Bruce placed his wrench carefully into the tool box, trying not to make too much noise, and ran a hand through his dark, messy, brown hair. It had been a long day, and so far nothing crazy has happened since the chitauri invasion. He was currently staying in Stark Tower…well, it was called the Avengers Tower now.

Surprisingly, Tony had offered it up to him as a work place…and a home. He hadn't had a legitimate home for a very long time, and so the offer was very promising. Of course he accepted the offer and Tony was ecstatic about it; he gave him an entire floor to himself, closer to the ground…you know, just in case, and even got his own lab, complete with whatever he needed.

Bruce sighed to himself and adjusted his glasses. He stretched his arms into the air and yawned, glancing at the clock as he did so. The small digital clock was blinking the time 8:47 P.M. Hmmm…it's not too late to steal some left-overs from the fridge, he thought to himself.

As the elevator doors slid open, Bruce stepped onto the massive, top floor of the tower and smiled softly to himself. Clint was laying on one of the multiple couches with Natasha beside him, his arms wrapped gently around her waist as they watched a movie…..Ha… least that's what you'd like to imagine the deadly pair doing…

"Clint, Give me the god damn remote!" she snapped at him, with her hands planted firmly on her hips, as she looked upwards at the ceiling. Clint was perched on one of his multiple hiding spots on the "family floor." Everyone had agreed that that's what they would call the top floor because they usually hung out there anyways.

He spun the remote like a basketball on the tip of his finger and smirked at Natasha, "Why don't you come up here and make me Tasha," he chided and then his lips spread in a cheesy, devious grin, "Oh, that's right! 'Cause you CAN'T!" he yelled mockingly and then pretended to laugh maniacally. Natasha growled angrily and proceeded to take the various sized throw pillows from the couch and fling them at Clint; he continued his silly laughter and dodged them easily.

As he walked into the massive kitchen that was almost entirely marble, Bruce couldn't help but laugh when he heard Clint yowl in the distance, "The force is powerful in this padawan, but you can never defeat the power of the dark side! MWHAHAHA!" He opened the stainless steel fridge, reached for a container of left-over pasta and tossed it in the microwave for about a minute, and began to hum to himself as he thought about his plans he had in the lab for tomorrow.

It was the same as usual schedule as far as he knew. Ever since he started staying in the Avengers Tower, he's never actually left; he had no desire to. The elevator doors slid open again, and you could instantly the hear arguing of Tony and Steve. Great…that's just about the last thing I need, Bruce thought and inhaled deeply, whispering quietly "Here we go again…"

"I say that you have your star-spangled pants on way too tight Steve, it was just a little joke" Tony barely got the words out as he sniggered. Bruce listened intently as he grabbed a fork from a nearby drawer, and continued to wait for his pasta.

"Tony! That was not a joke! Just look at me! I look like a complete idiot!" Steve yelled at the top of his lungs, obviously distressed with whatever prank Tony had recently played on him.

Clint's laugh was echoing from his perch and he chimed in a snide remark, "Stark, joke is a complete understatement for this." Bruce was surprised to hear that even Natasha laughing and she was a pretty serious woman to begin with.

Bruce turned around, pasta in hand, and almost dropped his plate as he burst out laughing. It took something pretty funny to make him laugh this hard, but this was by far the funniest thing he'd seen in a long time. Steve's arms were crossed and he looked furious as he glared daggers at Tony, who was currently rolling on the ground in hysterics. His once neat, blonde hair wasn't so blonde anymore. Steve was blushing beat red….the same color of his newly dyed hair. "Tony, stop laughing like that! Fix this!" he said as he fidgeted uncomfortably as every one of Earth's mightiest heroes, except for Thor, laughed at Steve.

Steve face palmed himself in the head and slumped into the chair behind him, "Thank god Thor isn't here…and especially Loki." And yes Loki does come here occasionally; he hated the Avengers so much that it became part of his punishment to hang out with them. Such a bad punishment right? Especially when he's actually started to enjoy the Avengers company after being with them for a while, but that's another story.

Bruce smiled to himself, Loki was actually a pretty cool guy; they had gotten to know each other pretty well. He and Tony had really come to like Loki. As it turns out, he's pretty into scientific stuff; apparently his magic was the same thing. Bruce highly doubted that, but he seemed fairly knowledgeable of the topic. Not to mention, he was a great prankster….Wait, a great prankster! Bruce stopped laughing abruptly and then looked at Tony who stopped laughing, looking at him too…..They both looked at Steve with a smug grin on their faces.

