Lazy afternoons (open to Avengers)
It was a good thing that Charlie didn't have classes on Tuesdays. Because he certainly would missed all of them. Groggily, he rolled out of bed, and looked over at the clock. Almost two-thirty. Yawning, he picked a shirt that was lying on up off the floor of his room and a pair of jeans hanging off of his bed, and threw them on.
Running a hand through his hair, he made his way into the kitchen of the Mansion and started fixing some breakfast. Or lunch.
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