A/N: Shoutout to Tumblr! I own nothing! I haven't seen IM3, so… If something seems wrong that's probably why. Also. This is a short chapter because it's the prologue, just… So you know.

Our Premise is Established

Life was finally back to normal. Sort of. As normal as life could get for a team of superheroes living in a giant tower in the middle of New York City. There were currently no threats, but Stark Tower had become the official home of the Avengers, since Fury wanted to easily keep tabs on the team. Most of them didn't have anywhere else to go anyway.

Having been an only child, Tony was practically bouncing off the walls at the idea of having year-round playmates, and had gleefully assigned rooms based on his personal preferences. Bruce's room was closest at hand, and the largest. Steve was furthest from Tony. Clint and Natasha, who were out on a mission of some sort of importance (allegedly) had a whole floor to share when they returned. As much as he liked their company (sometimes), Tony wanted people with official ties to SHIELD as far away from his personal belongings as possible.

At first Tony had been skeptical about needing any more rooms ready, but when Thor showed up with big blue puppy eyes and his moody brother in tow he was glad he'd had at least one prepared. Loki had been relegated to a guest cot in Thor's room until the team was sufficiently convinced he'd been stripped of his powers. Apparently the Allfather's idea of a punishment was the same no matter which of his sons he was mad at.

While there were no monsters to fight and that was a teeny tiny bit unfortunate, Tony was determined to make every day an adventure. Not that he would even had to do anything most days. With two clueless gods, a soldier who'd missed seventy years' worth of technological invention, a wonderfully sarcastic science buddy, and two crazy assassins living under his roof, Tony would be surrounded by the best kind of chaos imaginable. And he would always have Pepper to hide behind if worst came to worst.

On the first day of his perpetual superhero sleepover party, Tony Stark woke up groggy but excited. Until he stumbled into his kitchen and couldn't find any coffee.

"Pepper…!"