Clint wondered if Tony Stark ever stopped moving. It didn't seem so. After scrubbing his face clean with a string of inappropriate words about Clint's mother, Tony had thrown himself into making breakfast for everyone. At six o'clock in the morning. When he and Clint were the only ones up. He was trying to fry eggs and make pancakes and had yelled for JARVIS to wake everyone up and tell them to get dressed. While waiting for everything to cook and heat up and toast and fry, he was cleaning the kitchen. He attacked the bench with a cloth, wiped down the fridge, washed out everything in the sink and shoved it into the dishwasher. When that was done he slammed the dishwasher door shut, spun around and tapped his fingers nervously.

"Stark, stop fidgeting, please. It's too early for you to be...you." Exhaustion was finally starting to cloud Clint's mind and body, but his second (third?) cup of coffee was helping that. A little bit.

"I can't help it. I'm bored." Of course he was bored. He'd been stuck in the tower for three days. Any menial distraction was long past helping.

"Well go annoy Bruce, please. Just for half an hour...please."

"I can't. He banned me from the labs. Again."

Clint covered his face with one hand, struggling to smother his laughter. Though at this point it wasn't amused laughter, no, it was the kind of laughter one has when they're reaching the end of their rope. Tony knew this, he could tell just from the look on Clint's face. "You created Jarvis, just override the ban."

"He overrided my override." Tony really wasn't sure how that happened. Clint was right, he had created JARVIS, so shouldn't the AI take his command over that of Bruce? Then again, he reminded himself, Bruce was every bit as smart as he was. It wouldn't have taken him much work to do so...probably.

"It's overrode, Tony, not 'overrided'."

"It's six thirty, what do you expect?"

Pepper arrived to the kitchen, dressed in one of Tony's shirts and a pair of shorts. Her feet were bare, her hair was a mess, and Clint got the strong feeling she'd been hoping to sleep in today judging from her livid expression. She shot Tony an impatient glare and crossed her arms. "Jarvis said you wanted me down here?"

"Good morning!" Tony put a plate of food down on the table and kissed her on the cheek. "Look, I made breakfast, sit down and eat!"

Her face went from angry to alarmed and she gave Clint a questioning look. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. She sat down and stared at the plate full of food in front of her. As she started to eat, Tony dumped a plate down in front of Clint. He tried to push it away and refuse, but all Tony said was "I have a feeling you'll regret this later if you don't eat now," with a knowing glance to the television. Clint followed Tony's gaze to the news report on screen, showing Baltimore. Or at least, what was left of Baltimore. As Tony's phone began to ring he picked up the fork and started to eat, because he had a feeling Tony was right.

Natasha was the next downstairs, looking as immaculate as ever, already suited up and armed to the teeth. She accepted a plate off Tony with a quiet thankyou and sat down beside Clint. Pepper shot her one of those looks and she removed the two guns from her sides, placing them on the table behind her. Another look and the knife around her ankle joined the guns. Both spies laughed quietly and returned to breakfast. It had been a little over four months since Pepper had created the 'no weapons at the table' rule, but it wasn't without good reason. Natasha still swore it had been Tony's own fault for sneaking up on Clint, but Clint was quite happy to admit it hadn't really been an accident.

Steve stumbled in, wearing only his boxers and a shirt. He groaned and stretched, taking his plate from Pepper and sitting across from the assassins. He could hear Tony babbling into the phone but was too tired to clearly make out any words. "Who's he talking to?" He muttered, head resting on one hand.

"Fury," Clint replied, with a nod in the direction of the TV. Steve turned his head to look behind him and let out a low whistle. That looked nasty and awfully familiar. A war zone in the middle of a city.

"No, we don't need debriefing, I already know the situation. What? No, I didn't - okay, yeah, I hacked into SHIELD files again, but hey, saves a debriefing, right?" Tony's voice carried across the kitchen, as did Fury's. Tony held the phone away from his ear and flinched.

Steve nearly choked on his pancakes, struggling not to laugh. He coughed and took a sip of his drink, looking slightly affronted by some of the phrases that could be heard from the phone's speaker. As the swearing quietened down, Tony returned the phone to his ear and resumed talking in his unusually fast-paced manner. The others quickly finished breakfast as he disconnected the call.

"Right!" Tony clapped his hands together and did a quick head count. "We've got everyone? Yes? Good? Okay, let's go, there's a quinjet waiting for us on the roof."

"Tony!" Pepper called after him. "You're forgetting somebody!"

"Forgetting somebody? Who? I've got everyone. Assassin, Spy, Soldier, Tony, Rage mons- oh. Rage monster. Jarvis, tell Bruce to meet us on the roof!"

And with that he was off again. The assassin, spy and soldier shared weary looks before they got up to follow him. Pepper handed both Steve and Clint their suits, both of them wondering when she'd had time to grab them. Natasha re-armed herself and stretched, cracking her neck. Bruce joined them, silent and looking like hell. Nobody spoke as they made their way up to the roof.

"Well don't you four look like badasses?" Tony grinned at them and pointed to the jet. Tasha tucked her hair behind her ears, Clint flicked open his bow, and Steve halfheartedly accepted his shield off Tony. The five of them climbed up into the quinjet and took their seats, pointedly ignoring the SHIELD agent who'd obviously been assigned to guard them.

It was time for battle.