Gladio HAD been home and had been in the process of adding a second bed to one of the rooms to give Tony a makeshift double bed like his own. He had the frame in and the mattress halfway through the door when he heard the crash. As fortune would have it, he was trapped enough that he wasn't able to go running to find out who was breaking in, which gave Tony time to yell up at him. Gladio just sighed, rolled his eyes and shoved the mattress haphazardly into the bedroom. He'd deal with that later. This sounded more important.

As he walked down the stairs the gaping hole where his door used to be was the first thing he saw. The next, as he stepped down into the living room, was Tony in his suit and the broken pieces of his door.

"... Well I've no way of stopping them now you killed my door." He muttered dryly. Not amused at all. "The hell, Tony? Why're you breaking my house? What happened and why're they douchebags?"