A/N: Another random idea I had. Please R&R, we writers have to get better somehow :)

Summary: Tony interrupts Natasha's early morning readings. Has a little bit of Bruce thrown in near the end because I love these three.

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Early Morning Hungers

"I love you."

Natasha slowly lowered her book to look into the dark eyes of Tony Stark. He wore only his black silk pajama bottoms and a pair of white socks. He wasn't wearing a shirt. She raised an eyebrow at his expression. He was trying to look utterly serious. Trying was the key word. She could see the way his lips twitched. How his eyes shone with a mischievous glee.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

"Hmm." She went back to reading and ignored him. It was too early in the morning to deal with his games.

She had to hand it to the man, he could be silent when he wanted to be. She didn't even hear him until he was almost directly behind her. What did surprise her, however, were the two wiry arms wrapped around her. She froze. No one. No one hugged the Black Widow. Not even Clint, but only because he respected her personal space. That, and he was afraid she would maim him.

Tony's head rested on top of hers.

"What do you think you're doing, Stark." She managed to make her voice dark and threatening. The warmth he gave off was way too comforting. The thin tank top and shorts she wore gave her little as it was.

"Reading." She felt his jaw move against her skull as he talked. She could even feel his smirk after.

"Get your own book."

"But I want to read this one."

"You're a genius" She ignored the inflating ego that was practically radiating off of him. "You can easily pull up this book or any other on your laptop."

"That's too easy. And your hair smells nice."

She knocked her head back into his neck. Not too hard, but enough to make her point clear. He released her. She settled back into the couch, ignoring the way she felt a lot colder. She returned to her book again.

Only to have him drop onto the couch right next to her. His arm draped behind her.

She exhaled a calming breath. She was going to kill this man.

"What are you doing?" She punctuated every syllable to emphasis her growing irritation.

"You already asked me that." He lifted her arms up a little and slid his head onto her lap. She ignored the increase in her heart rate when he stared up at her with his famous playboy smirk.

"Are you drunk?" She hadn't smelled any alcohol on him, but couldn't think of any other reason he would be acting this way.

"Nope, I'm just in love." His head nuzzled into her stomach like a puppy. What. The. Hell.

"Are you high?"

"Again, no. Besides, I don't do drugs. Would ruin my good looks."

She was seriously getting tired of this game. She set her book to the side. What was wrong with him?

Her nails grazed against his neck while she checked his pulse. She felt him tense slightly before relaxing back against her. So he wasn't completely ignoring the fact that she could strangle him right then and there. Good. Her hand pushed the hair on his forehead back as she checked his temperature. Nothing seemed out of place. Unless…

She glanced down to his arc reactor. It looked normal, bright and glowing strongly. So it wasn't that.

Then his stomach growled. Was that what this was all about?

"I like your pancakes." He said suddenly. Now it all made since. She had made him some the other day when she found him almost passed out from lack of food and sleep in his lab. It had been a one-time thing and she had made sure he knew that. Or that's what she had thought. Apparently he didn't care. Neither did she. He could starve this time.

"Go eat something, Stark." When he didn't move, she lost her patience. She stood up and heard a satisfying yelp before the billionaire hit the floor.

She moved to go around. His foot unexpectedly struck out in front of hers and she fell. Her quick reflexes saved her from a more embarrassing landing and she whirled around to face the soon to be dead man. No one tripped her and got away with it.

She stopped dead in her tracks. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground. His hands grasped around the loose fabric of his pants. A childlike pout graced his features. And his eyes…she was staring into the most adorable puppy eyes she had ever seen.

She could have sworn she felt something almost motherly tear at her heart strings.

She sighed and straightened from her crouch. This was not what she signed up for when she joined the team.

She can't believe she's doing this.

"Fine," She turned and headed for the kitchen. He giggled gleefully and ran after her.

It didn't take long before he had a huge stack of pancakes in front of him. She even let herself smile a little when he rubbed his hands together happily before digging in. He ate them without syrup, said it took away from the flavor.

Bruce had wandered up from the lab a few minutes later. She almost laughed at his shocked expression at seeing Tony eating so much food.

She offered him some of the extras. He thanked her and took them to his room to eat after his shower.

~ ~ ~ the next day ~ ~ ~

She was on the couch again reading her book when Bruce walked in.

His hair was tussled from sleep. She eyed him when he glanced at her nervously.

"Umm, well, I love you."

She slapped the book to her forehead. She was never going to finish this book.

A/N: I love these three :)

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