This was based on a Word of the Day Challenge for 'butyraceous': of the nature of, resembling, or containing butter
Disclaimer: Don't own Avengers
It was Tony's nose that woke him up at an ungodly hour that morning and led him straight to the kitchen.
The kitchen that wasn't empty.
"Pepper won't like that you're using her food."
Bruce looked up from the worktop. "What do you mean?"
Tony flopped into one of the armchairs around the coffee table. He flipped open his Stark Phone. "There's no real food in this tower, save for what Pepper buys. You're cooking. So it's Pepper's food you're using, and she will not be happy."
"Actually, I bought this stuff myself."
Tony snapped his Stark Phone shut and looked over at Bruce.
"You're buying food for my tower? What, you think you live here or something?"
"I have an entire floor that came with three bedrooms."
Tony shrugged. "That's beside the point. Why are you buying food?"
Bruce looked back down. "Because I am used to much simpler tastes than takeaways and restaurants for every meal. Plus, I did use Pepper's food once and realised what it must be like to be on the receiving end of… the Other Guy."
Tony shrugged one shoulder and held out his hand towards Bruce with his palm facing upwards.
"What are you making, anyway?"
"He's making pancakes, sir."
"Didn't ask you, JARVIS."
"You're too mean to JARVIS."
"Nope. And I didn't know you could make pancakes."
"Actually, sir, from my knowledge of food composition, I estimate that Dr Banner's pancakes will be delicious. They are rather butyraceous-"
"Whoa, what?" Tony looked up at the ceiling. "What did I tell you about learning new words? It's making me regret getting into the AI game."
"You know you would be lost without me, sir."
"Not anymore. Now I have Bruce. Now I have pancakes."
Bruce blinked. "You think I'm gonna give you pancakes?"
Tony pouted. "You're not?"
Bruce scowled. "You know I am."
Tony flashed him a smile.