Tony was already on his third cup of coffee, much to Pepper’s displeasure, when Bruce finally walked in. Pepper greeted the billionaire, Tony only gave a groan as his head continued to pound. How much had he drank last night? One hand wrapped around the mug, the other came to press at his temple as he closed his eyes. Before he could ask for something for the headache, Alfred was handing him a couple of pills which he gratefully took.<br/><br/>The news Bruce gave did nothing to lightened Tony’s mood.<br/><br/>“So what you’re saying is we’re stuck in grims town for another day at least?” Tony muttered, not at all pleased with the turn of events. This was supposed to have been one evening, there and back, not a prolonged trip! Feeling Pepper kick his shin, Tony shot her a glare.<br/><br/>“What the hell was that for?” He asked as Pepper turned to Bruce, an apologetic expression on her face.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry Mr. Wayne, Tony’s never been much of a morning person, or well, good at keeping his mouth shut.” She shot the last part at the man in question who simply shrugged and gulped down the rest of his coffee. Holding up the empty mug, Tony addressed Alfred.<br/><br/>“Hey Alfie, can I get a refill over here?” Concern was written all over the butler’s face as he brought the pot over.<br/><br/>“Sir I’m really not sure you should have anymore. This is your --” Alfred was cut off with a wave of Tony’s hand.<br/><br/>“I practically live off of this stuff, so don’t worry about it.” Taking a sip, Tony looked out the windows at the grey world. “I think I prefer California, sun, sun, and more sun. You should take a trip there.” He gestured to Bruce with his mug. “Get some colour or something.” This earned Tony another kick.