Thanks to Shadow The Assassin for the idea. This was really fun to write!

Steve sat rigidly, his hands on his knees. He would never admit how nervous he was right now. Whose damn idea was this anyway? Loud music made it difficult for him to think, and flashing lights of all different colors danced in his vision, causing him to suffer bouts of dizziness. On the huge dance floor, a large group of women showing far more skin than he was used to swayed their hips back and forth, smoked, and held drinks in their hands. He averted his eyes, feeling dirty just looking at the girls exposed flesh, and he noticed other men in the club looking hungrily in their direction. He shook his head, and dropped his gaze to the floor. Suddenly he felt someone flop down next to him. He looked over and saw Tony, cigar in one hand, and a bottle of vodka in another. Tony pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew the smoke in his direction. Steve coughed and waved his hand through the air in front of him, his eyes burning.

"I didn't know you smoked," Steve managed to choke out.

"Neither did I," Tony yelled over the sound of the music. Even though the sickeningly strong smell of smoke on his breath, there was the underlying scent of alcohol.

Bruce came up behind him and clapped a hand on his shoulder and Steve looked to him for an explanation.

"Oh, he's drunk." Bruce replied as if that was an explanation in itself, having heard enough of the conversation to understand the puzzlement in his eyes.

"Already?" Steve asked, craning his neck to follow Bruce as he walked around the couch to sit next to Tony.

"Here Cap!" Tony shouted, shoving the bottle of unopened vodka into Steve's hands.

"I don't know what you expect me to do with this, you know I cant get drunk." Steve scoffed, twisting the cap off anyway.

"Well, I've only seen you drink three times anyway, and you know what they say, 'Four times probably wont make a difference but YOLO'." Tony said, slurring his words a bit.

Steve frowned slightly, then rose up off the couch. "I have to go to the bathroom." he informed them.

"Fine but when you come back we are so getting wasteder!" Tony yelled after him.

Bruce frowned at Tony's made up word and wondered why Tony instantly went from genius to someone with the I.Q. of a first grader when he drank.

Tony craned his neck as he watched Steve disappear around the corner, then jumped up and pulled a Ziploc bag out of his pocket. Inside, Banner saw two small white capsules. Instantly recognizing the pills, Bruce's hand shot out and grabbed Tony's wrist.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted.

"Using your pills in alcohol! With luck it will make him drunk!"

"Though's are experimental pills, Tony! They were meant to be used on me to control my episodes!" Bruce's eyes widened with fear.

"Yes and they might slow Cap's hyperactive metabolism enough for him to get drunk for the first time in eighty years!" Tony shot back. "Don't you think he deserves one night of drunken partying for all that he's gone through? The man has lost everything for Christ's sake!"

Bruce bit his lip. Tony did have a point. While all the rest of them could have drunken fun, Steve was like an outcast at parties. Even Loki showed himself more on thoughs nights than Steve. Bruce's grip loosened on Starks wrist and he wriggled out of the older mans hold, dumping both pills in the vodka and closing the bottle back up. They fizzed like Alka-Seltzer for a moment than vanished completely. Just in time to, for Steve came back around the edge of the couch and grabbed the bottle, gulping a large amount down.

"This is good!" Steve said, looking at the label. He took another long drink. Bruce cast a worried glance at Tony, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

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Bruce watched, horrified, as Steve clambered over the tables, and over people. He was singing (well, screaming) all the wrong words to the song now blaring through the speakers (Sexy and I Know It) and rudely stepping on people and on tables and kicking the occasional drink off the table much to someone's dismay. Suddenly he gagged, and a couple people flinched away. Steve regained his composer and yelled, "False alarm!" The people at the tables cheered him on, and someone, Bruce didn't see who, tucked a dollar bill into the waistband of Cap's jeans. Tony nudged him and pulled out his phone.

"This was a great idea!" he yelled as he pressed the record button.

Bruce gaped. "Why are you recording this?"

"I'm sure some Captain America fan girls would love to see Mr. Perfect drunk and stupid!" Tony called back, bursting out with laughter when one of the flimsy tables Cap had been dancing on tilted, causing the drunken super solider to face-plant on the floor.

"You're cruel, Tony, so cruel." Bruce muttered back, but he now had a relaxed smile on his face. Cap struggled to his feet and out onto the dance floor were they lost sight of him. Tony put his phone away. Bruce noticed that wherever Cap went, a large group of people seemed to follow him, smiling and laughing and daring him to do stuff.

"He sure is the life of the party!" Bruce yelled.

"Yep!" Tony smiled then said mockingly, "That's my boy!"

Bruce rolled his eyes. He looked back over to the crowd of people and searched the sea of faces for Steve's he had just given up when he heard an unmistakable voice cry out, "Who wants to play a game of strip poker?" There was a chorus of "yeah!" that rose up and half the room gravitated over to where the voice had come from. Bruce turned toward Tony and started, "Do you think we should try and stop him?"

He was talking to an empty seat however, and turned his attention back to the floor where he saw Tony, running to the circle, with his phone recording.

"This is SO going on Youtube!" he yelled over his shoulder at Bruce.

Bruce shook his head and grabbed his coat. he exited the building and got in his car. He started it and settled down to wait, the corners of his mouth tugged upward in a faint grin.

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