Hey everyone! It's a SuperHusband one (Tony/Steve)
No one's POV
"I NEED CONSENENT!"
"Shut up, Thor!"
"I hate you!"
"Likewise!"
"HURRY UP!"
"PATIENCE!"
"JUST HURRY UP!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, THOR!"
"Hurry then Earthling!"
"EAT A FUCKING CAKEBAR!"
"THERE ISN'T ANY LEFT!"
"Why am I not surprised?" Clint muttered, clearly very annoyed by the DemiGod.
Clint hovered over Tony's kitchen stove as he cooked the omelet in the pan. All he wanted to do is chuck the damn thing at Thor's head to shut him up, but he knew Thor could beat him in a fight. Although killing Thor in his sleep didn't seem like a bad option...
"Shut up both of you!" Natasha yelled as she entered the kitchen that connected to the dining room.
"He started it," Clint sneered.
"I did not you immature binds of burden!" Thor snapped back.
"Who are you calling immature?"
"GUYS!" Bruce had heard enough. It was 9:00 am and hardly anyone slept more than 6 hours, and yet Thor was screaming the loudest they have ever heard him, which is a pretty big bar to beat.
Thor groaned then, slamming his head on the kitchen counter, jolting Tony awake, which by the way, was about five corridors down from the kitchen.
"I'm awake, i'm awake!" Tony blurted as he sat upright very heavily.
"Go back to sleep," Steve whispered, bringing Tony to lay back down with him.
"Ok, fine, God, I hate you," Tony mumbled against his Captain's skin.
Tony was not a morning person, anyone who knew him will tell you that as a warning, and did Steve listen to them? No.
"I love you too. Now, go to sleep," Steve chuckled, stroking Tony's hair until his eyes closed swiftly.
"Wia,t before I go to sleep," Tony mumbled, clearly half asleep here, "Tell them that if Thor or Clint break my kitchen I'll come and end them both in a wink, I don't care how much they think it's impossible, I'll find a way."
His threat would've been more threatening, but Steve knew Tony is just a lump of a body when it's morning.
"Okay, I will," Steve laughed, nodding his head slightly. He kissed his boyfriend's forehead before heading out of the room.
"Finally!" Thor exclaimed, finally happy to see a product on his plate.
"Yeah, well, I'd watch what you eat when I cook it," Clint whispered warningly, and Thor's eyes widened.
And just when the whole of Stark Tower went quiet, they all thought it would go back to normal, not much noise and just chatting. God were they wrong.
"HOW DARE YOU TRY AND POISON THE RULER OF ASGARD!"
"I JUST DID, HOT SHOT!"
"GET BACK HERE YOU IMMATURE HUMAN OF BURDEN WHITLOCKS!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, THOR!"
"I DO NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM MIDGARDS LIKE YOU!"
"OH REALLY? THEN KISS MY-"
"CLINT!"
"Sorry Nat."
