flipping a pancake Someone get Tony out of the workshop. Breakfast is almost ready.

sipping her tea, one eyebrow raised Good luck. He's been down there since 3 AM. Something about the repulsors.

snorts from the couch Repulsors. Sure.

That's what he calls it when Y/n's asleep and he can't bother her.

grinning Man's lost. Completely lost. I give it ten minutes before he's wrapped around her like a koala.

stepping out, grease smudged on his cheek, eyes scanning the room immediately Where is she?

deadpan Seven minutes. New record.

behind his newspaper She's still sleeping, Tony. It's 7 AM.

So? I just—wanted to see if she was up.

smirking You're pathetic.

runs a hand through his hair I'm attentive. There's a difference.

bellowing from the table Aye! A warrior should always know the location of his treasured one!

muttering Treasured one. God.

ignoring them, already heading for the hallway I'll be right back.

flipping another pancake Breakfast in five.

over his shoulder Noted.

grins at the others Alright. Who's taking bets on how long he lasts being indifferent for a full day?