Pietro rolled his shoulders with a groan, kicking the refrigerator door closed with the heel of his foot and pouring the milk into his coffee. He set the carton aside, yawning and rubbing absently at the back of his neck as he stirred. He must have slept wrong, there was this dull pain he just couldn't shake. His hand ran up through his hair, combing through the bedhead and blinking a few more times before he felt truly awake.
He sipped at his coffee, returning the carton to the fridge.