A/N: Tiny, pathetic update.
Chapter 3
When the team was in range to be seen by JARVIS' cameras, they began to pretend like they were joking and laughing. Their conversations ranged from any subject that popped into their heads as long as it didn't have anything to do with their plans. A doorman at the entrance of the Tower opened the door for them; they greeted him politely and headed for the upper floor where the Avengers common room was. Bruce held the bag of take out in his hand as the elevator door open out onto their required floor. The flood was mostly quiet; the only sound was the clinking of silverware against a dish. They frowned slightly as they headed for the team's kitchen. They stepped into the door to find Tony sitting at the table eating breakfast, still half asleep. He waved to them and mumbled something behind a mouthful of coffee.
"Tony, didn't you get our note?" Bruce asked, stepping forward and placed the bag on the table, "It said we were going to bring you breakfast…" Tony gave him a confused look and shook his head slightly.
"Nope.." He looked up at the ceiling, addressing his AI, "JARVIS, did I see a note anywhere?"
"Yes, sir. You looked at the note they left on the fridge then stashed it behind the milk in the fridge." Tony blinked slowly and scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly.
"Really…? You sure?"
"Yes, sir." At this, Tony stood up and walked over to the fridge. He yanked open the door and there, behind the milk, was a piece of paper scrunched behind the carton. Tony dragged his fingers through his hair and shook his head.
"Right… I must just be tired…." He turned around and smiled at his friends, "Well, anyways what're we up to today?" The others took this as their cue to drag him into the other room to talk about the day's advents while Bruce went and picked up Tony's dishes.