you insisted this party would not be a big deal. steve didn’t entirely believe you, but you begged him to take you and robin to the party.

and he only agreed so that he could look after you and make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.

and he’d started to believe your promises of everything being okay. well, at least, until you started drinking.

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” steve questions to himself when he sees you and robin stumbling and giggling drunkenly from across the room.