Tony Stark woke up to an empty bed.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence, seeing as he was not in a steady relationship. But today, or rather last night, he had someone over. One of his many one-night-stands, the press would say, but they would be wrong. It has been a long time since Tony had countless, meaningless one-night-stands; in fact, after first getting the arc reactor he didn't sleep with anyone for over a year. Tony Stark had experienced for the first time ever the feeling of self-consciousness. It took him a while to regain his confidence, but still he didn't revert to his old ways. Just like he wasn't the same man he was before Afghanistan. Sure there was a cute blonde here or a hot redhead there, but his nightly escapades weren't nearly as adventurous as before.

Usually when Tony took someone home to Avengers' Tower he limited their access to his bedroom, the bathroom across the hall (never his own!), the living room on his floor and the kitchen enclosed to that. Even though it was often said Tony was irresponsible and childish, he knew he couldn't just let a stranger roam about in the Avengers HQ. So when he woke up to an empty bed which was already cooling, he wasn't really concerned, they couldn't go anywhere.

Still, not waking up before his one-night stand was an unusual occurrence. Normally his insomnia would wake him after two or maximal three hours of sleep and he would slip out and hide away in his workshop, leaving his visitor to see themselves out. Or get kicked out by either JARVIS or Pepper.

Slowly Tony untangled his legs from the blanket and sat up. The clock read 7:36 AM.

"JARVIS? When did sexy green eyes got up?"

"At 6:00 AM sharp, sir. They used the shower and the kitchen, then left."

Tony sat there a little flabbergasted. He left his bed and walked toward the kitchen, completely unbothered with his nudity. No guest of his had ever used the kitchen. Hell, he didn't know if anyone had ever used the kitchen for more than making coffee.

Reaching the kitchen he almost stumbled in shock. His visitor had used the kitchen. And made pancakes. With blueberries. Tony's mouth watered at the sight of a stack of pancakes on a plate on the table. Next to it sat a note that Tony dismissed for the moment in favour of sitting down and stuffing a pancake in his mouth. He almost moaned. They were heavenly. Forking down another pancake, he took a look at the note and smiled. This was a one-night-stand he actually wouldn't mind repeating.

Hey Tony,

I let myself out.

I hope you like the pancakes,
I took the liberty to use your kitchen for breakfast.

I know we probably won't ever see each other again,
so, thank you for an amazing night.

Yours,

-H