You woke up the next morning with a massive headache. Blinking your eyes repeatedly, you tried to adjust to the darkness and figure out where you were. A sliver of sunlight peeked through the curtains from the window next to the bed, shedding light on an unfamiliar room. That's when you noticed your hand was laying across a sleeping man's chest.

Shit.

Where were you? Staring at the blonde man in bed, you wracked your brain for everything you could remember about the events of the night before. You had broken up with James, there had been lots of whiskey, a pigeon, and this man. Steve! That was his name. You assumed this must have been his apartment, but how had you ended up here?

Starting to panic a little you slowly lifted the sheets slightly praying that you would be dressed underneath. Damn. No such luck.

You tried to stay calm and not jump to any conclusions. Just because you didn't have any clothes on doesn't necessarily mean you did anything with him, right? You turned to look at the man next to you, studying his features. He had a chiseled jawline and you could see how defined his muscles were even with the sheet covering his arms and chest. Yea, there's no way you hadn't fooled around with him. The man was just way too attractive for a drunk and heartbroken (Y/N) to have passed up on.

Your eyes travelled back up to his face when you felt a rush of deja vu. Steve looked incredibly familiar, as if you had met him many years ago. You shrugged the thoughts away assuming it was probably just the hangover messing with you. Besides, you had bigger problems to deal with at the moment because his bright blue eyes were suddenly staring straight back at you.

"Morning (Y/N), did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah I did, thanks," you looked away from him fiddling with your hands. It was a nervous habit your mother had tried to break, but it still came back whenever you were really stressed.

Steve could tell something was wrong. The smile you gave him wasn't the same as the smiles he saw the night before. It was a half-hearted smile meant to hide what you were actually thinking.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yea, I'm fine. I'm just trying to piece together what happened last night," you said shrugging. Looking up at him you decided to ask the question you weren't sure you wanted to know the answer to.

"Did we umm.. you know?" you blushed deeply.

"Yea we did. Do you not remember?" Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

"Not really, only bits and pieces."

He turned his head, breaking your eye contact but not before you could see the hurt in his eyes. Why did he care so much? After all, you had only just met the man yesterday.

Steve rolled out of bed heading towards a door that you could only assume led to a bathroom.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember the bar, and walking here. Then I don't know, everything is all fuzzy," you admitted, your head falling forwards to rest on your left hand. You'd been hungover before but the pounding in your head was like no other. Noticing Steve's eyes were still trained on you, you suddenly felt very exposed. You pulled the bed sheet up slightly so that you were more covered but you knew it wasn't really helping.

"I could lend you some spare clothes, if you want?" Steve offered graciously, seeing how uncomfortable you looked.

He felt awful. He knew he should never have kept kissing you in the first place, even if you had said you weren't that drunk. Clearly that wasn't the case or you would have remembered more of their night. Their perfect night, that now had black clouds of the morning after settling overhead.

"No that's fine, thanks though."

Deciding that it might be good to give her some space or a moment to process Steve opened the bathroom door.

"I'm going to hop in a quick shower. Is that alright?"

"Yea, of course," you said with an attempt at giving him your best smile. You didn't want him to realize how flustered you were but you had always been terrible at hiding your emotions.

"Alright, I'll see you in a minute," Steve said before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You let out a big sigh when you heard the water from the shower start to run.

Crap. What the hell was wrong with you? Here you were sitting in some random guy's apartment and you didn't even know his last name. Come to think of it you were pretty sure he didn't know yours either.

You took long steadying breaths trying to stop yourself from panicking but your efforts were futile. As much as you liked to think of yourself as a strong, independent woman who could have one night stands with no problem, your heart had just been broken. You may have hated James for what he had done to you but that doesn't mean that all the love you had for him just disappeared. Steve seemed like a nice enough guy, but all the events from yesterday were still fresh in your mind. You could still hear the thud of the spare key on the floor, and the slamming of the front door on your way out of James' apartment. You were still healing, and you sure as hell could not do that in another man's bed.

Jumping out of bed, you found your clothes from the night before tossed on the floor. Throwing them on as quickly and quietly as possible, you grabbed your winter jacket and left Steve's room. You felt extremely guilty for trying to sneak out and you didn't want to hurt Steve's feelings, but sitting there alone in his room you had managed to completely freak yourself out. What did Steve want from you anyway? It was a one night stand from a girl he had picked up at the bar, nothing more. You wouldn't let it be anything more. You would not let yourself get hurt again, you couldn't give anyone else that chance.

You quietly shut the door behind you praying that Steve wouldn't hear, giving you time to make your much needed escape. Turning around you found that Steve's room was one of many that eventually opened into a large and spacious living room and kitchen. Floor to ceiling windows shed generous amounts of sunlight, illuminating the sleek and modern furniture.

