A/N: Well I received a very powerful threat to update this...

Disclaimer: No, it's not mine

Warning: None

His door slammed open; Bruce cracked an eye to look at his alarm clock, it was 1:34am. Bruce was quick to get comfortable on his bed again and ignore whoever was at his door it was simply to early in the morning for that.

"Psssst" Said a voice from the door

Bruce ignored it.

"Psssst!" There it went again and once more Bruce played deaf

"PSSSSSSST!" The voice just wouldn't give up, but neither would Bruce.

Sadly for Bruce the voice came with a body, said body decided to try a new tactic and started jumping on Bruce's bed.

"WHAT?" Yelled Bruce quickly trying to calm himself.

"I can't sleep..." Said the voice.

Bruce took three deep breaths, turned on his lamp, and put on his glasses to face whoever was standing on his bed. In front of him stood the one and only Tony Stark.

"Not even surprised" muttered Bruce.

Shortly after Bruce found himself in the kitchen making hot chocolate for the billionaire.

"Why don't you just try counting sheep to fall asleep?" Wondered Bruce

"Well I wish I could sleep but my stupid ADHD kicks in and well, one sheep two sheep, cow, pig, duck, tractor, engine, cog, heeeey Macarena" Said Tony leaning against the wall

"How do you go from cog to Macarena?" Said Bruce

"Some things should not be mentioned Brucey" Came the reply

"...ookay...well hey while you're here and wide awake I'll start telling you about my day the other day well it started out..." Bruce rambled on about his day until he noticed that the egocentric man was being unusually quiet.

"Tony?" Said Bruce turning around to face him.

Tony had finally fallen asleep against the wall, and all it took was Bruce talking.

"Well then..." Said Bruce as he moved about in the kitchen putting salt into every single one of Stark's coffee mugs and coffee machines.

Leaving the billionaire in his spot in the kitchen, Bruce walked back to his room a small smile playing on his lips. That day he woke up to the sound of Tony vomiting in the bathroom yelling about how coffee had failed him. It was a very good day.