A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is the request from  Kiwi_Kawaii123 where the reader is drunk after a drinking contest with Stark and has to answer Tony's questions after a bet.

Hope you enjoy!=)

Just for the record, I have opened a new book called " Legendary Partner " which is a Doctor Strange X Reader with a plot, romance and so forth. Please, feel free to check it out.

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Stark parties were known to be the funniest one of all New York especially when alcohol was involved but you regretted it badly the following morning when your skull screamed in agony. A hangover was the worst enemy for any superhero and it sucked.

However, as the memories of the previous night came back to your mind, you realised, perhaps it wasn't all too bad as you had built enough courage to confess your love for the one who made your heart hammered thousand times harder in your chest. Some can call it fake courage but in any case, the truth had been revealed and that was what mattered right now.

Let's go back to the end of the party at the moment Stark, being the Tony Stark of all times, decided to make a bet. Nobody was there anymore, just Strange, Tony and you, and of course, the Cloak of Levitation.

« Let's play a game, Strange, Y/N, are you in ? » the playboy asked deviously, a smirk playing on his lips, as he patted the seat next to him.

You sluggishly asked, the small amount of alcohol, already started to be effective on your system:

« Just the three of us? »

Tony nodded as you sat on the leather couch, his arm loosely hanging behind your shoulders.

« I bet I can make Y/N admit who she really likes. If I win, you'll have to do whatever I want you to do for a whole day. So if I win and I want to study the Cloak you will let me, Stephen. Asking money from you would mean nothing as I'm a billionaire, but if you win, you can ask me anything you'd like.  Do we have a deal, Stephen? »

Stephen, being the curious person he is, took seconds before agreeing to the bet under your bewildered eyes. You didn't get a say in this. Why could they not find another test subject for their bet? No, it had to be you, of course, the shy person afraid to reveal her feelings to the Sorcerer Supreme.

You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly at the bet. Stephen looked at you briefly before a smirk of mischief appeared on his rosy lips. A shiver rolled down your spine as you felt this night was going to be full of surprise.

Tony held up a glass and announced :

« The game starts by a drinking contest. Y/N, I'm going to ask questions and if I'm right you drink, and I'm wrong I drink, alright? »

You nodded your head, silently wondering if this game night was going to be the end of you.

Questions and questions were asked to you, each time Tony being right, and you drank a glass of alcohol he poured in your glass until he asked the ultimate question :

« Are you in love with one of our fellow Avengers? »

You froze at the question, your hand hanging in the air as you processed what he said. Slowly, and under the acute eyes of Stephen, Tony and the rest of the Avengers who had joined the contest, you put the glass to your lips and drank. The liquid burnt down your throat, a veil of dizziness already affecting you and you slurred :

« Oh, yes. He 's the best. »

Tony raised an eyebrow and asked out of curiosity :

« When did you fall in love with him? »

You smiled at the memory and said sluggishly :

« The moment he told me my past is the past and that what matters is the present. He held me in his arms while I cried my heart out after I realised the mistake I made by running away because of my powers was in fact, the cause of  my family's death. He reminded me that I should live for them and that life is worth it despite all the horrors it can bear. »

A deep silence followed your speech, the Avengers, turning their head one by one towards Doctor Strange. Tony cleared his throat :

« Last question, sweetheart, is it Stephen ? »

You raised your head, locking eyes with the hazel one of the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Your drunk mind forgot the person you were in love with was sitting next to you, looking at you with an unknown glimpse in his eyes.

A genuine smile enlightened your lips as you said :

« Oh god, yes! I'm completely, absolutely in love with him. Have you seen his eyes? I can get lost in them for days! His voice is so deep it sent delicious shivers down my spine, especially when we train together because he is so close to me. I love his courage, his spirit, everything about him. »

You drank in one gulp the glass of alcohol, the liquid easing your drunk heart. Tony patted your shoulder, while Cap smirked and Stephen froze on his spot, flabbergasted.

