Tony's Narration
You all know who I am. Tony Stark. And today, I'd like to tell you about my favorite thing ever. Asgardians. Now, I hate Rogers' guts with every inch of me, but Asgardians make Rogers seem like a saint. Now that Loki and Thor are living in the tower, it's a never ending whirlwind of mess. I guess it's kind of refreshing since it brings life to the tower that hasn't been there since Pietro unfortunately died. But I need quiet!
"Tony?" A voice boomed into Tony's ear while he was trying to read. He sighed angrily as he put down his book and glared.
"What do you want?" I grumbled up at Thor, my arms crossed.
"I was wondering if you could fetch me more Poptarts?"
"Really? Why are you asking me?"
"You haven't left the tower in three weeks and so by the rules, you must be the one to leave the tower and go to the store and fetch the poptarts."
"By what rules?" Tony sat up straighter, crossing his arms. He arched an eyebrow as he glared up at the god, his eyes glinting angrily. The man was not happy, and he was very very not up to being messed with today. He'd already had to stay up late the previous night as Peter was injured on a mission, again, and he didn't want to leave his adoptive son alone.
Thor tilted his head in confusion as to why the short man was so angry, he only made a simple request. Why, back in Asgard he only had to snap his fingers and his wish was his servant's commands. Wait. This wasn't Asgard anymore. "I believe this is by Steve's rules."
That only seemed to aggravate Tony more. He let his head fall over the headrest of the chair and let out a groan. He gripped onto his hair before looking back up at Thor. "How many times do I have to tell you? Steve does not make the rules!"
"I do not understand why you are so upset."
"If you want your beloved poptarts, go by them yourself!" He spat bitterly before standing up and walking to his workshop. On the way, however, he was stopped by none other than Loki Laufeyson. "Yes?" He questioned.
Loki stood tall, towering over Tony. "I request your assistance on something, Stark."
"Oh? What now?"
"I request a drink of water."
"First off, I am not your maid. Get it yourself! Second off, can anyone in this tower leave me alone?" He shouted, side-stepping Loki.
In his workshop, Thor was waiting. "I also need beer."
"Bruce?" Tony called out weakly. The scientist ran in, tripping a few times.
"What do you need Tony?"
"Can you get Thor his damned poptarts and beer? I'm tired." He whimpered as he fell against his work table. Bruce looked at Tony in sympathy and nodded.
"Of course, but go get some sleep. You look like you're on the brink of death."
"Do I at least look good while looking like I'm on the brink of death?"
"Boy." Thor inhaled sharply. "Go get some sleep."
Hey guys and welcome to my newest story! I'm sorry the first episode is short, but I can promise more longer ones will come out! I will actually have a lot of funny, happy episodes while also having sad ones. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
