Go easy on me, it's my first ever Marvel fic. Enjoy!
Inspired by Michael Bublé's Home, Threeshot, Avengers Fandom, Tony/Bruce, No Hulk AU
It's Christmas Eve. And Valentine's Day. And Easter. All of those holidays all over again.
Bruce Banner is sick of it.
He doesn't blame Tony, of course (yes, he does), because business is business and Tony was always back (eventually).
Bruce was lying on the floor of his lab at the Tower, staring up into the white ceiling and ignoring the experiments that he was supposed to be working on, shivering. Jarvis had come by a few times already, worrying over Bruce, but he'd sent the computer away.
He just wanted Tony to be home from Paris. Or wherever in Europe he was now. The dark-haired scientist picked up his mobile, flicking it between his fingers, ever hovering over the 'call' button.
Bruce knew that a grown man like him shouldn't be acting like a needy teenager, but he couldn't help but feel neglected when Tony was gone.
And so, that was how Dr. Banner fell asleep, lying on the floor of his lab, like so many other nights.
Poor Dr. Banner...it'll be better soon. I think.
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