The everyday lives of the Avengers are nowhere as glamorous or as interesting the media assumes. The individuals of the group tended to do other things than play “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes” 24/7. They have lives outside of the super secret boy band, even if Fury didn’t believe it. But just because they all live in Stark Tower, doesn’t mean it’s exactly normal. They each have their weird morning rituals. For Tony, that mostly consisted of consuming a large amount of coffee. He figured the rest of the team knew by now that he couldn’t function without his regular cup of joe. Yet, there were always those extremely rare cases when they would run out of materials to make the said drink. Usually, it was because Pepper didn’t come by to restock his kitchen. And Tony wasn’t very fond of the idea to go out in public when there was a project waiting for him downstairs.
With an audible groan, the brunette rubbed his forehead and eyed the surface of the counter. Tony could already feel the zombie mentality oozing into his skull. ‘Hmm.. Brain juice.’ He rolled his eyes and head sarcastically to the thought. Tony rubbed his forehead and ran that hand through his short locks. He needed his morning fix. Sure, Tony could go on for days not eating but he needed his coffee damn it! His mind wondered till he figured that he could send whoever was at the tower to go fetch him some. Without asking his AI about who was here and who wasn’t, he walked over and knocked on all the doors. “Wakey, wakey! Who wants to get fetch coffee for yours truly?”