Re: Meanwhile~ Avengers Tower. DONK DONK.
That was reassuring. Hawkeye didn't even feel the need to explain why he was lazing around on the couch about to catch up on his soaps and probably have his customary eighteen beers for the evening. Clearly, that could only mean there was nothing to be feared. The genocide by alien invaders was wrapping up and the Avengers could put their feet up. The mystery of how they got here and how Russia was involved was probably nothing all that important. The people shooting each other in grocery stores and sacrificing their own children would come to their senses eventually.
Who even needed Avengers?
Tony's snarl may have slowly formed, aimed at the back of Barton's head, Barton, invading his momentary sanctuary, Barton, the Avenger with the night off, but by the time Tony noticed the tightness in his jaw he was taking a deep breath and turning away, into the kitchen. It wasn't like Barton had ever been worth the energy. Besides, there was a bottle of wine that someone had opened to toast Wanda's spectacular recovery that had barely been touched and sat, recorked and forgotten in the fridge.
Tony managed the first sip from the glass he poured in relative stillness, the open bottle still on the counter before him, before he was moving again with a deep frown. He might not have known where the cereal bowls were in this kitchen, but he knew exactly which cupboard he would find a bottle of aspirin. This, he took two of to swallow with a mouthful of wine and slip the bottle into his pocket for anticipated emergencies. Like Barton's continued existence.
This time, he appeared at the other door, glaring at Hawkeye's unmoved profile with his wine glass in hand. "You're a tragedy."