They walked out on to the balcony and looked each other.

"What's up?"

"I could ask the same question." She shot back.

"What do you mean?" He asked looking more intrigued.

"Lance."
Steve's face tightened and he clench a fist.

"What's wrong? He's a nice guys, who's polite, handsome and funny."

"He's bad news." Steve warned.

"No he isn't."

"Nat, yes he is."

"Why?" She asked whilst raising  her voice slightly.

"He was only flirting with at least 2 other girls. Nat, you can't go tomorrow."

"Wow, I actually thought you was going to be happy me. Your a hypocrite."

"And your not? I just want you to be alright, and are you that stubborn? I'm trying to help."

"IF YOU WERE YOU'D LET ME BE HAPPY!" She yelled.

"AND YOU WOULD LET ME HELP!" He yelled.

She slapped him and burst into tears.

"Where the hell is my best friend?" She whispered.

She turned around and went back into the lounge and saw them all looking through the widow. She shoved past Thor and went and took a bottle of Vodka, not one, or two, but three.

"Lady Natasha isn't that to much?"

"To much died last year. I'm going to have to drink my sorrows." She replied not even looking at them.

She took them and walked out the room and headed down to her room
and opened the bottle of Vodka. She put on the radio listened and to sad music. She sobbed uncontrollably until she cried until where no more tears left. Just shaky breaths. And with that she opened the bottle and began to drink the vodka. The sweet, sour taste exploded in her mouth, and a big acidic burn rushed through the throat. One gulp after another,until the bottle was completely empty.

She lazed about in her room and drowned her sorrows completely.
She wasn't drunk, so she went back upstairs for more. Yeah, she stumbled and tumbled about the place, but she kept her balance. Mascara stained her pale face as she climbed the stairs. She opened the door to the lounge and saw them all looking at Steve. 

She walked over to the cabinet and took out some more Vodka.

"Natasha." A voice said behind her.

"What?" She coughed.

"Why are you doing this?" Tony asked.

"Doing what?"

"Drinking."

She laughed and turned around facing them.

"It's the only thing I know. So please let me be." She said whilst stumbling away with the vodka in her hand.

Ready to drown her sorrows.