Tony awoke to the full glare of the sun. He groaned and buried his head deeper in to the many blankets. Then suddenly he was completely awake. He sniffed the air. Bacon and eggs, he thought. Tony jumped up and followed his nose to the kitchen. There's only one thing that will get a tired Stark out of bed, food. Tony walked sleepily in to the brightly lit kitchen to find Bruce in an apron frying eggs and humming. He leaned agents the door way watching the doctor glisten in the morning sunlight. Tony quirked a smile as he studied the usually tense Bruce, who now seem completely at peace with the world.
Bruce turned around preparing to set the table and found Tony standing there, he nearly dropped the plates he was holding in surprise.
"Good morning." Tony said as if it was perfectly normal to just be standing there,
"Good morning." Bruce replied and gathering himself he managed to put the plates on the table without knocking anything over. That's when he noticed that Tony was only wearing his boxers, nothing else. Bruce tried not to stare at Tony's bare chest and legs. There was a lot to look at.
"You look fabulous in that apron by the way." Tony said as he slid in to his seat seemingly unaware of Bruce's direct stare. In reality Tony was trying hard not to remark on it. "How did you know that I liked bacon and eggs every morning?"
"Pepper said that you would like them." Bruce shrugged. "She had an urgent meeting and couldn't cook before she left."
"Thanks." Tony said as Bruce passed him a plate and sat down at the counter with him.
"She instructed me to not let you cook under penalty of death."
"I burnt down the house last time." He explained taking his seat. Tony wolfed down the food in a matter of seconds. Bruce raised his eye brows at the feat and Tony stole a piece of his bacon. They both laughed and spent the remainder of the meal in comfortable silence. Bruce totally oblivious to Tony's stare.