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It was a cliched scene at this point.

Tony had invited the other Avengers to stay at the tower, not expecting to end up getting five people doggedly making sure he took care of himself. They’d occasionally make him food that Jarvis had told them he loved, and he would eat it because he had forgotten to eat for a day. They’d haul him, or in Clint’s case, force him out of his workshop before he went a week without sleep. Pads and his phone were removed from his hands. The care extended and was exchanged between all of them, first name starting to be used only for that to rapidly turn into good-natured name-calling and trash-talking.

They didn’t all stay there permanently, going off on SHIELD missions or to give aid quietly to remote parts of the world.

Sometimes it was just him, sometimes his only company was Clint with cabin fever, or Thor consuming as much Midgardian culture as he could when he wasn’t needed elsewhere in the universe, or the two of them, which was the craziest the tower got without Natasha to stop them. It was calmer when the Steve or Natasha were around, everyone’s antics less over the top. Even when he was alone, Tony still lived with the residual chaotic energy of them.

Keeping up with who was at the tower was almost too much for even Jarvis to handle, especially once Tony reinforced the helipad for the shock of the Bifrost depositing Thor. Sometimes, he’d stumble up to the kitchen wearing fluffy pajama bottoms and cocooned in a comforter only to find some Asgardians celebrating a victory. They would incline their head politely after a silence, Tony would nod at them, and he’d be gone after getting food if there was any.

He had told Jarvis to try to keep up with the departures and arrivals as best as he could, if only to not get dragged out of his workshop in the middle of a project.

Natasha had once come back from a week-long mission coated in blood with earth in her hair, to stomp into his workshop, throwing him over her shoulder as she cursed in twelve languages. A translation from Jarvis, later, told him he didn’t have reason to be so terrified of an eighty-year-old. He still would, however, hastily reach a stopping point and dash out of the room when a SHIELD transport was spotted by one of his satellites.