Usually, Steve would be the one looking after you. Tonight was different; you were the one dealing with a very tipsy and clingy Steve. You loved him, and he loved you with every fiber in his being. Currently, you were talking with Robin about New Year's and whose house you’d guys have a get-together before you felt an arm wrap around your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.

”How come we aren’t married yet?” He murmured drunkenly, followed by a slight hiccup. Robin stared, amused at Steve’s boldness, and Steve looked as serious as ever.