Title: Whingings
Author: Evil Little Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Tony's whinings sometimes get on Bruce's nerves.
Bruce ignored the vibrating StarkPhone. It only made noise when Tony Stark wanted something therefore, it was terribly easy to ignore. Besides, delicate work required his utmost concentration and that was his favorite excuse and usually true, no matter how much Tony pshawed.
Finally, work complete (a great many hours later) Bruce remembered his phone (why did Tony give him a phone anyway?) and thumbed up his messages. Reading Tony's complaints about his arm in a cast and eating pie, Bruce rolled his eyes and made a call.
Not to Tony.
"Pepper? Yes, I just got Tony's message."
"Hi, Bruce, it's good to hear from you."
"So, uh, how is he?" Bruce settled onto a lab stool. Ultimately uncomfortable but his butt was accustomed to the discomfort.
"Whining."
"You have my sympathies." Bruce meant that.
"Don't worry, I can take care of Tony Stark." Pepper had a lot of experience with that.
"All right. Well, if you do need anything, a cure for cancer; a babysitter...be sure and call someone else."
Pepper's laugh rang through the telephone as Bruce broke the connection.
~ end ~