Doesn't belong to me. Just the idea. Nothing else.
Tony winced at the obnoxiously bright light streaming through the window. He hadn't planned on passing out, per se, but dinner at the compound had turned into poker at the compound, and somewhere along the way, someone had decided that it would be a great idea to break into Thor's private alcohol stash. That would probably explain why he was curled around a trash can. In his underwear.
The front door opened as Steve and Bucky came in, stamping their feet. "You think Stark's awake yet?" Bucky asked in an overly loud tone.
"I am. And a thousand dollars to the first one to bring me coffee and bacon. And my pants."