"Would you like visitors, Mr. Stark?" A nurse pokes her head into Tony's room. He looks up from his cell phone where he'd been browsing the internet for his name.
"Who is it?" He asks, hoping that it's Pepper.
"They say their names are Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Thor." The nurse keeps a level of professionalism in her voice that Tony admires. Knowing full well the young girl is practically bursting of excitement having the Avengers assembled in her waiting room.
"I wouldn't mind company for a few minutes." Tony shoots her a lazy smile. She blushes before walking quickly away to show in his company. In her absence Tony situates himself into a more comfortable position where he won't look so pathetic.
"How's it going, man?" Clint is the first into the room, he takes up a perch in Tony's window.
"I've been better." Tony admits, setting his phone down beside him on his bed. He watches as the other Avengers file into the room.
"You all worried about me or something?" Tony tries to break the silence when no one speaks. He offers a chuckle, but no one else follows suit. His laugh dies off in a painful way.
"Of course we're worried about you." Banner mutters, a slight green tint to his skin as he glares at Tony. "The way you've been acting lately… we'd be insane if we weren't. Even before you pulled this little stunt."
"From what I remember, Dr. Banner, you aren't really in a position to lecture me." Bruce shrinks back slightly, he suddenly wishes he hadn't told the avengers about his past.
"I think that gives him even more grounds to lecture you on." Steve like always, adds his two cents.
"Look, I don't want a lecture." Tony suddenly deflates, his mask falls and all the Avengers see how broken he really is. "Just… either tell me stories, or get out."
"So the other day..." Clint launches into the story of how Natasha broke the toaster the previous day, eliminating all tension in the room and fulfilling Tony's wishes.