Talking Makes It Better"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talking will make it better."
"You know that it doesn't with me."
Tony sighed, getting frustrated. How the hell did Bruce stay so calm? Especially now, after what had been done to him? "Bruce, I know this stuff. I've been there. If you tell me exactly what happened, we can put his ass in jail!"
Bruce shut his eyes tightly, and Tony knew that he just didn't want to relive it. Tony understood. He understood, but didn't approve.
"You've been locked up in here for days, Bruce. You need to tell us what happened, or at least tell Fury! We saw your situation when we ran in there, it was bad! You were shaking and- and twitching, you couldn't stand on your own! But if you want those guys locked up, you have to tell us exactly what happened."
"Why the hell not?" Tony demanded. Bruce was silent. The other man just held his head. "Just...will you at least take a shower, or something? You're filthy!"
Water, just water, up to his waist, making him
The Avengers: Making Him LaughTony walked into the lab. It wasn't a surprise to see Bruce in there, working his butt off.
"This really isn't a good time," the frustration was evident on Bruce's face. Tony considered leaving.
"Please," Bruce almost pleaded and looked at Tony directly in his eyes.
"Fine. I'll come back later... hopefully when you're in a better mood."
Tony left the room without another word coming from Bruce or himself. He decided to skip the kitchen and the 'hanging out' room of the heli-carrier, and instead head to the target range.
Tony grabbed his repulsor arm from a case inside one of the vaults of the ship and headed back upstairs to go test his armor. Tony wasn't very surprised to see Hawkeye also practicing in the room.
"Good evening, Barton," Tony acknowledged the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
"Hello," Clint looked at Tony and shot his arrow at the same time, still getting a perfect bullseye. Tony smirked, hooking up his armored a
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
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
Neck KissingNeck Kissing
Bruce sighed in content as he worked on his current formula. Tony was out of the lab for the moment, and Banner was going to use every moment of Tony-free peace he could. The man had been pestering him a lot more frequently than he normally does. 'Whatever it is, I hope it blows over soon.' And it was either bad luck or just a curse, but Tony came back right in the middle of some very circuital calculations.
"Whatcha doing, Bruce?" "Working, now please be quite, Tony." With a pout, Tony complied. 'Huh, first time he's done that today..' Bruce didn't think any further on it as he tried to finish up his calculations. With a deep, tired sigh, Banner finished and decided it was a good time to stop, sit down, and eat something.
"You done for the day?" Stark asked, another packet of blueberries in his hands. "Yeah..." That's when Bruce noticed how close Tony had gotten to him when he wasn't looking. A few feet away, and with Tony closing that distance, Banner start
A Normal Night at Avengers TowerEight very long days had passed since any of the six Avengers had been sent on a mission for SHIELD. No catastrophes, no villain sighting, not even any gas station robberies had taken place in the giant metropolis that they called home. At first, they had all enjoyed sleeping late and doing nothing, but then the days had started growing longer and lloonnggeerr aanndd lllooonnngggeeerrr (Tony was positive that they now contained 36 hours instead of 24). Let's face it: they were bored. Very bored. Maybe even on the verge of insanity bored.
That evening, they were all pretending to be interested in the delicious three cheese ziti marinara that Steve had made them when Bruce of all people pointed out the sad truth.
"Guys, we have to do something or we're all going to go insane. Look at us; we're not even interested in Steve's cooking, for crying out loud!"
"You are wrong, Doctor," Thor said through half-chewed pasta. "I am enjoying myself immensely!"
"Hooray. One of us hasn't died of bored