Jesus. Was this guy a millionaire or something? You tiptoed down the end of the long hallway heading towards the door you could only hope was the exit. Creeping through the living room you thought you were home free, your hand reaching for the door. Your hopes were dashed as you swung the door open revealing not the exit as you thought, but another large room that seemed to be some sort of high-tech lab.

To your surprise the room was not empty. There was a man with dark brown hair in an expensive suit and funny looking glasses clearly in the middle of a heated discussion with a boy who you guessed was around your age. Both were looking at you with confused expressions, obviously trying to figure out why a stranger had just burst into their lab. Behind them was a red and blue suit with a spider logo embroidered on its chest that you immediately recognized.

"Holy crap, is that what I think it is?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

The older man spoke up first.

"I'm sorry, who are you? How did you get in here?"

"I'm (Y/N), I umm... well I know Steve" you trailed off awkwardly, suddenly remembering the events of the night before and not wanting to recount the embarrassing events to two complete strangers. Especially not when you were making a run for it, but your curiosity had taken over keeping your feet in place.

"Is that... I mean- you're Spider-Man?"

You had seen some of the footage of him online but had never paid much attention to any of the superhero stuff. It just wasn't your thing. The man looked at you like you were insane. It hadn't been that stupid of a question, had it? The suit was right there in front of you.

"No I'm Tony, Tony Stark."

Now that was a name you recognized. Holy crap. You were standing in front of Tony Stark. The man was a living legend. And here you had just asked him if he was Spiderman like a complete dumb ass. God were you an idiot, how could you have not recognized him? You had seen clips of the avengers on the news before, but to be fair you had never assumed you would have bumped into one of them extremely hungover in the middle of your walk of shame. The younger boy started fidgeting uncomfortably, making you switch your attention to him.

"So you're Spider-Man?"

The boy glanced back and forth between Tony and the girl standing in front of him, not sure how to respond.

"Uhh nooo no, why would you think that? I'm Peter I uh- I intern for Mr. Stark. Def-Definetly not Spider-Man.. No wayyy," he trailed off at the end of his sentence.

You looked at him skeptically and tried to hide your laugh while Tony rolled his eyes. The boy was a terrible liar. It was now blazing obvious the suit was his.

"I may not have recognized Tony Stark but I'm not a complete idiot. I can see you are wearing part of the suit on your wrists. What are those, web shooters?"

The boy blushed a deep shade of red tugging the sleeves of his sweatshirt over his wrists, glancing at Tony as if asking what to do next. The shock of meeting two literal superheroes wore off and you started to feel guilty for asking such a personal question to two complete strangers, cursing the hangover for making you forget the standards of social interaction. Your mother would have slapped you across the back of the head for how you had just talked to them.

"I won't tell anyone, okay? It's really none of my business, I didn't mean to barge in here I was just looking for the exit."

Peter looked at you smiling, relief washing over his face. Then his expression changed and he pointed at you.

"Hey, there isn't any chance you go to Columbia? You look really familiar."

"Yea I do actually, I'm a senior," you replied. You hadn't recognized him but Columbia was a decent sized school so that wasn't that strange. That's why you had always felt so lucky to have Amanda. There was a jolt in your stomach at the thought of your best friend, images of Amanda and James lying in his bed undressed popping suddenly returning to your mind.

"Cool, I must have seen you around campus."

You nodded and gave the boy a small smile, but talking about school had overnight become a hard topic for you. You didn't know how you would face everyone after what had happened. If you were lucky you could ignore the rest of your classmates and keep your head low. Anyways, you only had one semester left and then you would graduate. You were pulled from your thoughts when Tony rejoined the conversation.

"I'm sorry, how did you say you know Steve?" he asked, looking at you warily.

That's when it hit you. Steve wasn't "just Steve". He was Steve Rogers. He was fucking Captain America. Why hadn't he just told you who he was? God he must have thought you were some kind of moron. You slept with Captain America, and you hadn't even realized who he was. All of the embarrassment, and the need to escape immediately came rushing back and you wanted nothing else but to run as far away from all of this as possible.

You opened your mouth backing towards the door to make some excuse before leaving but you bumped into something rock solid. You closed your eyes, turning around slowly praying it wasn't him, and then opened your eyes to see the familiar blue ones. Steve stood in front of you with freshly showered hair, and an annoyed expression on his face. At first you felt guilty for having been caught trying to sneak out, but your guilt quickly turned to annoyance.

"Just Steve? Really?" you crossed your arms glaring at him. Even angry you couldn't help but notice how good looking the man was, but this just made you more annoyed.

"You're Steve Rogers?"

"I can explain (Y/n), just come with me," he motioned towards the door but your feet stayed planted on the ground.

Steve rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, and grabbed your waist pushing you gently but firmly out the door.

"Come on," he grunted, and you relented letting him lead you from the room.