A Relationship for ThreeA Relationship for Three: Tony/Bruce One-Shot
"GET OUT, TONY!" Bruce shouted, hunched over as if in excruciating pain.
Tony, who had been pushed to the doorway of Bruce's bedroom, tried to move back toward him in order to help. "But I"
Bruce looked up into Tony's eyes and Tony could see the Other Guy, the Hulk, trying to break free. "I won't leave you. I know you're pissed but I need to fix it. It doesn't matter if it's with you or him."
The expression on Bruce's face turned to horror as a green hue began to dye his skin. He shook his head violently as he lunged forward and shoved Tony out of the room so hard that he fell on his ass and skidded across the floor of Bruce's living room. Tony flinched as the door slammed shut so he couldn't see Bruce as he changed. He could feel the sting through his legs from sliding across the dark green carpet.
The sunlit room had one wall of windows and little furniture because Bruce didn't want anything that was easily breakable. Everyth
Chemical ReactionsChemical Reactions: Bruce/Tony One-Shot
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When Tony finally found Bruce, he could tell that he was in one of his moods. The air of darkness around him managed to suck what little life there was out of the room. He sat cross-legged on the bed in one of the guest rooms where he thought no one would go looking for him. His glasses were folded up beside him and, even though he tried to hide it by turning away, Tony could see the light red blotches and puffiness around his eyes.
Tony stood in the doorway for a minute or so, both shocked and unsure as to what he was supposed to do. It was a delicate situation, he knew, dealing with someone who was self-destructive. He tried to steal a step forward but Bruce held his arm out in a signal for him to stop.
"Tony, please," he pleaded in a rough, cracked voice. He cleared his throat to rid it of the audible sadness. "I'll be down in a minute."
"I'm hard to will away, just ask Pepper."
Night LightTony wakes in the eerie hour just before dawn, where the world is full of darkness so severe it drips from the sky and paints all the space and then all the negative space, and every breath is black. He is teetering on the cusp of a dream, a dream of brown hair and soft skin and stubble all caught in a wash of pale green light that is a little too obvious as far as symbolism goes, and it's all so close to a newly realised reality that for a moment he is actually confused. As sleep slowly leaves him, lingering like a lover's long goodbye, Tony clings to the dream which his busy brain is already letting go. He stretches his limbs, still heavy with sleep, and then notices that his arms are empty.
Tony pushes himself upright in bed. The arc reactor glows bright, unmasked in his naked torso, and it is the only light source in the room. He searches by the light of it, seeking out his dream. Bruce is nowhere to be seen.
Shoving aside the last desperately grasping shreds of unconsciousness, To