On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

twenty one.

Issac was in the kitchen earlier than usual, dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a sweater. Normally he slept in shorts and a t-shirt, sometimes a tank top if it was warmer, but for some reason it was practically freezing when he woke up this morning. He wondered if someone messed with the thermostat overnight or if winter was just starting to approach and Tony hadn't switched over the heating yet.

He was restless, more so than usual and it was starting to affect his sleep schedule. It wasn't so much because of past memories resurfacing, but because of Tony's impending going away party being held for Thor later this evening. He rubbed his temples before closing his eyes, focusing on listening to the coffee brew beside him. The sun was just rising above the city skyline, illuminating the upper levels in a nice warm orange glow. This was one of the few things he liked about Tony giving the upper level glass walls. Not only could he look down and see a good portion of the city from above, but the colorful lighting from both sunrises and sunsets was a nice sight to look at.

He opened his eyes upon hearing approaching footsteps, expecting Bruce or Clint, hell even Steve coming back from his morning run a bit earlier than usual. However Natasha was the one who rounded the corner, dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie, no doubt having woken up a few minutes ago. Despite that however, she still looked as beautiful and as put together as ever.

"Well good morning." She smiled, surprised to see their youngest awake so early. He was usually one of the last to emerge from his room. She opened the fridge, grabbing the cream and setting it on the counter before rummaging through the ingredients.

"Morning." Issac mumbled, grabbing the coffee pot and pouring the liquid into two mugs before setting it back on its platform.

"Think we can ask Thor to make pancakes this morning before he leaves?" She looked over her shoulder at him, a devious smirk already on her face and she hadn't even had her coffee yet.

"Is he awake?" Issac asked, stirring in his creamer and sugar before taking a careful sip, not wanting to burn himself.

Natasha nodded, grabbing the ingredients and setting them on the counter before stepping back and lying in wait. A few minutes later, Thor entered the kitchen and smiled at the two of them, pouring himself a cup of coffee as well before glancing at the ingredients scattered around. He hummed, taking a sip as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"I think I shall make those little round breakfast cakes you mortals enjoy so much. What do you call them again?" He looked at the duo.

"Pancakes." Issac reminded him, leaning forward on the counter and grinning over at Natasha. He changed the filter, putting on another pot of coffee for when the next wave of Avengers came through the kitchen.

"Pancakes, yes, those." Thor set his mug aside, rummaging around until he managed to find a bowl, large pan, and a spoon.

The thing they both equally loved about Thor is that they didn't even have to ask. All they needed to do was give him a subtle hint, reminder, or even put the thought into his head and he would do it. While it mainly worked with just cooking, they even managed to use this method to get him to do some other, more reckless things as well. Not that Tony or Steve needed to know of course.

Thor set the first stack in front of them a bit later, still steaming and practically golden from being perfectly cooked. Issac grabbed a few plates, setting them aside before placing one in front of himself and one in front of Natasha while she grabbed utensils. He grabbed the bottle of syrup, placing it in the middle and glancing at what was left.

"Jarvis, can you put syrup on the grocery list?" He asked, serving himself two pancakes to start off. They had enough syrup that would last them through today, but they should definitely buy more for the next time someone decided to make pancakes or waffles, or if they just wanted syrup. With so many different people, he wouldn't be surprised by the last possibility.