Tony had come home from a mission, he had a coffee cup in his hand.. His eye visibly twitched with unbridled irritation at the sight of the labeled cinnamon buns..

“You know what pisses me off? When I come home, to MY TOWER, and I look on the counter and I see cinnamon buns that Peter made last night with a note saying “DON’T EAT”. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY CAN’T I EAT THEM?! This is MY tower, this is MY KITCHEN COUNTER, these are MY cinnamon buns, that’s MY saran wrap Peter used to cover the cinnamon buns-, that’s MY sticky note that Peter used to make the note, that’s MY PEN that Peter used to write “DON’T EAT”. IT GETS BETTER! I open the fridge, they all have their names on different foods! “This is Natasha’s”, “This is Thor’s”, “Tony, do not eat this”.. WHAT AM I, AN ANIMAL?! This is MY TOWER! I can eat whatever I want!- anything under this roof is- IS MINE! You got that? When you fucks get your own homes, I’m gonna come to your homes and I’m gonna eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT and put little sticky notes reading “Look what Tony ate!” AHAHAHAHAHA!”

He was losing it..