Take Your Tiny Hands Into Mine

8

Loki walked into the kitchen, to find Tony sitting with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Morning."

Loki sat down in front of him

"Good morning, Stark."

Tony glanced up at him, "What is it? I know that look, you want something."

"Where's Barton? Has he died?"

Tony cracked a smile at Loki's bluntness.

"No, he's not dead. He was here before you came, actually, he crashed on some sofa according to Fri. He'll be coming down soon."

Loki's eyes widened.

Tony noted his reaction and smiled, "Oh, I can't wait to see how he'll respond to you being here."

Loki stood up and backed away.

"I'll return... I'll just..."

And he walked off hastily, a strange pep in his step.

"Just don't ruin my floors! Unless the Hulk is willing to come out and make a Loki sized hole–"

Tony felt a pair of hands and his back and he was so startled that he almost dropped his cup but he only ended up spilling some coffee on his shirt.

"Damn it–"

Turns out it was just Nebula.

"The plan?" She asked.

"Well, you're excited." Tony nodded his head. "Just wait for everyone to gather around and we'll talk, maybe scare them into waking up." Tony gestured to his coffee soaked top.

Nebula glanced at his stained shirt and then stalked off silently in the same direction Loki had gone earlier.

Alone again at last.

If Tony had to be honest with himself, he barely got any sleep.

But four hours surely had to get him through the day.

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Tony sent Natasha and Steve off for a food run. Steve, to not buy some junky foods that Clint would most likely buy and for Natasha to remind him that the prices he saw were completely normal. (Old man.)

When they returned, Natasha followed the instructions for the pancake mix, Steve cracked some eggs, and Tony threw some sausages on the frying pan.

Okay, more like all of them. To be fair, they had a lot of mouths to feed.

When Steve noticed, he gave Tony a certain look but didn't comment. He was most likely thinking the same thing.

More people began to pile into the room, asking if they could help in any way.

Milk, water, tea, coffee, apple juice and orange juice were all passed around.

"Ah!" Clint stretched his arms over his head as he walked in. "Big group? Did you guys reverse the snap while I was napping?"

Tony snorted, "Clint, you were unconscious for over 15 hours."

Clint's smile widened. "Oh, you're just jealous you're not able to sleep for that long."

Tony turned toward his best friend, "Technically I could just ask Rhodey to inject me with–"

"I'm not injecting you with anything, just abandon your caffeine, Tones, and you'll return to a normal sleep schedule soon enough."

"My sleep schedule is normal."

"Staying awake for days at a time and then 5 hours of sleep is not enough. Sometimes I wonder have you even manage to function."