So, this is a story that I started a while ago actually and I'm re writing from a different account. This will continue on and became a full length story that I have a bunch of ideas for so yea.

There will be a lot of science bros, avengers bonding idk shit like that so if you like that kind of stuff give it a shot! (oh and a lot of angst)

"We have to get out of this damn lab"

Tony's voice sounded like a gunshot in the silence that Bruce had been working in for the past 4 hours, in the labs of Stark Tower. Or what he thought had been 4 hours.

"What?"

"We have to go somewhere. Seriously, I'm sick of seeing the same fucking scenery for the past, like, day."

Bruce glanced at his watch. It read 3:45pm. He didn't remember exactly when he had entered the lab in the first place, but he knew it had to have been a very long time. He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes were stinging from staring at the computer screen for so long. He had to agree, it did seem like it was the time for a little bit of change in scenery and he was getting nowhere with the new research he was doing on an alternative source for clean energy by using the extremis serum. He'd been working on it for weeks and was still getting nowhere.

He sighed. "You're right, this isn't working."

"You, jolly green, need a break." Tony dropped the wrench he was holding in his hand with a clang onto the table. "Let's go watch a movie."

Bruce paused. "…A movie…"

Tony jumped in before he could decline. "Oh come on, it'll be fun! I heard the new movie, Interstellar, is pretty cool."

The movie did sound familiar, and he was starting to feel claustrophobic being stuck in the small confinements of a lab all day. "Fine. All right. It could be fun"

Tony let out a laugh. "Yes, Brucey boy, you and I are going to have a boys night out."

Bruce shook my head, slightly smiling to himself as he followed Tony out of the lab after getting a drink from the stray water bottle that was lying on a table. The bottle looked full but the seal had been broken. He didn't pay too much attention to it.

They both climbed into an elevator after Tony told Jarvis to reserve seats for them at the nearest movie theater. The ride down was filled with Tony's chatter about the movie, but Bruce tuned out about halfway through.

As they made their way down, Bruce thought about how different everything was, now that he lived in Tony's tower. Granted it had been about 2 years and not a couple months ago was the extremis debacle when Bruce had been comfortably situated at the tower, he still couldn't believe that Tony had offered him a place to stay at the tower. Not many people would offer a place at their house after learning that the person in question could turn into a 10-foot tall green killing machine. Bruce smiled slightly. Tony either was way too self destructive, or he just didn't care. Either way, Bruce was grateful.

"Bruce. Bruce!" Tony was poking him and the elevator door was opening.

"Hmm?"

"You're a horrible listener you know that. Did you even hear a word I just said?"

"Um, something about the movie?"

Tony shook his head, disapprovingly. "Well I guess you'll just find out then."

Bruce knew Tony wasn't actually mad. He rarely ever was.

As they walked out to one of Tony's many sports cars, Bruce suggested they take one of the less flashy ones, considering his…predicament.

"Fine, I'll take that one instead." Tony smirked as he pointed to one of his cars that he considered 'less flashy' but still happened to be way too flashy for Bruce. But he shrugged nonetheless and agreed.

They climbed in, Tony driving and Bruce riding shotgun. Pulling out of the big garage was no hassle and they were on the road in less then a minute. As they started driving Bruce was left to his thoughts once again.

For the length of time he had been in the tower, Bruce had stopped trying to think about the past. He didn't want to relive bad memories from back in the days when he was on the run from the government. Between his many suicide attempts and trying to maintain control, Bruce hadn't lived much in the past 10 years of his life. It was more like surviving a day at a time, trying not to think about what he was going to do tomorrow. But there was only so much that a person could handle. Finally, Bruce had tried to find comfort in his medicine. For a while it helped him to think that he was helping people by trying to cure them. Maybe, in a strange, twisted way he thought that he could make up for all the lives he took every time he lost control.

But of course, he was only fooling himself.

Now that he had joined the avengers, he felt better between friends. Tony especially. Him and the others had grown pretty close over the past year as well. Steve had his own apartment somewhere in Manhattan, but would try to drop by as much as he could. Clint and Natasha both would be gone for long periods of time on a mission courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D, but would then crash at the tower weeks on end in between missions. Thor would drop by (literally) as much as he could when he visited Earth from Asgard.

Bruce stared out the window watching the scenery go by. But as he glanced at the rear view mirror, he noticed something strange. A suspicious black SUV was trailing not far behind them. It followed them for another three turns and did not seem to want to leave their tracks.

He frowned as an uneasy feeling crept into his stomach. Something wasn't right. He could feel it.

"Hey Tony, is that black SUV following us?"

"What the hell…" he muttered as he took notice to the car. He took a few more turns until they were on an empty industrial road but the car still had not left their wake.

"Fuck, I've got a bad feeling about-" but he wasn't able to finish his sentence.

At that moment, Bruce felt a force against the backside of the car that was so great it propelled the car forward. At the same time he heard a deafening boom that left his ears ringing. His head hit the dashboard with a crack and pain shot through his head. Black and white spots danced in front of his eyes and everything was clouded in pain. In the distance he heard someone cry out and he wasn't entirely sure if it was him or not. Everything around him turned white and he felt weightless in the air.

The car rolled onto its front and his body twisted in the seat. Bruce was hit with a wave of pain so strong that he was utterly dumbfounded he hadn't hulked out. A new sharp pain originating from his leg overtook his body as the car rolled onto its side. His head hit the side of his door once again just as hard as the last, and vaguely in the recesses of his mind, he analyzed that he must have gotten a bad concussion.

When the car finally came to a standstill, pain wracked his body and he was barely in his right mind. He could vaguely feel Tony beside him but he was unnaturally still. He groaned, trying to move.

As he twisted his body trying to right himself, another sharp stab of pain suffocated him.

He was left wondering how in the hell he hadn't hulked out as he drifted off into darkness.

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