no ones pov:
tony was sat in his lab when FRIDAY announced that the avengers where back in the tower after their hiatus. it had been months, and a lot had happened. tony walks to the living room and greeted them, including a firm handshake from steve.
"what time is it?" tony asks aloud, breaking the silence.
"it's 9:37, saturday. what, you been cooped up in that lab for a week?" bruce questions, voice laced with care. tony shrugs him off and leaves the room, all the other avengers look amongst each other, as they hear tony's words, faintly in the distance.
"peter get out of bed and stop being lazy." tony returns, giving the confused avengers his usual charming smile before pulling out some ingredients and a pan and starts baking.
"tony? what're you doing?" clint asks him but the superhero shrugs him off with a simple one word answer: breakfast.
just as the pancakes were done, a young brown haired scrawny looking boy walks in and sits down at the table where tony places the food in front of him. "what time did you go to sleep last night?"
"probably around five."
"damn kid, what happened? robbery?"
"nope, group call with the decathlon team, we kinda strayed off topic and started roasting each other and then i decided to watch a film." peter yawns.
"peter you know you need your sleep."
"oh yeah, cause you totally sleep all the time." peter scoffs and tony raises his eyebrows.
"who taught you to be like this?"
"um- you did, so you can take your sass and go back down to the lab and stay there like a hobbit."
"you woke up on the wrong side of the bed mister."
"nope, you just woke me up early."
"you should have gone to bed earlier then... go eat kiddo. peter only stuck his tongue out at his farther-figure before tucking into his breakfast.
to say the avengers were confused, was an understatement.
