Tony wakes up to find you, his teammate, sleeping next to him in his bed.

What the—oh.

What he remembers of last night is blurry.

Some party held here at the tower to celebrate the Avengers saving the world (well, New York, mainly) again, which is pretty normal, starting an argument with you, which is pretty normal, and drinking a little too much fancy champagne, which is, again, pretty normal.

And then he remembers you being weirdly touchy and weirdly apologetic about the argument. And him kissing you because you were rambling. And then making out. For half an hour. And then—

Oh, hey. You're awake.

"Morning..." Tony mumbles, blinking sleepily. Damn, his head hurts.

You, on the other hand, are mentally panicking.

Oh god. He's cute. Why is he cute? Has he always been cute? Why did I let this happen? What's going to happen now?

You were a little less drunk than he was last night, but you were still tipsy enough to make a few million mistakes.