Tesla

Disclaimer: I do not own the movies or the comic booksor anything besides my own ideas.

Note: I know this story isn't amazing, but its my first time writing and I promise it will get better as the story goes on.

Though he was use to the top floor suite being his own, Tony Stark was slowly getting accustomed to the top ten floors of his old STARK building being used as housing and common grounds for the Avengers. After Loki and Thor had left, Stark went straight away to the two things that had interested him the most: the rebuilding and creation of the Avengers tower, though still used for Stark Industries, and picking the head of Bruce Banner. Any free time after hours of rebuilding or tinkering with new ideas for his suit, Stark would locate Banner by satellite and show up uninvited to take him out for a meal. Banner wasn't too happy with the continuous surprises, but got used to the company and enjoyed the free food. Stark was excited just to be able to have somebody who could understand English, or his English at least.

The Avengers got used to the idea of living in the tower, some more hesitant than others, and enjoyed common grounds. Where there was once STARK, there now read AVENGERS, and all the windows had been tinted for complete privacy, and mysteriousness. One of the first to move in after its completion was Steve Rodgers. Steve didn't like Stark's attitude but was eager to have a place where he felt comfortable. Steve filled his room with relics of the past that enjoyed so much as a kid and a wall of a DVD collection, it was his newest hobby. Not after long, Tony had sent Pepper to Steve to teach him more about technology so that possibly one day something out of the Captains mouth would be worth listening to, but he hadn't told Pepper that.

Next was Fury who promptly decided to set up his vision of the meeting room for the Avengers which could have fit a tennis court. The room was long and took up most of the floor. A large long table was in the middle, one that could fit many more than what the avengers was. Tony then realized that Fury was going to find more. A large screen fit the entire wall on the far end and everything was controlled by talking to JARVIS. This was something that tony fought for and tweaked JARVIS so that he would only take orders from other people while they were in meetings.

Fury then set up a room for himself, outfitting it in security measures and only showing his face once a month or so. Tony attempted many times to break into the secured room of his own building and once he had done so successfully, disappointed was an understatement. Hacking through the encrypted doors, deactivating inside traps from the outside, and stumbling on the binary that indicated pressurized floors would set off a bomb was a few of the troubles he had to go through to discover this. It was a blank room with white walls, a white bed, no technology besides the booby traps and one pair of clothes placed out on the bed. Beside the clothes was a note reading: Good job Stark. Tony left the room and reset all of the security but not before writing: I aim to impress.

Thor hadn't shown back up since he had left with his brother, but Pepper made sure to reserve a room for him. Tony was opposed to this; he never truly got along with the demi-god. "Just in case" she always repeated. Clint had been the next to show up, but only for a day to inspect as well until Tony ran him off for "perching." A week later he had come back with Natasha in tow; her face was cold and unimpressed. They had set up rooms for themselves but spent little time at the Mansion. Tony had figured that they would only be back for meetings. One night Tony had awakened wanting another drink. Getting to the bar he poured himself a drink and casually looked into the darkness only to nearly fall on his ass after seeing the stillness melt into Natasha standing in front of him and casually walking to her room. He muttered curses under his own breath and stalked back to his own.

Bruce had yet to join in the splendors of common living and insisted on traveling around to help others. Tony knew that his decision was more about the rage monster than adventuring but didn't push the idea. Plus he didn't have his suit on him at the time, never mind the fact that they were in the middle of Dubai. Soon the tower was getting overwhelmed, and the only person Tony had a decent time with was Bruce. The tower slowly trickled in with new recruits, of whom were greeted with a firm handshake from Steve, except for one who stared at his hand and then bee lined for the bar. Stark laughed at Steve's bewildered face and tried to introduce himself to this ale slugger but was repetitively told to fuck off. Tony then just saw him as a nuisance who drank his alcohol and stabbed his refrigerator.

