A/N: Welcome to the Stark Tower, the new residence for all things Avengers. This is where they have been ordered to stay. Each chapter will be a new situation featuring either one (this amount will probably rarely happen) up to all of the characters.

The alarm clock on his bedside table glowed 1:31 a.m.

Tony Stark groaned and flipped over once more in a vain attempt to fall asleep. He'd been tossing and turning since he went to bed. No position seemed comfortable enough to stay in and just when he found one more suitable than the last the pillow needed to be turned or the bedding was in annoying wads around his feet. He could never sleep well when Pepper wasn't home. He always felt so alone in the large bed when he was the only one in it.

I'll be at this all night, he thought. Tony sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Breathing a deep sigh, he ran his hands through his already unruly hair contemplating whether to put pants- or anything- on before he left the privacy of his own room. He decided against it, assuming that no one in their right minds would be up at this hour anyway.

Tony peeked out into the corridor, just to check to make sure everything was silent on the floor. When he decided the coast was clear, he maneuvered his way down the hall in the dark, trying not to trip on anything. Pepper had insisted on putting little tables with vases or other sculptures at random intervals down the length of the hall. She had said it would "brighten the dull interior". He cursed under his breath as he stubbed his toe on the third table. That "dull interior" was fine with him if it meant that he didn't have to navigate his way around his own house.

He'd made it to the living room without sustaining any severe injuries and quietly padded into the kitchen. The motion lights flicked on as soon as he stepped into the room. Tony's hand flew up to cover his eyes from the blinding light.

"Jarvis!" he hissed, trying not to be too loud.

"Sorry, sir!" The voice seemed to boom about the house.

"Shhh!" he warned, waving his free hand up and down.

"Sorry, sir..." Jarvis lowered its voice considerably. "What can I do for you? Pants, perhaps?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"No," he spat. "Just dim the lights please. We don't want to wake anyone up." What he really meant was that he didn't want anyone to come in and see him in his current, naked, state.

"Yes, sir. No problem." The lights dimmed and he lowered his hand cautiously. He moved to the coffee pot and went through the motions of putting a brew on. Once he finished, he drummed his fingers on the counter, pondering what else he wanted. He was a sucker for midnight snacks, especially when Pepper wasn't home. Moving the the frigde, he peered inside, hoping to find some treasure that may have materialized while he wasn't looking.

"Stark?" Tony's eyes grew wide as he realized he was no longer alone. He slowly closed the refrigerator door and looked up to see Thor standing in the kitchen as well, wearing only his boxers. Tony tried to think of something witty to say, but his mind drew a blank.

"Thor..." was what he managed. He hoped in the back of his mind that the god would take the hint from his unexpected awkwardness and leave, but his hopes were completely dashed as Thor moved forward and clapped a hand on Tony's bare shoulder.

"What keeps you up at this time of night? Does something trouble you?" Thor looked deeply into Tony's eyes as he waited for an answer. He seemed not to have noticed that Tony was butt-naked and he was barely dressed as well.

He either doesn't notice, or it doesn't bother him, Tony thought. He couldn't figure out which one was worse.

"No," he said, shrugging out from under Thor's hand. Not many things made him feel awkward, but being alone in a semi-lit kitchen at 1:30 in the morning with a half-dressed man- god- that seemed to pay no regard to the fact that he himself was fully naked set him over his allowed limit for awkward situations.

"Are you sure?" Thor followed him to the coffee pot, never taking his eyes off of Tony's face. Tony began to pour himself a cup and seriously considered putting alcohol in it.

"Yes. I'm positive," he said quickly. He wasn't about to spill his guts about how much he loved and missed his girlfriend.

"Well..." Thor looked at him skeptically. "Alright. I suppose-" They both turned their heads at the sound of footsteps outside the kitchen. A tired-looking Steve Rogers rounded the corner, yawning and rubbing his closed eyes. He reached out, aimlessly, with one hand, and made an upward motion obviously still not used to the fact that there wasn't a light switch in the building.

"What's going on in here...OH," he dropped both hands to his side as he processed the situation in front of him. His whole face flushed a bright red, and he averted his eyes. "I...uh...was..." he stuttered. He tried to make up an excuse for coming into the kitchen. His eyes danced around the room but refused to look in Tony and Thor's direction. "I'm sorry. I didn't...know...uhh...I didn't think...I was..." he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Interrupting."

"Calm down, Captain. Nothing's happening," Tony inched around Thor so that they weren't so close. Nonetheless, Thor moved with him, placing his hand back on his shoulder.

