"'M completely serious! They're so pretty!" You turn to grab the sides of his face, looking into his eyes. "They're windows to the souuul!"

Bucky rolls his eyes and sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you towards your bedroom. "Alright, windows to the soul. Time for bed."

"You're super fit, too."

"[Y/n], I swear you're going to hate yourself when you wake up."

TO BE CONTINUED...