The time on the screen read 4:17am. Tony's eyes lifted to glare at the mocking little digits. Damn you screen, Tony thought deliriously. After a further 3 minutes of accusing the screen of crimes, ranging from witchcraft to global warming, Tony attempted to sit back in his chair. The movement should have been easier. Various pops and clicks rang out through the room as the genius sunk into his worn out desk chair. A deep sigh escaped the billionaire as he practically morphed into the cushioned back of the should be uncomfortable chair. Blood shot eyes scanned the surrounding of the lab and with effort locked target on heaven. Coffee. The caffeine angel was seated on a table in the left hand corner of the expensive lab. Tony's sleep deprived mind couldn't keep up with the discovery. A pink tongue darted out between red sore lips to point in the direction of the miracle.
That's not fair. How come that dumbass zebra gets to drink coffee when he's just ran off with JARVIS' wife! Tony's eyes were glued to the mug of coffee in a way that was almost feral. Teeth gritted and eyes dared to close as Tony continued to accuse objects around the room of stealing Thor's favourite cape and shaving Bruce's hair off. Suddenly a crisp voice of reason sounded from the ceiling.
"Sir, I must advise you should take a break."
Tony's head angled back more to smile at the ceiling.
"Jaaaaarvis.' A croaky voice sung. "How's it going buttercup?" Tony's head lolled to the side as he targeted a menacing glare at the screw driver.
"Sir, you have been awake for 72 hours. I advise you should go to bed and then continue working in the lab when it is suitable."
Tony could have sworn he heard a voice telling him to wake his 72 beds from rehab when it is sunny but his thoughts were drawn to a group of 5 people who were currently sleeping in the floors above. The Avengers. His face automatically turned unreadable. Bruce. The fellow scientist really was great company to have around. He's quiet and does steal my god damn blueberries but he really is someone special. A hysterical giggle escaped Tony as he pictured Bruce with a blueberry head and then all went quiet as he returned to his thoughts.
Natasha and Clint. The assassins started out as a mystery to Tony. They moved into the tower later than everyone else but with time dropped their barriers. Clint's a good drinking partner, obviously not as good as me but no one's as good as the master and Natasha promised not to kill me so I can deal. Tony's gaze dropped to his left hand that was currently placed on the armrest. Various scribbles and formulas coloured the tan skin with a little side note that read 'POPTARTS'.
The genius' stomach produced a deafening grumble but was easily ignored as another person popped into Tony's head. Thor. The day that the God discovered poptarts will be forever marked down in history as one of the weirdest. Tony's posture sagged while a grin crossed his tired face. One of these day I'm gonna trick Thor into dying his hair blue. Another hysterical giggle burst from Tony's mouth. Once the girlish giggle ran its course, two chocolate brown eyes began to slide down.
"Sir, I believe it would be unwise for you to sleep in the lab, again. I'm sure as you can remember previous occasions of this happening were not appreciated." A crisp British tone echoed throughout the lab startling the sleepy Stark.
Tony's eyes remained closed as he cheerily sung, "Mute." The A.I wasn't his mother. The billionaire's thoughts turned to the final remaining boy band member. Steve. Tony didn't exactly have the best start with Steve. Wasn't my fault he was a boring capsicle. Tony's eyes peeled open once more. "Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, what are you?" The two get on better nowadays but the question stills remains engraved in his head. Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. A sad smile crossed Tony's mouth and with that final thought his eyes slid shut.