He pulled open his fridge to find out if he even had any alcohol. Turned out he did. Leftovers from hanging out, no doubt. Tony would be getting himself a vodka shot. Steve was sure Natasha wouldn't mind.

The sudden shift in attitude made him raise an eyebrow. One minute Tony was depressed about this and now he was ready to go? This whole thing was strange. He stared at the shirtless man for a moment and took another drink of water, setting down the glass before he pulled his own shirt off.

"I'm flexible, remember?" Steve grinned, tilting his head at Tony.