Avengers Stories //Oneshots//

Breakfast with the Avengers

"What do y'all want?"

That was the first thing Tony heard when he stumbled into the kitchen after actually sleeping a straight seven hours.

"Really, Steve?" He huffed. "Y'all?"

Steve rolled his eyes, already pulling out numerous cooking supplies. Tony's eyes roamed about the kitchen, spotting each of his friends.

Natasha was sitting on his table, one leg crossed over the other. She was holding a magazine, a clothing one, Tony noticed. The flipped page facing him had an outfit circled and Tony quickly put the magazine and outfit name into his memory bank.

Bruce was messing with a tablet, settled comfortably into his chair in a robe. His hair was damp, he must've taken a shower recently.

Thor was already snacking on Poptarts, leaned against the counter in large sweats. He had a gallon of orange juice labeled "Thor's juice". He'd have to restock later, the fridge and cabinets were getting more empty than he liked with six people, two having insanely fast metabolism.

He didn't see Clint at the table, but that was to be expected. One glance at the fridge revealed Clint was settled on top of it in his bird like way.

"Get off my fridge, Clint," Tony deadpanned, turning on the coffee maker.

"Awwwwwww. I didn't scare you."

"Haven't scared me since the second time, birdbrain."

"Third!"

"I was half asleep! It doesn't count."

"It so does!"

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"Does?"

"Doesn't!" Clint yelled in triumph, only to realize the inventor had tricked him and slumped in defeat. Tony cackled.

Natasha rolled her eyes, muttering, "children."

"Yep," Bruce agreed, not even looking up from whatever he was doing.

"Hey!" Clint and Tony yelled.

"It's a fact," Steve said with a smirk. "Now what do y'all want?"

"Bacon!" Thor bellowed.

"Pancakes," Natasha said.

"Sausage," Clint said.

"I don't care, I just need coffee." The genius said just as the coffee maker dinged. He poured himself a mug, barely looking at what he was doing. He'd done it so many times.

Bruce put down his tablet. "Let me give you a hand, Steve."

"Thank you, Bruce."

Tony sat down beside Natasha, pulling out his phone. Clint was still on his fridge, but Tony decided to just let him be.

As he ordered Natasha's outfit, he occasionally looked up to observe his friends. Bruce and Steve were a team when making breakfast, barely ever getting in each other's way. Right now Steve was pouring up chocolate pancakes onto the griddle while Bruce prepared the bacon.

He pressed the final button for "same day delivery" just as Natasha tapped him on the shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing."

"I saw you order that."

Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to."

Her hand left his shoulder and Tony became acutely focused on some contracts that needed reviewing for SI. Pepper was overseas and wouldn't be back til next Tuesday, something was going on in the SI in Japan. He occasionally took sips of his coffee, at least until he raises it to his mouth and nothing was left.

"Here." He looked up to see Natasha with the coffee pot. She poured it into his mug until it was a centimeter from the top.

"Thank you," the inventor said, slightly confused at why she did that.

"Welcome."

"Food's ready!" Steve announced.

"Aye Steve and Bruce, it looks delicious!" Thor said, bounding over.

As food was served, happy chatter going about the room, Tony looked over his teamates, friends. People from so different past, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

He wouldn't trade them for the world.