Hi guys. This is my first Avengers fic ever, so I'm kinda nervous about it. English is not my native language, so if any spelling or grammar mistakes should have sneaked in, feel free to let me know :-)

Tony Stark was bored.
He was on his 52nd hour awake, and tinkering with his suit somehow wasn't enough to occupy him. Normally at this point he would go up to one of the living rooms where the other members of his team usually spent the evenings and annoy them. But tonight everyone was out, and for once Tony had his tower to himself.

He couldn't remember the last time that happened. Sighing he shoved the part of the suit he'd been working on away. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed having his fellow avengers around. The place somehow felt empty without them.
He let a hand run through his hair ruffling it even more than it already was, and reached for the almost empty cup of coffee next to him. Eyeing it suspiciously, he took a small sip. Instantly he spat it back out cursing loudly. It was completely cold.

"Jarvis, haven't I told you like a billion times to warn me BEFORE I drink cold coffee?"

"Sorry, sir," the always present AI answered, sounding just slightly apologetic.

"Whatever," Tony grumbled and got to his feet, discarding the cup of treacherous coffee.

He felt dizzy from lack of sleep, and he could almost see Pepper's face swimming in front of him, telling him to go to bed. He shook his head. No way. He'd rather drink a whole pot of freezing coffee, than face the nightmares that never seemed to let go.
They had increased lately, and with Pepper gone away on a business trip and hardly any action for the Avengers, Tony felt stretched thin. He needed to do stuff. He needed to be busy. Anything to keep the dreams and memories at bay.

Entering the elevator he tried to shake of the dark thoughts. "Jarvis, when was the last time I ate?"

"It has been 10 hours 32 minutes since your last meal, sir. Would you like me to prepare anything?"

"Nah, I'll just go out and grab something." Exiting the elevator on the ground floor, Tony grabbed a leather jacket on the way out, zipping it up to hide the blue glow from the arc reactor that shone through his not surprisingly rather dirty white tank top.
Just as he was about to leave the building he hesitated.

"Oh, and Jarvis..."

"Yes sir?"

"Don't let anyone in, unless they sing 'Hit me baby one more time', got it?"

"Does this apply to the rest of the Avengers as well?"

Tony couldn't hide a grin.
"Yep, them especially. And don't forget to get it on tape."

"Of course, sir."

In a much better mood Tony Stark strolled outside, heading for the nearest sharwama joint.

Soo... a bit short I know, just had to put it down :-) What do you think? Should I continue this? I have a plot in my head, but I'm not really sure that I'll be able to write an avengers fic properly. I'm already afraid that Tony was slightly OOC here ...

Anyway, let me know if you would like to read more, and as always all kinds of constructive criticism is welcome :-)