There were three things the Avengers were undeniably good at: saving the world, destroying public property, and turning a perfectly normal Tuesday morning into a circus. Today, they were excelling at all three.

Yesterday's mission had been supposed to be simple. It wasn't. And now, in the aftermath, Avengers Tower was less of a headquarters and more of a very expensive, very chaotic group therapy session.

In the kitchen, the coffee maker was working overtime, someone had burnt a bagel beyond scientific recognition, and Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were already arguing about the correct way to load a dishwasher.

Across the room, Sam Wilson was sitting at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee and watching the argument like it was his favorite TV show.

And then there was Bucky Barnes, who had apparently woken up this morning and decided that Y/n was the only person in the entire tower who mattered.

He was already on his third trip across the kitchen, carrying a fresh cup of coffee toward Y/n with the kind of focused determination usually reserved for life-or-death missions.