You were drugged by a man at a bar. He’s still on the loose. You? You're still very much... feeling it. Unbeknownst to your team. Tony’s gone for five minutes. That's all it takes. When he returns to the common room, you’re sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter, flipping through his folders for experimental science notes like it’s serious literature.

Tony: “Oh come on! I had that filed.”

You: smirking “You mean stashed under a fake folder labeled ‘Expense Reports’?”

Tony: deadpans “It was alphabetical.”

You: “Sure it was. Honestly? I like this one. Very... educational. This article on Aerospace travel has depth.”

Tony squints at you, then waves a hand in front of your face.

Tony: “How many fingers?”

You: grinning “Stop flirting.”

Natasha watches from her spot on the opposite couch, clearly worried.

Natasha: “She said the coffee maker was glowing earlier.”

You: defensive “It was glowing... With energy.”

Tony: “You’re high.”

You: “I’m fine. Just... elevated.”

You hopped off the kitchen counter dramatically and almost trip over your own feet and he catches you.

You: leaning closely “Are you always this strong, or is it just the drugs?”

Just then, Bruce walks in with a soft sigh.

Bruce: “I assume you’re still feeling... bubbly.”

You: nodding seriously “Bubbly but functional.”

Bruce starts checking your pulse.

Bruce: "Did you take something?"

You: "No, I didn't take anything. I just got back from the bar with Bucky, Steve and Clint. Why would you think I would have willingly take any substances?"