This idea came from a continuation of a role play with violingal2. Her tumblr url is stark-naked-billionare. Enjoy(:

All Bruce could do was blame himself for everything that happened. He had told Tony that he would always be there for him, but was he? Those times he stayed a work rather than come home on time which, he was only sure worried Tony. The stress he put on Tony to try to be a little nicer to people, and most of all to stop drinking. Two whole weeks without a Tony there, two whole weeks completely Starkless, no one to lay next to Bruce, no one to say hello when he walked through the door. No one at all. "What do I do now?" Bruce whispered to himself.

"I want a damn good explanation as to why I have to see you, and be stuck in this place for two whole weeks. " Tony snapped at his Therapist.

"Listen Mr. Stark, you know as well as I that you have a problem. I'm just someone to talk to about it." The therapist, Dr. Dipcus, responded calmly.

"That's the thing Dr. Dipshit, I HAD SOMEONE TO TALK TO, BUT HE SAW FIT TO SEND ME TO THIS WATERDOWN VERSION OF HELL. I mean, what's the deal with the beverages here! I've been here for 48 hours and there is no form of Liquor anywhere."

"Tony, I would like you to think about the comment you just made and ask yourself if alcohol would be a good thing for anyone in this hospital. Also, my name is Dipcus. Dip-cus"

"Whatever you say dipshit, maybe you need a drink more than I do. How's about we go out, call this whole charade a misunderstanding, and I'll buy you a drink? I might even buy you the bar if you ask nicely" Tony suggested turning on the undeniable Stark charm.

"Mr. Stark, the only thing getting you out of here before the two weeks is over would be a serious attitude adjustment. I will see you tomorrow at three." The doctor responded smoothly with a raised eye brow. Apparently the Stark charm was deniable.

"Well damn." Tony thought glaring at Dr. Dipshit until he was out of sight. "If Bruce doesn't come today I might have to kill him as soon as I get out of this hellhole" As soon as this thought crossed through Tony's mind, in walked Bruce. Tony tried not to smile, but he couldn't contain the pure joy that accompanied Bruce's arrival. To Tony, Bruce had always had that thing about him that just made Tony forget about anything that was going on around him. The world could be falling to pieces around them, and all that Tony would see was Bruce. And when Bruce smiled…

"Stark" Bruce stated trying to conceal a smile.

"Banner" Tony replied. They had always done this. They played a game where they would see who could stay formal the longest. Bruce almost always lost. Bruce took three careful strides straight to Tony, took him by the hands kissed him on his hands, his wrists, and then his lips. They melted into each other. Not thinking of anyone but themselves, in that moment, in all past moments, and imagining all the wonderful moments they had to come. Then they noticed the woman working the sign in desk pressing a buzzer repeatedly trying to get their attention. She told them that physical contact longer than 10 seconds was not permitted. Bruce laughed. After they walked to the "family" are of the department out of the watchful eye of the front desk they had their first real conversation in two days.

"Have you made any friends yet?" Bruce asked Tony, already knowing the answer before he asked.

"Bruce, everyone he is crazy. My therapist hates me, and there is no alcohol anywhere. I have absolutely no reason to leave my room except to eat occasionally. Apparently there is a point system at play in this facility. I get more points when I eat and take my vitamins and all that crazy people stuff. It's bullshit." Bruce could see the look in Tony's eyes. It almost screamed: "Please get me the HELL out of here".

"Tony you can't just sit around sulking in your rom all day. There is a lot of cool stuff here" Bruce lied, "The next time I come to visit I expect to hear about someone new that you've met, and I want to meet them."

"Thanks Mom. Did you cut the crusts off of my PB and J too?" Tony retorted being a typical Tony. Bruce smiled, and kissed him goodbye. Front Desk lady says 30 minute visits tops so no outside influences are affecting the stay of the patients. Another Shit rule in Tony's opinion. "Why must I make friends? Does Bruce want me brining some schizophrenic transvestite to dinner one night? I just don't get it!" Tony muttered to himself walking into the game room doing as Bruce had asked no matter how much he resented the request.

"Holy fuck" Tony whispered. Not 20 feet in front of him sat Captain Steve Rogers. The one and only Captain America. "I sure hope he's not a tranny or a schizophrenic" Tony laughed to himself.