Disclaimer: I do not own you, nor do I own your Avenger love interest.

For AliceInWonderland93 (Quizilla)

"God dammit, Tony!" you cried out upon entering the kitchen. Ever since you and the billionaire had begun dating a few months ago, Tony had requested that you move into Stark Tower (he wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous about you living far away in case there was an attack. He wanted to make sure you were safe). Of course, you agreed. So you had gotten used to each other's morning routine by now. However, with Tony Stark being... well, Tony Stark, he often forgot- or ignored- that other people lived in the tower besides him and carried on as he damn well pleased. Which meant that he only made enough coffee for himself, and should extra have somehow been made, he would drink it all just because he could.
Which is exactly how this morning started. That annoying billionaire had drank all the coffee again, leaving you caffeine-less and bitchy.
"Yes, darling?" Tony himself answered, walking into the kitchen where you were mumbling inappropriate and incoherent obsenities about him under your breath.
"You drank all the coffee again," you replied simply, glaring at the pot. If looks could kill, the poor, defenseless coffee pot would be on fire and in pieces right about now. Come to think of it, so would Tony.
"And you're making more. What's the problem?" the genius questioned, taking a seat at the breakfast bar and watching you growl in irritation. A small smirk played on his lips - he so enjoyed getting under your skin.
"The problem is I don't want to make more coffee. I want the coffee to be ready and waiting when I come down here in the morning," you grumbled, pressing the buttons on the machine so it would start brewing. You then turned to the billionaire and crossed your arms across your chest, glaring at his still-smirking face.
"One of the few disatvantages of living with me, dear," he replied, unfazed. "I play by my rules and no one else's."
"So I gather," you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. You sat across from him at the breakfast bar, wondering just what breakfast should be. You fidgeted with the hem of your black tank top, glad to be wearing it instead of one of Tony's shirts. You may be close to the same height, but his build was wider than yours, which would make his shirt much too big for you. Besides, what was with all those girls in movies that walk out of the bedroom wearing the guy's dress shirt? Tony didn't even own a dress shirt! (A/N: I've actually wondered about that. The guy will be in comfy clothes like a tank top and boxers and the girl will walk into the room wearing his button up shirt that always goes just past her butt and the sleeves are too long and every button is done. I don't get it.)
"What would you like for breakfast?" Tony asked, standing up and walking towards the stove. You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Don't tell me you plan on cooking..." you said warily. The last time the billionaire tried to cook, the entire fire department of New York showed up and half of the kitchen was on fire. All he tried to cook was bacon!
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Tony whined, mocking hurt.
"Do I need to remind you of last time?" you returned, raising an eyebrow.
Tony scoffed. "That was so not my fault! The fire department's just over-protective. And the bacon had a grudge against me."
You sighed. "Food does not have grudges, and the fire department had every right to be protective. You could have annihalated the entire tower."
You stood and walked over to the stove, shooing him away with your hands. "I'll make breakfast."
Tony just grinned and went back to his seat. You stood there for a moment before sighing again. That had been his plan all along.
You dug through his fridge and cupboards, gathering all of the necessary- and some optional- ingredients for pancakes. He may be a pain in the butt, but you still wanted to make a good breakfast for the two of you. You mixed the batter as the frying pan heated up. You could feel the genius's eyes on your back and you smirked to yourself. You knew pancakes were his weakness.
As you poured the batter into the pan, you added extras to each individual pancake - blueberries for Tony, because they were his favorite, and chocolate chips for you, because you loved to hear him complain about it.
Warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a structured chin rested on your shoulder.
"Can I help you?" you asked, flipping the pancake as though there wasn't a hormonal playboy attached to you.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"For?"
"Breakfast."
You turned your head slightly. "I haven't even finished making it yet."
Tony shrugged. "Still. Thank you."
You gave a small smile. "Welcome."
You turned back to the stove and took the pancake out of the pan, using the spatula to place it on a large plate. You poured batter for your pancakes- you had made Tony's first- and added your chips. Tony made a face, still wrapped around you.
"Those are incredibly unhealthy. You're going to get cavities and now you'll taste like chocolate and I hate sweet things," he complained.
"First of all, they're dark chocolate which is actually quite healthy for you. Second of all, me tasting like chocolate has never stopped you before," you countered, taking a chocolate chip from the bag and popping it into your mouth. You turned to look at him again and pressed your lips to his. He instantly responded, tightening his hold on you.
You broke the kiss and smirked. "See?"
Tony glared. "Not fair."
"Perfectly fair." With that, you finished the pancakes and separated them onto two plates. You grabbed the questionable large bottle of maple syrup from the cupboard and set everything on the breakfast bar, ordering Tony to eat. You sat across from him again and enjoyed his expressions of disgust while you ate your chocolate mess. You accidentally overloaded on of yours, so it now looked more like a chocolate chip cookie than a pancake.
"You don't see me complaining about your blueberries," you said fairly.
"Because blueberries are awesome," Tony reasoned as though it were obvious. You giggled and finished your food.
"Now what?" you asked, putting your dishes in the sink. "Everyone else is doing their own thing, so we have the whole day to ourselves."
"We could watch a movie," Tony suggested.
"Hey, that's actually a good idea," you replied with a smile. You made your way over to the next room, appropriately named the Movie Room. It had a large screen TV- way larger than the largest model you can buy in the store- comfy leather recliners, and a couple thousand movie choices.
"I am full of good ideas, thank you very much," Tony defended, mocking offense.
"Keep telling yourself that," you mumbled back, scanning the movies. You finally selected some action movie that would keep both you and Tony interested. You set the movie in the DVD tray and snatched the remote before getting comfy in one of the luxurious recliners. You then looked up at Tony, who seemed to have been watching you.
"Are you going to join me or just stand there all day?" you asked, extending a hand expectantly. he smirked and walked over to you, picking you up out of your chair bridal style.
"What are you doing?" you demanded, struggling to get free.
He simply chuckled. "I'm repositioning you."
With that, he sat down in your chair and sat you sideways on his lap so that you could see both him and the TV. You gave a small smile and rested your forehead against his. He placed a hand on the back fo your head and closed the gap, kissing you sweetly. You responded in kind, fisting your hands in his hair. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you accepted, sighing at the tangy taste of blueberries. He retracted his tongue and broke the kiss, smiling up at you. You returned it and shifted so you could rest your head against his chest. You pressed "Play" on the remote and looked over at the screen, habitually reaching out for Tony's hands. His right hand rested on your waist and his left hand on your thigh. You intertwined your left hand with his right and let your right rest on his chest.
The movie started and about halfway through you fell asleep, happily snuggled against the glowing warmth that was Tony Stark.
I had SO much fun writing this ^^