A low growl could be heard echoing through the lab. Tony sets down the wrench he had been using to work on his newest suit to instead hold his stomach. "Time to fill up the tank. What's the time Jarvis?" he says with a sigh.

"It is 3:47, sir."

"Awesome, tell someone to make me something. Oooh! Ooh! Ask Capsicle to make me a sandwich."

"3:47 a.m. Do you still wish for me to wake up Mr. Rogers?"

"…No…Dang it." He throws his head back in frustration and swipes a hand over his face leaving a long smear of grease on his cheek. "Is the Widow awake or Doc?"

"No, sir. Each went to bed several hours ago. Everyone, save yourself, are asleep."

"Fine, fine. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." He makes his way up to the nearest kitchen from his lab in the dark. The faint glow of the arc reactor isn't enough to light his way though.

"Ow! Damn it, who put a stool there!?"

After a few minutes of trekking through the darkness, resulting in a fair amount of bruises covering his shins and the furniture being roughly shoved out of his path, Tony finally makes it to a kitchen only a little worse for wear.

As he passes the cupboards he opens each of them searching for a bowl and glass which he eventually finds and sets on the counter without closing the doors, mumbling the entire time about what he was planning to make. "Eggs would probably be best. Fast. Easy. Just how I like it. Or maybe a cup of ramen…Do I even have any ramen?" His stomach growls again, cramping with hunger. With a grimace he clutches his stomach, "Shut up already. I'm going to feed you soon."

He wrenches open the door of the fridge, eyes quickly skimming over the contents until he spots the eggs and orange juice. Triumphantly smirking he grabs both objects of his desire but as he goes to bump the door of the fridge closed with his hip Tony absently glances up and gets a surprise.

"What the frickle fracke!" He falls back in shock, the eggs and juice go flying and make a mess all over the floor and on his clothes. Barton, who was perched atop the fridge with his eyes wide open, was sound asleep.

"What the heck, man!" Tony screams at the sleeping man.

With all the commotion Tony was making Clint wakes up blinking owlishly down at Tony while stifling a yawn. He extends his arms and arches his back to stretch his muscles that had cramped up from sitting on the appliance.

"Can I help you?" Barton says with grin.

"Fridge! Eyes! Why!" Tony flails his arms around, causing drops of juice and bits of eggs to go flying around the room then points accusatively at him with a glare. Barton jumps down from his roost and tries to avoid the majority of the mess. He wrinkles his nose at the filth on the floor and delicately steps over to the door.

"Because." Clint innocently looks over his shoulder at Tony and shrugs before he walks into the hallway.

"Argh!" Tony hollers as he flops onto his back making himself even dirtier, all thoughts of his meal completely forgotten.

Meanwhile Clint swaggers down the hall with a huge grin on his face. "Mission, successful."

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