Sleepy stark · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The common floor of Avengers Tower, sometime past two in the morning. The massive screen casts a shifting blue glow over the sprawled bodies and empty snack bowls. The credits of some forgotten sci-fi film scroll silently, ignored.

Tony Stark

muted snort from the adjacent armchair Kid’s still with us. Barely. Look at her. She’s doing that thing where she blinks once every thirty seconds.

Natasha Romanoff

without looking up from sharpening a knife on a whetstone It’s like watching a very confused, very cuddly owl.

Bruce Banner

from the kitchen island, wiping his glasses The dosage was theoretical. Her metabolism is… uniquely Stark. She should be out cold.

Steve Rogers

stifling a yawn on the opposite couch Maybe she’s fighting it. You know how she is about sleep.

Thor Odinson

booming whisper, holding a bag of popcorn A noble battle! Though the foe is but sweetened gelatin!

A collective, tired chuckle ripples through the room. Clint Barton, upside down in a recliner, peers over at Y/n.

Clint Barton

Hey. Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You in there?