A/N: Can I just say how much I love reading Domestic!Avengers Fanfics?! I mean, I'm in love with these, and wanted to write this one when this title just came to me.

It was 3:06 A.M., and all was, albeit somewhat, quiet at Avengers Tower as Tony was ravaging through the kitchen. He was absolutely starving! It had been, what, 30 hours since his last emergence from his lab? Steve would be so proud.

All the genius had on his mind right now was peanut butter and jelly. And for some reason, the glow of his reactor wasn't enough light to find the ingredients. Tony knew better than to turn on the lights without warning in the middle of the night. Living with two assassins, a naive demigod with his evil brother or whatever, a supernanny, and raging green monster, he had learned his lesson the hard way of how his roommates react when things go "bump in the night."

"At long last..." What seemed like ten minutes later, the last of the ingredients, the creamy peanut butter, was found. Honestly, why does Clint insist on crunchy? That's like preferring an iPad over a Stark Tablet...stupid. He held a farewell ceremony to the prehistoric disappointment of what Jobs calls new tech, and dared any of the others to purchase one on one of his credit cards ever again. He had an image to keep!

After spreading the perfect amount of creamy peanut butter on one side and grape jelly on the other, Tony congratulated himself with a song and dance on making the perfect sandwich.

"HeyHeyHeyHeyHey..." He slipped his shirt back on, not needing the light any more.

"HeyHeyHeyHeyHAAAAAAAAA!" Tony turned white as a sheet at none other than the god of mischief himself...

"Good evening." Loki smiled, hair in a tangled mess, wearing a black tshirt and green pajama pants. "Isn't it past your bed time? I'm sure the Captain would not approve."

Tony rolled his eyes, trying to act like the last five seconds never happened. "I'll have you know, I'm just following Captain's orders." He showed his sandwich to the god.

"Yes, I see. What a nutritious and delectable choice." Loki snarled at the disgusting thing on Tony's plate.

"Haters gonna hate." Tony smirked as he brushed past the confused god, trying to decipher the meaning behind that phrase.

Steve woke up at 4:55 sharp a couple hours later. He went down to the floor of the Tower dedicated to training, and went through his usual morning routine. Afterwards, he showered and sketched a while next to his huge window in his personal suite Tony had designed for each of the Avengers. Even Loki had his own next to Thor's, much to Loki's dismay and Thor's delight.

At 7:30, Steve headed down to the kitchen located on the main living floor of the tower. He started making breakfast for everyone, as he was the only one who even bothered with learning how to cook. He started making the pancake batter...he hated using the kind that came in the box...since he knew he and Thor and, well, arguably, Clint all had huge appetites.

Shortly after 8:00, Steve heard the ding of the elevator, letting him know of the arrival of his earliest riser.

"Good morning, Bruce."

The doctor smiled, bags under his eyes. "Morning Steve. I'm gonna make some coffee." Steve smiled and continued making breakfast. Now, he had learned a lot about the 21st century, but the coffee was still a challenge, so he opted out of the that responsibility. Tony, Loki, and Thor almost killed him after he ruined their morning over his shitty coffee he tried to make for him. Bruce decided to take over from then on.

Natasha silently just appeared in the barstool next to Bruce, but since, she was quiet, it didn't phase him the least. They greeted each other respectively, then Bruce went back to the crossword puzzle as Natasha stirred her tea. Steve was also grateful for the fact that they still had crossword puzzles. It's little things like that that get him through the day.

Loki was next to enter the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee. Nobody said a word. He was not a morning person. He seated himself at the end on the other side of Bruce so he wouldn't have to sit next to his obnoxiously noisy and grotesquely messy brother. A mug floated out of the cabinet and over to the coffee machine and poured itself before floating over to the somber god.

Clint and Thor stumbled in, literally, apparently chasing each other for no apparent reason. Loki rolled his eyes and continued to add the necessary amounts of cream and sugars to make his coffee perfect.

"GOOD MORNING MY FRIENDS! TIS ANOTHER SPLENDID SATURDAY!"

Clint stuck a finger in his ear, far too sensitive from the thunderous voice, pun intended. He sat down next to Natasha, Steve giving him his coffee. Thor seated himself after making his own coffee in the largest cup anybody had ever seen. He loved the red cup with his hammer and a lightning bolt on it so much, he quickly learned if he wanted another, not to slam it on the ground, because it was a one-of-a-kind. He would instead ask Steve for a refill.

At around 9:30, after Steve had served everyone, he went to Tony's room to wake him up. This was like Mission Impossible with no happy ending. He knocked three times, and he could hear some shuffling on the other side of the door.

"Sir is indeed almost completely conscious at the moment. I mentioned to him that Dr. Banner has made coffee, and that made it easier for him to get dressed. Sir would also like me to tell, Captain Rogers, that he had successfully made and completely consumed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich this morning at 3:47 before falling asleep. I thought you would appreciate hearing Sir's latest accomplishment."

"That's great. Thank-you, JARVIS."

Steve headed back to the kitchen to make Tony and himself a plate. Thor had already found a box of Pop tarts, strawberry flavored, to add to his meal. After Steve was about halfway through with his large helping of pancakes, Tony dragged himself in, sitting down between Clint and Steve. He started with his black coffee to arouse him before starting on his waffles.

Everyone continued on with their breakfast as they did every other morning. Only this, weekend, nobody had any plans, so it was going to be a nice, relaxing weekend at Avengers Tower...

Right...