« But he doesn't love me back, does he? » you asked doubtfully, the alcohol affecting your doubts, your fears and your sorrow, « Why would he? He's too good for me. »

As soon as these truthful words left your swollen lips, a veil of dizziness washed over you, embracing you in a dark pass out. Alcohol had done enough damage to you to make you faint on the couch, you head falling on the armrest.

Passed out, a heavy silence welcomed your words while Tony said :

« I won the bet. »

However, Stephen didn't hear him, as his mind was focussed on your sleepy form, assessing your confession. His heart ached and bounced of joy in his chest as you returned his feelings. A happy smile tugged at his lips and he knelt in front of you, pushing away fallen strands of hair from your forehead and whispered slowly :

« I've never been happier to lose a bet, Tony. I'll do whatever you want for a day, but in only the day after tomorrow. I have to take care of Y/N first. »

Steve stepped out, taking Tony's arms who was hanging loose on the couch.

« I'll better take him to bed, he had enough of drinks for one night. Go, I got this. »

Tony struggled a bit against Steve's grip.

« Leave the f*** me alone, I won the bet, I'm the boss. He owes me! A sorcerer f** owes me. I can ask him anything I want! »

Cap sighed heavily and said while Clint took out his phone to record :

« For the hundred time Language! »

Stephen chuckled quietly while carrying you bridal style and bringing you back to your room in the compound. He walked smoothly through the corridor and opened a portal to your room. Yes, he could have opened the door, but he was too lazy to do that. He gently put you down on your bed, and you instinctively tightened your grip on his arms, not letting go. He raised an eyebrow at you and muttered :

« You're a cuddly drunk, huh ? »

He removed the Cloak which left standing next to the door, like a watchdog while Stephen lied down next to you. He strokde your hair while you snuggled into his warm chest. A small kiss on your forehead stopped your fidget state and slept until morning.

*the following day*

The first thing you noticed was that you were not alone in your bed as you could felt an arm was wrapped around your waist. You stirred a bit, slowly waking up as the memories of last night flew back to your pounding mind. You had one hell of a hangover and you groaned, turning on your back. You turned your head and squealed when you noticed Stephen's sleepy form next to you, still dressed in his blue tunic. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what had happened last night to end up with Stephen in your bed but nothing came to your mind.

« Oh, god! Is it a dream ? » you muttered, holding your head in your hands.

« No, it is not a dream, Y/N. » Stephen groaned in his arousing deep voice, « I'm here and no nothing happened last night. I just carried you back to your bed because you passed out. »

He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

« Come back here, my little human heater. »

You blushed at the nickname but complied and snuggled in his arms, feeling safe in his embrace as well as enjoying the fleeting moment.

« Do you remember anything from last night ? » he asked, drawing small patterns on your bare arms. You snuggled closer to him, knowing the following words were going to change your relationship.

« I embarrassed myself in front of the Avengers. »

Stephen held you tighter and stated out of sudden :

« I feel the same too, Y/N. »

You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as your heart seemed to freeze at Stephen's revelation. Stephen warmly smiled at you, thinking how adorable you were, snuggled into his chest and put a finger under your chin, lifting it up until you locked eyes with him.

« Y...you do? »

« How could I not love the woman for whom my heart belongs to? »

You gasped, delightfully surprised by this turn of event. You mustered the last remnant of fake courage you had and leant on, planting your lips on his.

The kiss started slow, his grip on you tightening just enough to make you feel wanted while you wrapped your hands around his neck. It soon turned into a heated kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. The lustful spark shining in Stephen's eyes confirmed he felt the same. He smiled into the kiss and said against your lips :

« Let me show you how much I love you. »

Let's say, you didn't get out from the room that day,  neither all morning, as well as the whole afternoon. And no one passed next to the room, as the Cloak heavily guarded the door, even if it would have preferred to be somewhere else.

A/N: What did you think?