“Merry Christmas!” “Hey, look — Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. “Harry’s is better than ours, though,” said Fred, holding up Harry’s sweater. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.” “Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” George demanded. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.” “I hate maroon,” Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head. “You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid — we know we’re called Gred and Forge.” “What’s all this noise?” Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized. “P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we’re all wearing ours, even Harry got one.“ “I — don’t — want —” said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew. “And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George. “Christmas is a time for family.” They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.
“If you keep drinking like that, I’ll have to carry you up into your room.” Steve commented as you drank your glass of absinthe. “Maybe I want you too.” You told him, causing him to chuckle. “It’s official, you’re wasted. C’mon.” Steve said. You tried to walk closer towards him, but your feet gave up on you and you ended up falling on the ground.
You began to laugh hysterically, gaining a few judgmental looks from guests. “Oh shut up! I fought in World War 2!” You shouted at them. Steve smiled nervously at the guest, “I’m sorry.” He told them before helping you up. “You didn’t fight in World War 2, I did.” He corrected you. “Oh.” You said. “Well, I won a fucking Grammy.” You spat at the guests. “Still not you.” Steve said. “Well, what did I do?” You asked him, turning to look at him and smiled, “Imma do you.” You whispered, causing Steve to freeze and you laughed.
“You’re adorable.” You told him. “And you’re wasted.” He stated, holding your hand and tried to help you up the stairs. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.” You told him. “You don’t have to go to sleep, you just can’t be around civilians.” He stated, this time grabbing you and carrying you on his shoulder up the stairs. “Wait, wait, wait. I wanna say something before I leave.” You told him when he reached the top step. He sighed, “Alright.” He then set you down.
“Can I have your attention!” You shouted, causing people to quiet down and look at you. You giggled, “Hey. Hi! My name is Y/N Stark. Tony’s my dad. Hi daddy!” You smiled, waving at him. He smiled and waved back. “I just want to apologize if I caused you any harm. I am drunk.” You said and people chuckled. You smiled, “And, I’m also about to fuck Captain America. J.A.R.V.I.S, play Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye!” You shouted, causing people to gasp and Tony’s eyes to widen.