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Late Nights
He had known that living with a bunch of(crazy, borderline insane) superheroes wouldn't exactly be the most normal thing in the world. Still, he hadn't expected the famous Black Widow to be sleeping on his kitchen table as if she did this everyday.
"Hello..."
"What are you doing?"
"Why the hell are you sleeping on the kitchen table? Couldn't you go to your bed like a normal person?"
" Hey Spidey-"
"Don't call me that."
"Yeesh. Touchy. Would you mind getting that fork away from my face?
".."
"Okay... That brings me back to my original question. Why are you sleeping on the kitchen table?"
"I wasn't sleeping on the table. I was sleeping on the chair."
"Same difference. May I ask why?"
"No."
"No? Seriously? This is my house, I demand an explanation!"
".."
"I'm waiting.."
"Clint's on a mission."
"And how does this affect your ability to sleep in your bed like a normal person?"
"He's supposed to be back today. I'm waiting for him to get back."
"Why can't you wait in your bed?"
"Tony, if you don't leave in ten seconds, I swear I'll tell Pepper that you managed to break the heel off her favorite pair of shoes."
"How do you even know about that?!"
"10, 9, 8, 7..."
With his face comically pale, Tony fled the kitchen. The famous Black Widow settled back down in her chair, using the table as a pillow, to wait for Clint again.
After all, how was she supposed to get any sleep without knowing where the hell he was?