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Hello all my wonderful followers! I just wanted to say thank you for following me. Also, if you aren't already, you should follow my friend black-widdow. And if you ever want to RP with me, ask the muse or the mun anything, or even just throw a few prompts in my inbox, feel free (I don't bite).

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"Uh….Steve?" I poked him in the arm with my boot, wondering why he was passed out in the hallway. "Rogers? You alive in there?" I looked up and down, but no one was around to help with move him. Of course not. That would be too easy.

I knelt down, balancing on the ball of my feet and trying not to get knocked over from the strongest whiff of liquor I have ever gotten. It was like he got drenched in the bottle…or 12. “Oh boy…” I’d heard there was a hell of a party last night but this was unexpected. “Wait, I thought you couldn’t get drunk!” I complained, standing. “How on earth could you have downed that much alcohol?” I asked him, poking him with my foot again.

“Tony.” Of Course.

Well, it was painfully obvious that I wasn’t going to be able to move him anywhere. And he wasn’t going to be waking up soon. If he could have a night of partying, I guess I could have a bit of fun, I thought with a laugh.

Then I was off, looking for clear wrap, multiple sharpies and a special little surprise for him. I didn’t waste any time as I raced around SHIELD HQ and back to Steve, who was still passed out, fortunate for me. I couldn’t wait to see his face when he woke up to find his shield in his hands, “What happens when old men stay out past their bed times to party” written all over it in permanent marker.

I woke up slowly, a choked gurgling groan coming from my throat as my senses came back to me. My mouth tasted like something had died and rotted in it and my body felt like it weighed a million pounds.

"Ugh. I feel like death. What the hell happened?" I groaned to the empty room. I slowly sat up, my head feeling like a bag of bricks. Scratch that. Not a room. A hallway. And I was on the floor. Great.

"Did I get drunk? But I can't get drunk..." I looked down at my hands. Why was I holding my shield? There were words written on the shield. What happens when old men stay out past their bed times to party was written all over the shield in Natasha's small, neat handwriting. I sighed.

"Natasha!"

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Hello everyone! I have some great news! Natasha is making an account and joining me on here. Her URL is http://black-widdow.tumblr.com/ and all of you should go follow her as well.

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