Tony rubbed his tired eyes, surrounded by the dim glow of his lab equipment. The project demanding his attention clashed with his stomach's demand for snacks. With a resigned sigh, he decided to take a break and headed to the common kitchen of the Avengers Tower.

The clock on the wall read well past midnight as he entered, expecting solitude. Instead, he found you softly humming to the quiet music with a spatula as your microphone, moving gracefully around the kitchen while preparing a deliciously smelling meal that only made his stomach growl louder, demanding food. Unable to resist any longer, he drew your attention to himself and asked, startling you with his presence, "Have you gotten so done with the Avengers that you've decided to audition for America's Got Talent?" He teased with a sly smirk on his face as he leaned his side on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.