Perfect or not, Steve still hated parties. It was loud, dark or too bright, crowded, and he never knew who grabbed his ass. And it happened several times, so he would just avoid parties.

But now, he did kinda enjoy it; they weren’t in though, but having Craft by his side, and Ban on the other, it was already nice. Craft gave up her usual whtever purple comes with whatever green outfit, and dressed up in full pink; she looked so cute, Steve couldn’t think about the fact that it’s all pink. Ban was simply stunning in her dress, which surely wasn’t hers as she sweared that she doesn’t have any girly cloth. She wore a short, muss-like shirt and a simple top, both blue and black, and it let her legs show which was truly a miracle.

He knew the building they were going in, he spotted it on his first day in the city. Big, half moder-half antique one, and he thought it was either a museum or a theatre, but no, it was the Stark mansion, and by the amount of guests arriving – even though it was weekday, and holding out till late – he guessed it was usual to have parties here.

- Last year – explained Ban, as if she was reading his thoughts – Stark threw a party every Saturday for two months. that’s when he became so popular, and got all those girls.

- He got them, cause he’s good in bed – Natasha corrected. – Or so they say.

- Not interested.

Natasha came with Clint, as usual; Bruce was already in the house, he helped Tony with the preparations. Not like they’ve done anything, they had the staff make everything.

The party has already started when they stepped in; people everywhere, and only the second and third floors were off-limits – whoever broke that rule though were thrown out immediately.

-Steve! - Tony beamed at them. – I’m glad you came. I invited your big guy roommate too, see?

- Yes – it was nearly impossible not to notice Thor in the ladies’ ring on a couch, especially because he was almost louder that the music. – He was very excited about you granting him the pleasure to be able to properly build lasting relationships with his fellow schoolmates. Or something like that. He was happy.

- Craft, come with me – Tony snatched her hands, an pulled after him. She looked back at her friends, with her ’I’ve got no idea’ face, but followed Tony notheless.

- I don’t like it – Ban said, but when Steve didn’t give a sign of being worried, she went to the bar, and started to taste the coctails. Natasha was with her for a while, but when they were asked, she went dancing with the boys – Ban refused. Clint and Bruce were long gone to possibly somewhere beyond the first floor. Bruce wasn’t the kind of guest who would be thrown out.

Finally, Craft got back. He explained something to Steve excitedly, grabbed his hand, and hurried to where she came from.

- Must be books.

Ban sighed and finished another drink. After a while all seemed to taste the same.

Tony was really glad, honestly, that Craft came, and he could show her the library. It wasn’t off limits, but noone came in since they weren’t interested in books at a party, but Craft was dazzling. She looked aound with mouth forgotten open, eyes sparkling, then she started running around like a child chittering about the book she’s found. Tony knew they had a special collection in the hous, but he really wasn’t interested in literature.

- Thank you – she suddenly appeared before him, and looked up with shiny eyes. – I’m getting Steve, I think he’ll love it too.

- You’re welcome – he said, but Craft was gone already. It was a strange feeling; Tony was sure that he has never made anyone this happy before, like ever.

He started walking back to his party, smiled to the hurrying back Craft and Steve too, now, but didn’t walk fast; the corridor was comfortably long and dark and a lot quieter than the other parts of the house.

He didn’t notice Ban until he was only a few steps from her. And she was beautiful. And she came closer.

- Hey.

- Thanks for inviting me too – Ban said. They were only a feet away, or so. – I thugh you wouldn’t.

She was smiling. Kind, sad smile.

- Why wouldn’t I? I never really liked my nose anyway.

She chuckled, but then turned to serious. Still kind-serious. Not as cold as she usually was with Tony.

- Did you mean it?

- Mean what? – he was thinking, but couldn’t find out what she meant.

- What you said.

- About my nose? – he tried joking, but Ban didn’t follow this time.

- In the car.

Silence. Tony just kept on looking at her. She was clean, and a bit of a makeup, not like her usual, oiled self. Flush on her cheeks, but she wasn’t blushing, just...

She’s drunk. Tony realised and it didn’t make it easier. He still didn’t answer.

- You said you loved me. Did you mean it?

Tony looked around, but saw noone. What to do? She’s drunk and he doesn’t know what’s drunk Ban like. Is she honest? Is she manipulative? Or just too kind and loving...?

Looked like she accepted that she won’t get her answer, so he continued talking.

- I was thinking about that time. A lot. I told myself, that you were lying as you always do to girls, but it felt good... No it actually never felt good. It hurt like hell, that you lied to me like this, but okay this is actually not the point... We took your car. When you were in the hospital. I wanted to visit you, but I was so proud that I couldn’t bring myself to go, instead I stole your favourite car, the blue cabrio, and wentto the next town with Craft and Tasha, and shit, your baby was purring like a pussy...

She giggled, leaned her forehead to Tony’s shoulder and whispered. She’s drunk.

- Say that you love me – and she continued in normal voice. – I enjoyed our pranking games, it was actually fun, and I’m sorry for your goatie, it was- really, look at me, i mean it- it was- fucking sexy. Grow it back.

He could have her. Easily. She’s drunk. And she probably wouldn’t even remember it. He wasn’t sure if it was positive or negative aspect.

- Just tell me you love me – she whispered again, now in his ears. She was wearing high heels, so they were at the exact same height. She’s drunk – Tell me. She’s drunk

- Love me -
It wasn’t louder than a man’s last breath, She’s drunk but it was clear, and stayed there, echoing.

She’s drunk

He shoved her to the wall, and she didn’t protest, she tossed her fingers into Tony’s hair, pulling him closer and he leaned in, wanted to kiss her, but she was faster, got his lips, kissed him, bit him and whenever they broke apart to take breath or just to stay on earth, she snapped at him again and again, and Tony could feel the taste of blood cause of her teeth when he finally pressed their mouthes and bodies together, and he could taste her, like he wanted for so long, and he didn’t care about the blood and the coctail, just the feeling he got from...

She’s drunk
It sounded like a warning in his head, he pulled away.
He didn’t even realise that they started undressing. His tie was on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned, and he started to take off Ban’s top just before.

- Don’t lie to me – she said, but didn’t do anything.

- I’m not – Tony’s voice was husky, and he became angry as he realised that his instincts won’t let him get away easy. He buttoned his shirt, but didn’t tug into his jeans to cover his boner and left to the party, hoping that Ban really won’t remember.
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.