I don't remember anything from last night after the second drink. When I rise from my bed nausea hits first. I cover my mouth and Nat hurries over when she notices I'm awake.

"Hey you ok?" She asks carefully. I shake it off and nod.

"I got drunk last night, I think I'm just hungover a little." I explain and she nods. I take a shower and clean off all the remembrance of yesterday's choices. My leg wound is healing slightly and it hurts less than it did in the pool and shower from before. Now the most painful thing is my headache. After I dry my hair and get dressed Natasha answers the door.

Someone had knocked, who was at the door set Nat off, "look who decided to show up!"

"I just wanted to apologize." Tony bites back at Nat, "Feisty at this time of day." He murmurs with a smirk.

I wave at Tony, "Good morning Tony! How's your head?" I ask kindly.

"Bad but that's not the point," he points at me, "I am sorry if I made you feel pressured to drink last night. I didn't know it was your first time."

Nat huffs, "don't make excuses."

"Look, it wasn't my place and I should've thought of you better." Tony tells maturely making me chuckle.

"No it's fine, I'm not mad." I reassure, "But my head says otherwise." I wink friendlily.

He sighs with relief, "Advil stat!" He jokes but if we're being honest it really isn't. We both know that.

Bruce slides in, "I'm also sorry that I didn't help you with those punks. I was dealing with this party animal." Bruce gestures to Tony.

"What punks?" Me and Tony say in unison. Our confusion turns into laughter before Bruce explains what I don't recall from yesterday.

"I do not remember any of that." Tony bites the inside of his cheek guiltily. I don't either. I excuse myself and leave the room while Nat slaps Tony on the shoulder making him yelp. I leave them to bicker and head to Steve's hotel room. I knock weakly on the door a few times. He unlocks after looking through the peephole and smiles warmly down at me. He's wearing comfortable clothes and his hair is still damp from his own shower. I grow embarrassed at my lack of knowledge of last night, all I know is he helped me home. That's all that matters.

"Um I just wanted to apologize." I finally admit, "for last night. Even though I don't remember much, you guided me home so I'm thankful."

"Oh no it was no problem." Steve insists.

"It was very kind of you. I don't know if I was too much of a hassle but thank you so much." I tell gratefully.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, his laugh hints that he knows more than I don't, "It was fun, actually." I stick my tongue out at his words.

"How was it fun." I ask curiously. I tilt my head and my hair falls over my eyes slightly.

He brushes it out of the way and grins, "You don't remember?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking." I return.

"I think I'll keep it that way. More for me to enjoy." Steve tells, "Now I'm gonna get dressed so I can enjoy our lunch with the team."

I stick my tongue out, "Fine, I hope you can't find matching socks."

"You're evil." He laughs closing the door. We spend the whole day together, I get closer and closer to the avengers. And the week continues magically, making me drift in a comfortable state. Tony makes up for the drunken night, and I get to know each of my new friends individually. Me and Bruce exchange interests and our favorite things about nuclear physics. Thor and I are close, he's already begged me to come to Asgard many times but I always come up with some lame excuse. Clint wants to show me archery but we both know I'll just admire him from afar. Don't wanna prove I'm better than him, do I? Tony desires showing me everything. To get drunk together for the first time? Check. Help him build a new iron man suit? We'll have to get to that one. Come to all his parties? Not likely. Natasha is always protective of me, even though I always felt incomparable to her. She never leaves my side, we are attached to the hip. But then there's Steve. Steve feels so far from me. He is like a dream or an idolization. And I can't read. It's hard knowing this all will end someday really soon. We all have separate lives or what Nat calls "different missions." I don't even know who to follow or what to do afterward. I feel foolish for giving in too much. But what's the harm. I lived a completely selfish and lonely life before. I can only apologize for it now and find my way afterward.