Steve's eyes grew wide and he gasped, "No! Don't even think about saying it you two!" He grabbed a pillow and held it in front of him, as if to hide himself from whatever they were about to do, "I mean it you guys!"

Tony and Bruce just pointed at Steve and shouted, "You just got LOKI'D!" Tony high fived Bruce and a new wave of laughter washed over them as they fell to the ground laughing. Geez, they had hung out waaaay too much with Loki when he was here last month…

Steve had stalked off into the kitchen, leaving everyone behind, to mope in his embarrassment. Clint had laughed so hard, that he'd fallen from his perch and landed on the couch, giving Natasha the perfect opportunity to snatch the remote. They continued to battle for the remote and eventually Tasha ran off into the next room, Clint trailing behind her armed with a pillow.

Bruce was laughing on the ground next to Tony, and he sighed. He hadn't laughed so much since. Since when? He couldn't even remember the last time he had laughed like that. Wow, he thought sadly, I can't even remember something as normal as laughing…

Tony began to stop laughing and just smiled at Bruce, "Man, I've never seen you let go like that before, you're usually so quiet Bruce."

Bruce shrugged and fixed his glasses, "Yeah…well, I'm not really the type to have fun…" he murmured, standing up and beginning to fiddle with a button on his shirt.

Tony just raised an eyebrow at him, "Why aren't you the type...and don't say because of the other guy; that answer is bull shit," he said with a smirk on his face. "Why don't you get out more often, party and stuff, you know, have a little fun?"

Dang…he knows me way too well Bruce thought worriedly. The other guy did play a big part in it, but to be honest there was another reason he didn't like doing stuff; he was just shy. Working with the avengers was pushing it in the first place, but now that he's pretty close to them, it doesn't bother him as much as it used to, but that still didn't change anything. He was nervous to meet new people, what if they thought he was weird or boring or a freak? Ugh…he just didn't want to deal with people…he was too scared to. "Well…uh…I guess you could say I don't play well with others usually…" Crap. Crap. Crap. Why do I have to suck so much at just talking!

Tony looked at him disapprovingly and inquired snappily, "That's the answer I told you I didn't want to hear in the first place Bruce." Bruce just looked at Tony, and then looked back down at ground. He could feel Tony's stare burning into him, and he glanced up for a moment.

Tony was smiling at him, "Come on Banner, spit it out, I'm waiting for an answer and I'm not going anywhere until I get one." Damn this guy never gives me a break! Bruce opened his mouth, prepared to tell Tony the truth and…"You know, I'm still really hungry and I made pasta so I'm just gonna go now…" he rambled out in a jumble of words as he snatched his plate from the coffee table, "uh…bye." Bruce strode quickly to the elevator before he could hear Tony make another sassy retort, and pressed the button for his floor. Tony just stared at him with a smug grin on his face as the doors shut.

With a huge sigh of relief, Bruce slid down against the elevator wall to the ground and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Tony had had that freaky "I know what's going on here" face, and that meant he was planning something. All Bruce knew was that he wasn't gonna like it one bit; he got off on his floor and trudged over to his bed and fell face first into his pillow and groaned, "Fuck…"

Tony smirked and stated loudly, "Guess where you're going!" Bruce gave a cry of surprise and flipped of his bed, landing hard on the floor. Tony laughed and hoped off the other side of his bed and walked around it, his iron man suit making clanking noises as he walked, and stood over Bruce, sprawled out over the floor.

Bruce picked up his glasses and slipped them back on, and he glared at Tony, his eyes showing a slight hint of green and snarled, "What the hell were you thinking Stark!"

Tony raised his hands slowly and said calmly, "Easy tiger, I just wanted to catch you before you got up here….." he smiled deviously, "So I could tell you my plans for you this week."

Bruce was breathing steadily with his eyes closed, and then he looked up at Tony in confusion," Plans? What plans?"

Tony was practically grinning from ear to ear, and grasped Bruce's hand to help him up, "We are gonna go on vacation! Clint, Steve, You, Thor, and I, hell, even Loki's coming!" He said with great excitement, and all Bruce could do was stare at him dumb founded, "Just us guys!"

"Um…We're what?" Bruce asked worriedly, "I thought you said we were….what?"

Tony exclaimed again, "You heard me; we're leaving this tower and taking a break! We're gonna party like there's no tomorrow, just wait til you here the plans!"

As Tony started to spew his hectic trip out in great deal to Bruce, he held his head in his hands and slumped into chair…Oh god Stark what are you trying to get me into to…