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Going out the night before had been Peggy's idea. The options had been stay home and watch Bex drink alone or take her out and try to cheer her up. She'd contacted the Commandos that she knew were close. Dugan, Gabe, Reb. The rest were out of the country, but, it was a bit like old times. They drank a toast to Bucky and other absent friends. In the end, Peggy helped Bex home and got her tucked in. Now, like a good friend, she had a bottle of water in hand.

"I'm working on a good fry-up. It'll make you feel better."

"'m not hungry." There was an attempt to roll over -- to bury her face in the pillow and keep sleeping. She didn't want to eat or even get out of bed. She wanted to stay right where she was and die.

Cause she was fairly certain she was dying.

[Clint has been anticipating the hangovers of just about all the Avengers. He has, therefore, set up several mp3 players and speakers in the airducts, programmed to play a reveille at random times throughout the morning.]

[Has he now? How...nice of him. Only nice is not the word Bex would use. Oh no. She has a list of words for Barton and nice is nowhere near that list.

For a brief moment, she sits up, ready to ramble off some excuse about why she could not go on the 5am run. Then she remembers that she is no longer in the army and there is no reason that song should be blasting.

Plus she has one killer headache.

Getting up, she looks for the source of the music (and glares at the super soldier still snoring soundly in the bed), frowning when she can't find it. So much for her theory of it being Steve's alarm.

When it cuts off, she stumbles out of the bedroom room and heads for the kitchen. Someone was going to die.]

[Don't blame Clint! He's standing in front of the coffee machine, waiting impatiently. He just woke up less than a minute ago. Must be Tony's fault. Who else doesn't sleep at night?]

[Tony, huh? Yeeeeah. She's not so sure she buys that. Especially since you look a little TOO awake for having just stumbled out of bed. But she'll give you the benefit of the doubt -- at least until she's had coffee.

Grabbing a mug, she holds it out, looking very sad. And pitiful.] Coffee me.

[Perfect timing, Bex. The coffee machine just finished. He splashes some into her mug before fumbling in the cupboard for his own.]

How are you awake before Cap?

[She takes a good, long sip of the dark liquid, becoming slightly more human as she does so.]

Because Cap is a jerk who can sleep through anything. Don't ever let him tell you otherwise. [Oh sure, if he's on watch or there's something going on, he'll wake. But when there's no imminent threat? The man slept like the dead.]

Yeah, and he gets up at the asscrack of dawn every morning to run five miles. Except today. [Ha! There's his mug. He fills it and takes a large swallow.]. Ouch! Hot!

So did Mr. "I can't get drunk actually manage to get drunk last night?

Don't remind me. 70 years and he still thinks that one day I'm going to willingly join him. I hated PT when I was in the Army...does he really think I'm going to suffer through his ridiculous training regiment when I'm not?

[Awww, Hawkeye. Hot things are hot. Do they need to go over that again?]

No. Sadly. He was the designated driver...or rather Mr. Carried My Drunken Ass Home.

So that brings up the question why is he still asleep? He's not drunk and he doesn't sleep in. There's something wrong with this.

[He knows hot things are hot. He just didn't know expect his coffee to be that hot.]

Think a flashbang would do the trick?

He sleeps in...occasionally...when properly worn out. [And that is all she is going to say on THAT subject.]

While I am not going to officially condone such an action...I am not going to stop you either.

Peggy sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over her friend's back. "You have to eat, love. There's coffee, too." And a couple Commandos passed out on the floor of the flat.

"I'll just have coffee." Coffee cured anything. All she needed was a vat of that and she would be just fine.

She couldn't say the same for her poor Commandos. Hopefully no one drew on Reb this time.

[Okay, that's not what he expected to hear. Not at all.] So you and Cap, huh? Guess Tony can't call him a 90-year-old virgin anymore. [Which he will gleefully tell the inventor next time he cracks that joke.]

What did he do to you?

Cap and I. Since before he went in the ice, actually. [And you can tell Tony that too.]

Did you miss the whole part about waking up at the ass crack of dawn? The man deserves a rude awakening or two of his own.

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modern day, pre-Bucky being thawed

Awwww. Sad sad Bexie Boo.

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I'm evil. But we knew this

We did.

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