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Pietro has never been drunk in his life before. Alcohol never had much of an effect on him, courtesy of his enhanced metabolism, and no matter how much he managed to throw back into his seemingly endless pit of a stomach, he would never so much as stumble over a single word. Or at least this was the case, up until the point Thor offered him some Asgardian liquors.
"Careful now, this stuff is strong," Thor cautioned, handing him a tiny portion of the liquor.
"Yeah, yeah. I've had 'strong', never did a thing to me. Come on, give me a little more, doubt this stuff is going to do a thing for me," Pietro said, looking distastefully at the meager portion of blue liquid in his glass.
"It's far more potent then any Midgardian liquors, I would strongly suggest-"
"Oh hush, I'm not a lightweight. If this stuff is really as strong as you're saying it is, we'll know in a few minutes," Pietro insisted, shoving the shot glass back into Thor's hands.
With a shrug, Thor poured a little more into the glass before returning it to him, sending a deeply apologetic look towards Wanda.
Thor was never one to jest, it seemed, and within minutes Pietro seemingly felt the effects, his words becoming slurred and his eyelids heavy.
Wanda has never seen Pietro so entirely uncoordinated, his entire body, normally so smooth and elegant in its movements, now becoming far less fluid. And he insisted he could still move at his 'normal' pace.
Upon standing up, he immediately managed to stumble, falling over his heels and backwards before catching himself on the bar, his palms dragging along its cool stone surface.
"We're good, just an untied shoelace," he hiccuped, smiling at the rest of the Avengers and pushing himself to his feet. "See? We're good."
Upon finishing that sentence he ran himself directly into a wall, landing gracelessly on his back.
"Was that wall always there? Or did it sneak up on me?" he groaned, pushing himself to his knees and shooting a sour look at the wall.
"I'll take him home," Wanda said, placing her glass down with a sigh.
"No, I'm good. I'm good, sweetie," Pietro insisted, scrambling back into an upright position. "See?" he said before promptly charging head first into a second wall, uttering a pained groan as he fell back down.
"Come on, we're going home," she chuckled, walking to his side to look down at him as he sprawled out on the floor.
"No, I'm good. Not my fault the walls keep moving," he slurred. "Stark and his fancy technology."
"Pietro, they aren't moving. You just ran into them."
"No, no, I'm pretty sure they're moving," he insisted, pouting slightly.
"Well, let's go home then, where the walls aren't moving," she teased, wrapping her arms under his so she could haul him to his feet.
"That actually sounds like a good idea. You're smart," he giggled, poking her cheek playfully before kissing her nose.
Well, at least she now knew what kind of drunk her brother was, she decided as they walked out of the facility.
"You're reeeeallly pretty, you know that?" Pietro slurred, the most stupid of grins painted on his face. "Pretty, pretty Wanda. I-" there was a pause in his speech so he could hiccup, covering his mouth as he began to giggle before his train of thought returned "I'm a really lucky guy."
"Mm, considering that I have to drag your drunk ass back home, I would certainly hope you appreciate me," she joked, ruffling his hair lightly.
"So lucky. Though I'm not so lucky in the fact that my head hurts," Pietro continued, frowning slightly.
"Poor baby, here, let me make it better," Wanda chuckled, stopping their walk so she could kiss the crown of his head gently. He seemed to like that, based on the way he leaned into her touch and the frown dissipated from his face into a beaming smile.
"That's better," he said simply, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders and crushing her into a warm embrace.
A soft sigh passed her lips as she leaned into his embrace, returning the hug and nestling herself into his arms. Even while drunk, he still gave the best hugs and the love that she had thought only possible in dreams. They remained quiet for several moments, tucked into the other's embrace under the light of the street lamp, as they quietly enjoyed the affection. Eventually it had to end, and it did with a quick kiss to his mouth and a pat to his cheek. "Mm, love you, Pietro. Now, come on, let's get you home."