Thor's stomach rumbled. He slipped out of bed, being careful not to disturb the super soldier sleeping beside him. Hopefully there were still a few packs of chocolate fudge pop-tarts left...
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, all thoughts of food were replaced by one of shock and surprise. The living room was. Completely. Covered. In. Glitter. The god stood, his jaw practically on the floor, as he took in the scene. Tony was draped over the couch, while Clint was sprawled out on the floor. Both men were liberally coated with the sparkly substance. The coffee table was cluttered with empty bottles and canisters, while a large fan sat a few feet away. Thor decided that he didn't want to be there when Bruce or Natasha came down for food or coffee, so he quickly walked into the kitchen, seized two packs of pop-tarts - then, as an afterthought, grabbed a third for Steve when he awoke. As he re-entered the bedroom, Steve began to stir.
"G'morning." Steve rubbed his eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, hair mussed. Thor thought the soldier looked rather...cute in the morning-not that Steve would believe him. Thor handed his lover a pop-tart. "Thank you."
Shouts were heard from downstairs- Natasha had discovered the chaos in the living room.
'What's she yelling about?"
"Glitter."
Steve raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any questions.