A rather interesting young boy came in once calling himself Peter. Tony asked if he could fly and when he replied "Sort of" Tony started calling him Peter Pan. Of course Tony was drunk at the time and didn't realize he would piss the kid off so much, which he started to regret when he found out that the kid was ingenious and enjoyed engineering as well. Tony attempted something that he called an apology but got a door slammed in his face. When he had told Bruce about it, Bruce seemed more interested in the boy's machines than Tony's loneliness. There were various others ant the tower started to feel like college dormitories. Tony stopped paying attention to who came through the door. Tony had attempted to throw a party but was scolded by Pepper, Fury and the Captain because a few recruits were still under the age of 21. Tony was not looking forward to his upcoming 40th birthday party, and contemplated throwing a few of the younger one out. Tony spent more time than usual working on new ideas for his suits and less time drinking, because every time he desired something to calm himself he found that wolf guy browsing through his liquor again.

At the point he was willing to get down on his knees and beg for Bruce to come and live in the tower so he could regain some of his own sanity. He had woken up that morning to JARIVS sounding that somebody was here to see him. A flood of light began to fill the room as JARVIS raised Tony's blinds covering the windowed wall. His head was throbbing from a hard worked hangover. He had stalked the bar last night until the wolf guy had left not wanting to go to his other bars for this one had his best spirits. He then snuck up to steal his own alcohol. He thought about his actions and quickly stood up to walk over casually, arrogantly at that. He figured that if he had seen anyone else do what he had had done they would have looked pathetic, but he was willing to look a little pathetic in order to get his fix.

Upon getting to his bar, he felt under the ledge for a button that would open a secret compartment at the base of the cabinets to pull out his third oldest whiskey. Hell, it has been nearly two weeks. He bent over in the darkness pulling on the little door and reached his hand inside to grab the 1952 bottle. Its bottle had been gracefully embellished for the craftsmanship that they had, but Tony only cared about what was on the inside. He walked back to his room and sat down to watch Barnaby Jones episodes swigging back his prize.

JARVIS sounded again, "Sir, there is somebody here to see you."

"I'm not in, JARVIS," Tony's voice was ruff, "they are probably another recruit of Fury's." Tony put hand hands up to his eyes; another drink should make me feel better. Tony rubbed the back of his neck and sat up in order to get out of bed.

"Sir, it is Dr. Banner."

"Oh." Tony fell back onto the bed; he had gotten up faster than he had originally planned to. His vision came back and he was glad for the first time in a long time that he had made JARVIS smart. JARVIS generally knew Tony's answer before it would even leave his lips. Tony walked over to his closet and threw on a black shirt and dark wash denim. Just as he managed to zip them up Bruce had entered his room.

"Hey," Bruce looked oddly happier than usual to see him, "did I just wake you?" Bruce eyed Tony as he threw his fingers threw his hair in an attempt to organize it.

"No, you caught me in the middle of practicing my yoga. Shouldn't you be out in Budapest practicing some yoga of your own? " Tony didn't expect Bruce to answer. Tony was lazily lacing up a pair of sneakers while Bruce stood there unsurprised by Starks' sarcasm. "So what can I do for you my giant green love monster?"

Bruce, with an eyebrow raised, stared at him for a second and gently shook his head. "Well it just may be obvious, and you have been bugging me for months, I came because I want to live here."

"Well I only have the king bed right now, we could try a bigger one if you'd like. I'm sure that Pepper wouldn't complain." Tony said this smoothly, he didn't want it known that he was beyond excited to have someone who interested him around again.

"You know what I mean Stark."

"What's with the change of heart?" Tony promptly reached for the remains of the bottle of Whiskey and finished it off. The amber liquid poured slowly into his mouth and he lapped up the remaining drops with his tongue.

"I figured that if I lost control here I would do less damage than anywhere else having you guys around. And you realize that it is only 10:30 in the morning?" Bruce was eyeing the now empty bottle of alcohol, remembering the days that he had drunken himself into a frenzy out of self-pity and regret.

"I like to keep things interesting, and these people calming you would be interesting as well."

"Do you want me to go green?" Bruce said smiling sarcastically. He could if he had wanted to right now but he knew the effort Tony had put into the building.

"Is this about your complexion? Don't worry baby, your beautiful." Bruce laughed at this, he was getting used to Tony's sense of humor as well as the idea of friendship.

To be continued...

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