"You're up early," Clint yawned as he stumbled into the living room.
Tony stood, fixing the cuff of his sleeves of his tux, "I have a board meeting at twelve and another at three."
"That sucks," The archer winced when he missed the handle of the coffee pot, hitting the side of the glass. "Hey, did Percy come back?"
Right as he said that, Percy came downstairs only wearing a worn black T and black boxers, "Please tell me there's coffee."
"Where's your clothes?" Clint shot back while Tony blushed violently.
"These are my pajamas," Percy said calmly, looking at himself, before stealing the agent's coffee.
"Hey!"
"You're leaving?" Percy creased his eyebrows together, turning to Tony and ignoring as the rest of team came down.
"Yeah, I'll be back at five," The billionaire responded, grabbing a brief case and shooting the demigod a smile.
"Mm," Percy went over to him and grabbed his tie, pulling the genius down for a kiss. "Four."
"Four," Tony agreed with a dazed smile, gazing into the green eyes of the person that took up his thoughts.
"Be safe," Percy gave him one last peck on the lips before releasing his tie and backing away.
"I will," Tony waved at the others, who were wearing various expressions of shock and happiness. "See ya."
"Dude," Clint hissed, grabbing the demigod's shoulder when Tony left and spinning him around. "When were you going to tell me you and Stark were dating?!"
"We only got together yesterday," Percy answered, a goofy smile on his face.
Thor looked happy as he looked at the demigod. Finally, he was healing and it was thanks to the one person the gods feared would not be able to help him.
"How long do you plan on walking around like that?" Natasha asked, pointing at Percy's clothes.
Percy tapped his chin in thought, "Well, I have no where to be today..."
"Pajama party!" Clint cheered but squawked in surprise when Natasha hit him on the back of his head.
"We shouldn't do any kind of party when not all of us are here," Steve said as he grabbed the ingredients for pancakes and Percy nodded in agreement.
"That's right, Birdbrain."
"Shut it, Fish Boy."
"Beak Butt!"
"Sea A-"
"That's enough," Steve pushed the two away from each other when it looked like they'd fight. "One of you, grab the milk. Someone else, watch Thor."
"I got the god," Percy slipped past Clint, sticking his tongue at him, and stopped Thor in time before he smashed the toaster with mjolnir. "Hey, Buddy, how 'bout I show you how this works, yeah?"
"That would be much appreciated, Lord Perseus," Thor said with a smile.
Percy patted the god's bicep, "Call me Percy. We're all friends here. Watch carefully. I know you're smart so you'll get this quickly."
Thor looked at the demigod in surprise, "No one has ever called me smart before."
"Hey, you gotta be, right? I mean, you survived out in this crazy planet on your own," Percy shrugged, shooting the god a lopsided grin. "You handled it much better than I did and I had two friends with me and more knowledge about the world."
Thor gave a laugh, clapping the nineteen year old on his back, "You did a fine job on your quest, Perse- Percy."
Percy just smiled at him before turning to the toaster and opening a package of Pop Tarts, "Okay, so you see these numbers? That's how hot the toaster's going to get." He moved the knob, "Four is the best setting you'd want so it'll cook through." He backed away, motioning to the other packages of pastries and the toaster, "Go ahead, give it a shot."
Thor nodded and carefully opened a package, placing the Pop Tarts in the other slots of Percy's own toaster, there for Thor and Steve to use instead of trying to figure out Tony's. It could only toast two packages of Pop Tarts at a time but it was easy to use.
The god gently adjusted the knob to four, careful not to crush it, and pushed down the lever. He stepped back, feeling quite proud of himself when the toaster didn't spark and catch on fire.
"Nice job," Percy patted Thor on the arm, proceeding to put the other Pop Tarts in Tony's toaster. "Now, when they come out, it's going to be a little surprising so try not to smash my toaster, okay?" He smiled fondly at the blue machine, "But it's totally fine if you do. I can always have Tony fix it for me later."
Thor nodded, soaking in every word the demigod said and committing it to memory so he didn't make any mistakes in the future.
"Pancakes are done," Steve called right as the Pop Tarts came out.
Thor didn't blast the toaster, which Percy was thankful for, and went to grab the pastries when the demigod stopped him.
"Hey, Buddy, you gotta be careful. It's going to be hot so grab them from the top," Percy put the Pop Tarts on a plate, shaking his hand slightly, and handed it to the god. "Don't wanna be burned, yeah?"
"I shall remember that in the future," Thor said, nodding seriously. "Thank you, Percy."
"No prob, Bud," Percy grinned at him and Thor gave him a giant smile. "Now," He rubbed his hands together and stalked to the dining table. "There's blue pancakes that are just calling my name."
Thor looked down at the plate and smiled, feeling pleased with himself. He was sure that the stories of Percy's kindness did him no justice. They never mentioned his patience and warm smile, like Thor wasn't a dumb rock and that he deserved the time.
"Thor, big guy, your pancakes are getting cold!" Percy said from his spot at the dining table.
"I am on my way!"