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When Tony invited everyone to stay at Stark Manor—renamed Avengers Mansion—he might have been a little drunk.
Okay, “might” and “little” were semantics.
But Pepper had broken up with him a few weeks before (She couldn’t handle dating a superhero, and he couldn’t blame her), and the Tower was lonely.
Besides, Coulson was always on their ass about “team dynamics” and “cohesive units” and other things that Tony didn’t even pretend to listen to.
Of course, when he shot off the emails to everyone, he hadn’t said anything about that.
‘Hey, moving to the mansion. Got plenty of rooms, rent free. Bring your stuff. SHIELD sucks.’ Had been closer to the actual wording of the emails.
After some cajoling and downright bribing—which he was totally fine with—they all agreed to move in. Thor was more or less stuck planet side unless there was an emergency in Asgard, and even Coulson had agreed to move in with them.
“You all need to be supervised by a mature adult.” He’d said. And Tony had laughed but hadn’t disagreed.
Bruce came first, because he was already technically living in the tower at the time Tony decided to dust off the mansion. SHIELD had made it clear that they wanted him close and that even if he decided to run off again, they could keep track of him just as easily as before.
So he came first, and helped Tony set up the mansion so that JARVIS was there. He’d helped supervise the building of the labs, and the archery range, and the gym, because he and Tony had nothing better to do while the house was under construction.
Clint, Natasha, and Coulson move in as one unit. Between them they had three duffle bags and that was it. Tony got them set up in their rooms and then bought them anything they might need. And a lot of stuff they didn’t.
No one could ever claim he didn’t do anything for his friends, though.
Thor moved in next, if it could be called that. One day he wasn’t there, and the next he appeared on the front lawn in a flash of literal lightning that had half the construction workers threatening to quit. Tony just laughed at them.
Steve was last, because Steve had himself a modest little place in Brooklyn, near where he used to live in the 40’s, and Tony had had to send Thor and Clint and Coulson to actually get the man to move his patriotic ass.
But, in the end, they all moved in.
It didn’t stop the nightmares. It didn’t stop Tony from feeling the sharp pang of missing Pepper. It didn’t stop his bad habits, either, but he never thought it would.
But it helped, having the team around. And he was happy.
He just never thought that living with other people meant actually living with them and their weird habits and quirks.
In retrospect, he thought he should have known.