Once he'd finished his tea, Gladio took his tired self back up to his room and fell back into bed. He didn't even take his pants off before he lay down. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow Gladio had fallen fast asleep.

He had no idea how long he slept for but when he woke the light filtering in through the curtains was dimmer. It took him a half minute to work out what the hell has woken him in the first place, when something banged again and Gladio sat up in bed and looked around, confused. "What the hell...?"

Gladio was out of bed and moving before he'd even had a chance to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He yawned and ran his fingers through sleep tousled hair and followed the sound of... whatever that was. What the hell was Tony doing? He found him in one of the empty rooms. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Tony for a handful of seconds before he cleared his throat to get his attention, and then yawned again.

"What're you doing? And why so loudly?"