Thor

When Thor finally wakes up, it's in an unfamiliar bed, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

It doesn't take him long to register through the hangover headache that he must be in Tony's hotel room (though Tony himself is nowhere to be found). When he finally sits up to push himself out of bed to grab a glass of water from the hotel room bathroom, he discovers a bottle of water sitting right there on the nightstand next to him along with two ibuprofen.

Thor stares down at it for a moment, somewhat moved by this simple act of anticipating his needs. He can't really remember the last time anyone had done something like that. Thor uncaps the water bottle and takes the ibuprofen.

"Stark?" Thor calls uncertainly into the room.

Thor has no idea where the impulse comes from. He hasn't really talked to any of the Avengers since they left to kill Thanos, and none of them had particularly gone out of their way to contact him. It didn't particularly bother him; in fact, very few things did these days under the guiding hand of alcohol.

It was perhaps that very hand that pushed him to pull up Tony's name on his list of contacts instead of something more sensible, like powering the phone off entirely.

"Stark, Stark," Thor nearly shouts into the receiver. "What are you -- What are you doing?"

It's 2:05 AM on the US east coast. It's breakfast in Norway, where Asgard (well, New Asgard is now). Thor has been up for 22 hours now, fueled only by a copious amount of alcohol, half-burnt waffles prepared by Korg, and the desire to unlock the final trophy in his video game of choice.