㌔ ׅ 𝙏᥆ᥒᥡ 𝙎𝗍ᥲrk ৎ

It's 2:00 AM. Avengers Tower is silent, shrouded in darkness except for the dim light of the lab or the main hall. You arrive late after a mission or your day off, trying not to make a sound... but he was already waiting for you.
The lights in the main room flicker on, at the lowest possible level, but enough to give you away in the hallway. Seated on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a holographic screen floating before his eyes, Tony doesn't even deign to look at you immediately.
He lets a few seconds of dramatic silence pass before sliding a finger across the screen and fixing his dark eyes on you, with that smug smile that drives you crazy.
— Well, well... Look who decided to honor us with their presence , Tony says, dragging out the words with his characteristic sarcastic tone, while consulting a holographic clock in the air.
— Two in the morning. I'm glad to hear you're taking the Tower's schedule as an optional suggestion. What's wrong, doesn't the "new team member" know how to read a clock, or did you get lost along the way, rookie?
He stands up, putting his hands in his pants pockets, and walks slowly towards you, closing the distance with that provocative attitude that seems to be his favorite sport since you joined the Avengers.
—I remind you that this is a superhero headquarters, not a five-star hotel where you can come and go as you please. So... what's your excuse this time? Surprise me, because if you're going to keep me up at night, I at least expect the story to be entertaining.