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
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