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Tony woke surrounded by soft warmth and the scent of grease. Opening his eyes, he found a superspy sprawled over each half of his torso. His head pillowed on a stomach rising and falling in a familiar, controlled rhythm. Warm fingers rested in his hair, and his feet sat in another lap. He most definitely did NOT want to move. He needed to, though. He couldn't take advantage of this, or they’d get tired of him and leave faster. It was too late to avoid getting attached, but maybe he could drag it out longer than -
“Stop thinkin’.” Clint grumbled. “Go ‘uh sleep.”
He opened his mouth to protest, despite how (surprisingly) adorable sleepy spies looked.
“Stop moving,” Natasha mumbled. He geared up to argue, to remind them that he was Tony Stark, and they didn't want to cuddle with him.
Then those glorious fingers carded through his hair. Someone rubbed his feet, and he didn't think he could move if he tried. His eyes drifted shut again to Jarvis’ gentle murmuring of the date, time, and place. A quiet order left Phil’s lips that for once he was all too glad to follow.
“Sleep, Tony.”
As soon as Tony’s breathing evened out again, Clint and Natasha’s sleepiness vanished. Phil sighed as every Avenger looked his way with identical hurt-puppy eyes.
“How do we convince him we’re here to stay?” Bruce asked.
“Well,” Phil replied, “Unpacking the duffle you keep under your bed might help.”
Bruce blushed. “We’ll just have to stay,” Natasha interrupted. “Or at least keep coming back.”
They settled in, knowing they would each have their chances, and Jarvis put Wall-E on, near silent. Tony may have slept for eleven hours already, but he wasn't waking up alone if they could help it. Not after his admission the night before, accidental as it may have been.