He caught a girl by her waist, danced with her a bit – name something like Hannah, he was with her last semester – and invited her upstairs.

The first floor seemed fine; he didn’t care even if they were disturbed, whoever came to the guestrooms, was drunk already. He opened the first room in front of the staircase, and Hannah exclaimed excitedly.

- That’s where we were for the fisrt time, you remember, right?

- Sure.

They got in, he shut the door and took of the girl’s top. She pushed herself up for a kiss, but Tony closed his lips, and searched for the button on her shorts.

- No kissing, it hurts.

- Looks bad - she agreed, looking at the small wound on Tony’s mouth. Tugged her hand under Tony’s shirt, and pulled it up.

- No...!

- Didn’t seem fair that I was the only one undressing... What’s this?

Tony buried his face in one hand. The girl was still looking at the round object in his chest.

- That’s keeping me alive. I’d explain it, but you wouldn’t understand, can we go on?

She was fascinated; came even closer, and touched the small device, then pulled her hands away.

- It’s cold! – she giggeled unbelievebly. Tony sighed.

- Yes, it is, it’s metal. That’s why I wanted to keep on the shirt...

- But it’s... uhh, gross! It’s in you, right?

- Yes, it is, it’s cold because I need it to be cold to cool down the inner mechanism, now...

- And it’s glowing!

- Seriously, Hannah!

- I’m Helga – she looked puzzled, but Tony didn’t even blink.

- I said honey, is it a problem? I can stop if it’s a problem...

- No, sorry, I heared.... nevermind – she was embarassed, so she just decided to take off her bra too. Tony found a dark t-shirt and put it on; it was most likely his, anyway, and found a condom. No surprise, he had a few in every room. Giving everything to his guests.

He grabbed her at her waist again, kissed her neck and she giggled, she giggled at everything. Even when Tony finally got her on the bed, pulled of her panties and stepped out of his jeans. She pulled him closer, to lay on her, but then she whined painfully.

- It’s pressing agains my chest. Can’t you take it out?

Tony started to get irritated, he didn’t want to talk, just finish what he came for.

- Like I said, it’s keeping me alive.

- Just for a little while – she moaned loudly, - we’ll be quick.

Tony got enough. He though of kicking her out, but he felt just fine in her, so he just rolled to his back, pulling Hannah... or Helga with him too. She fucking giggled again.

- Changing positions, then.

If she wants to ride, then let her ride.

A blowjob would’ve been easier.

- Ban? Is it you? – Steve looked out from the library, and saw the girl standing there in the dark. – Are you okay?

She came closer and pulled her top down; for Steve she actually seemed fine, but it was strage to see her in the dark corridor all alone. Craft appeared next to him.

- She’s drunk – she said, thrusted Steve aside and ran to Ban to support her.

- Come on sweetie, sit down, gonna get you some water...

She lead Ban to a chair in the library, and wanted to go, but Ban grabbed her wrist. Steve didn’t ask anything, just went to the party to find a glass of water.

- He’s a liar – Ban said and didn’t let go of Craft’s hand. – I really don’t get it, I didn’t do anything wrong, it shouldn’t have happened like this, I didn’t want this, why did I come to this party, it is stupid. Craft, tell me, am I stupid? – she looked really worried. – I must be tho...

- You’re a genious Ban – she soothed her. – And when I’m sure you won’t throw up, we’re taking you home.

- I love you Craft. You’re so nice. On the sexy car. Please take me home... no, don’t take me home, I don’t want to go home...!

Steve arrived with the water, Ban drank, and settled down a little.

- Taking you back to the dormitory on the sexy car, okay?

Ban didn’t answer; she just spread on the chair and nearly fell asleep.

- Can you drive? – Craft looked at Steve desperately. – I don’t think the others are still sober.

- I have a license to motor, and I don’t think there’s traffic at this time.

- Feels like shit to steal Tony’s car again – Craft mumbled while Steve gathered Ban up in his arms.

- You... what?

- It wasn’t my idea. Let’s go, I want to know Ban in bed, in the dorm as soon as possible. She’ll be worse when she wakes up.

- My head hurts like hell.

- It’s because you didn’t have sex.

Natasha officially spent her freetime with them, now that they knew what was going on with Bruce and Clint.

- So you got yourself a boyfriend? – asked Craft and she turned a page in her book. It was a fairytale now.

- Who said anything about boyfriends? Needed manpower.

- You’re a dirty bitch – Ban laughed. Tasha frowned.

- Joke taken aside, Clint exited in a shocking way, and too fast for my taste, so I had to do something.

- You were still... – Craft looked up from her book with wide eyes.

- After you broke up, still...? – asked Ban at the same time, but Tasha just grimaced.

- We’ve known each other since we were what, five years old or so, and he was my first and vica versa, and we didn’t want anyone else for a while after our breakup, so... and my room is single.

- Then basically – Craft put her book down, - your relationship didn’t change at all, all these years...

- Just the freedom to date anyone. And Clint used it, and he didn’t tell me... That’s what bothers me.

- I kinda understand him – Ban massaged her head. – Me neither. I mean I wouldn’t run to Craft happily if I suddenly realised that I wanted to date you, Tash.

- You wouldn’t? – Craft looked genuinely surprised.

- Okay, maybe I would, but we’re talking about Bruce and Clint here. Oh look, Stark’s here!

They looked in the direction Ban pointed. She stood up, and yawned.

- Gotta talk to him, be right back.