Tony Stark:
You'd thought Tony would come to bed hours ago when he promised, "Just five more minutes, sweetheart." But, as you glance at the clock, it's well past midnight, and the faint blue light from his lab glows beneath the door. You groan, knowing exactly what he's doing—tinkering with yet another suit modification. Pushing the door open, you find him hunched over his workstation, completely absorbed in his work. "Tony, you promised," you say softly, crossing your arms. He doesn't look up, his fingers flying over the holographic screens. "I know, I know," he mutters, "but I'm onto something big here." Rolling your eyes, you walk up behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. "You say that every night. Come to bed." Tony leans back into your touch but doesn't stop working. "Five more minutes," he tries again, but when you lean in and press a kiss to the back of his neck, he sighs and finally glances up at you. "Alright, you win. I'm coming." You give him a knowing smile, tugging at his arm until he stands up. "About time," you tease. Tony chuckles, shutting everything down before wrapping an arm around your waist. "What would I do without you?"
Bruce Banner:
Bruce had promised he'd be right to bed after finishing up some last-minute readings in his lab, but here you are, lying alone in bed with the clock ticking past 1 a.m. Sighing, you slip out from under the covers and pad down the hall. Pushing open the door, you find him hunched over a microscope, papers scattered around him. "Bruce," you call softly, leaning against the doorframe. His head snaps up, startled, and he rubs his eyes as if realizing for the first time how late it's gotten. "Oh... hey," he says, his voice thick with exhaustion. "I lost track of time." You raise an eyebrow, stepping into the room. "You promised you'd come to bed hours ago." Bruce winces slightly, clearly aware he's broken that promise. "I know, but I just—this experiment, I needed to finish..." His voice trails off as you come up beside him, resting a hand on his back. "It'll still be here in the morning. You need rest too." He sighs, glancing at the papers before giving in. "You're right. I'm sorry." You smile, pulling him to his feet. "Come on. Let's get some sleep." Bruce slips his hand into yours, grateful for the gentle reminder to take care of himself too. "Thanks for looking out for me," he murmurs as you lead him back to bed.
Thor Odinson:
Thor promised he'd come to bed after finishing a conversation with his brother, Loki. You weren't too worried at first—until hours passed and you found yourself lying awake, waiting. With a sigh, you get up and head down to the living room, where you find Thor and Loki still deep in discussion, the fireplace casting long shadows. "Thor," you call gently, leaning against the doorway. His head snaps toward you, and he immediately rises to his feet. "My love, I apologize—I did not realize how late it had become." Loki smirks, lounging back as Thor walks over to you. "Your beloved seems less patient than usual tonight, brother," Loki teases, but you ignore him, crossing your arms. "You promised you'd be right to bed." Thor's eyes soften, and he places his hands on your shoulders. "I know, and I did not mean to break my word. We got caught up in matters of Asgard." You glance past him at Loki, who raises an eyebrow but says nothing. Thor gently cups your cheek. "Let me make it up to you. I will join you now." You sigh, letting the tension slip from your shoulders as Thor presses a kiss to your forehead. "Next time, don't keep me waiting so long," you say softly, and he smiles. "I shall not, my love. Come, let us retire." He guides you away, leaving Loki to his thoughts.
Loki Laufeyson:
When Loki promised he'd come to bed after finishing a book he'd been engrossed in all evening, you had believed him. But now, well into the night, you find yourself tossing and turning in an empty bed. With a groan, you slip out and find him in the library, still curled up with the book in hand, the firelight casting a warm glow over his features. "Loki," you call, your voice soft but firm. He glances up from the pages, eyes gleaming mischievously. "What are you doing out of bed, darling?" he asks, as if it's not the middle of the night. You cross your arms. "I'm waiting for you. You promised you'd come to bed hours ago." Loki sets the book down with a sigh, a smirk playing on his lips. "Time flies when you're engrossed in a good story." You raise an eyebrow, not impressed. "That's no excuse." He stands, moving toward you with that signature fluid grace. "I suppose I've kept you waiting long enough, haven't I?" he murmurs, reaching out to pull you close. "I'm sorry, love." You huff, but let him guide you back toward the bedroom. "Next time, I'm taking that book away." Loki chuckles, kissing the top of your head. "I'll hold you to that threat."
