Tony was used to waking up in expensive hotels with hangovers, he really was. What Tony was not used to waking up with, though, was a sleeping tiger, which totally justified his unmanly shriek and subsequent tumble from the bed.
The tiger woke up just as the not-so-iron-man scrambled out and slammed the door shut. He could hear growls and scratching from the other side, but thankfully tigers didn't know how to use doorknobs (or he hoped this one didn't...after that one incident at the Zoo a few months back, he still sometimes suspected that flamingos had secret thumbs).
Inching away from his room, he finally realized that he was still dressed, which was a relief (because while Tony was a tiger wild thing in bed, he drew the line on screwing things with tails), but it didn't explain why he was wearing a hot-pink silk shirt and...were those purple spandex glitter shorts?
Maybe he should've stayed in the room with the tiger.
A groan came from the bathroom to his left and he turned. It was like something out of a horror film when he saw a bloodstained hand reach up and grab the edge of the tub. When that hand's owner (Clint) stumbled upright ass naked, Tony wasn't sure if he was awake and not in some horrible nightmare.
"...what happened?" Clint slurred, rubbing his blood-covered hands over his tired eyes. He didn't even seem to notice that someone had drawn a goddamned smiley face and a downward arrow just above his groin. And really, there were some things Tony would've preferred not to know about his fellow teammates (whether or not they shaved certain areas being one of them).
Just as he was going to either reply (or scream, Tony honestly wasn't sure which one would be better while he had a slamming hangover and horrible images forever burned into his mind), there was a shrill cry from the living room and a pained rumble like thunder. Thor!
Deciding to abandon bleary-eyed, naked Clint, Tony clapped his hands over his ears and shuffled out to a ruined living room of their presidential suite. In the middle of a mess of feather down and ripped pillows was Thor, holding a baby upside down at arm's length, looking very, very confused. Tony decided that maybe his ears might bleed, but seeing as Thor was dressed (albeit in a slinky red sequined dress and smeared make up), was still better than naked Clint and the tiger in his bed.