"Does something trouble you as well, Steve? I was simply asking Tony what was troubling his mind for him to be up at this hour," Thor looked innocently at Steve, still failing to see what was wrong with their situation.

"Yeah, we were just about to sit down and share our deepest, darkest secrets. Then, maybe have a pillow fight and gossip about boys. Wanna come?" Tony said with his usual, Stark-Attitude. Steve's face immediately flared red again and Tony had to fight the urge to laugh at him. It was so easy to make this guy uncomfortable and he made it is personal mission to do it every chance he got.

"I...uh...What?" Steve was still trying to process what was happening when two more sets of footsteps came from the other entrance to the kitchen. Clint and Bruce stood in the doorway behind them and all three men craned their necks to see them enter. Bruce looked at Thor, followed his hand to Tony's shoulder, then glanced back to Steve, obviously trying to avoid looking at Tony's bare butt. Clint simply looked in once, took everything in, and burst out laughing. He doubled over and had to lean against the door frame for support. His laughs echoed in the silence that flooded the entire building. Every time he would start to compose himself, he would glance up and that was all he needed to send him flying into another stint of girlish giggles.

"I really don't even want to know what's happening here," Bruce finally said over Clint's laughter.

"It really isn't what it looks like..." Tony started. He began to turn around, but Bruce held up his hand.

"For the love of all things good in this universe, do not turn around. I will not be held accountable for what would happen if you did." Tony obeyed, silently thanking him for being the only sane one out of the lot.

"Like, I was saying, it really isn't what it looks like," he repeated.

"Oh?"

"Yes. But, out of complete curiosity, what does it look like?"

"Honestly? It looks like you and Thor were..." Bruce cleared his throat and waved his hand in a "you-know-what-I-mean" gesture. "...doing..."

"Something naughty," Clint supplied through laughs. Bruce rolled his eyes and continued.

"Then Steve walked in...or was there from the beginning, I really don't know, and is just more embarrassed then you two. But, that's what it looks like."

"Well, Bruce, you hit the nail on the head. That's exactly what we were doing. And, you know what? It was all Cap's idea," Tony said, trying to keep his voice steady. Every head in the room turned and stared at him. Steve became more flustered than before (if that was even possible).

"What?" he shouted, his eyes wide with horror. Thor simply looked at him with a confused face.

"Oh dear Lord..." Bruce was about to turn around and walk back to his room, but Tony spoke before he could get anywhere.

"I was kidding! Geeze, take a joke."

"Oh, thank God," Bruce rubbed his eyes. It was definitely too early for this amount of crazy.

"I was in here first. Since its two o-clock in the morning, I figured no one would be awake and I didn't put any pants on. Then Mr. Asgard over here, decided to join me."

"I simply came in to see what was wrong," Thor interjected.

"In your underwear?"

"I must point out that you came in here with no clothes on."

"Old habits die hard." Thor gave him a strange look at the use of the phrase.

"Then, he got all touchy-feely and Cap decided that was his cue to enter." Tony turned his head to Steve. "Not a good cue." Steve looked at the ground and shook his head slightly.

"Then you guys walked in. Like I said before, nothing was happening." There was a long silence while the two men in the doorway soaked up the information. Bruce turned away from the door.

"I'm going back to bed. Stark, all I'm saying is that when I get up in the morning you had better have pants on."

"Will do."

"Well, I'm leaving too. Fun's over. Thanks for the midnight laughs," Clint gave a joking wave and turned. No sooner did he get out the door did he bump into a half-awake Natasha.

"Whasgoinon?" she slurred.

"Trust me, you don't want to go in there. We'll fill you in in the morning."

"I'll just...be going now," Steve said quickly and all but ran from the kitchen.

"Are you sure nothing is bothering you?"

"Yes," Tony rolled his eyes.

"Would you confide in me if there was?"

"No. Probably not." Thor looked a bit taken aback by the abrupt answer.

"Alright, then. Until the morning, Tony."

Tony was alone in the kitchen once again. He reached for his coffee but realized it had already turned luke-warm. Grumbling, he poured it down the sink and waved for Jarvis to shut the light.

It's gonna take a lot of getting used to with this new living arrangement, Tony thought.

A/N 2: So, this is my new work in progress! I think its gonna be a ton of fun to write. BUT! I need your help! If you have funny (or serious) situations that you want me to write a chapter for, PM it to me (don't comment it! We want it to be a surprize!) Thanks so much and you know the drill. Reviews are lovely!