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Setting down his empty coffee mug on the lab table, Bruce stood up, ignoring the sharp slices of pain shooting through his back as he stretched. He turned off the machines, and walked out to the elevator, abandoning his research for the time being. Once in the elevator, he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets, willing himself to stay awake until he reached his room. He and Tony stayed up far too late last night making repairs on his old Arc Reactor, in case his current one stopped working. During the last couple of hours, Tony had crept off and hadn't come back, probably sleeping, Bruce thought. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, Pepper must have gotten to him.

Pepper wasn't very happy with Tony when he brought Bruce home, but she soon warmed up to him when she realised he wasn't going to hulk out and destroy the place 24/7. As did Happy (Tony's Chauffeur) and his friend Rhodney. He was a bit weary before meeting him, because he had a bit of a reputation with the air force, but they got along well. Over the last month they also had the rest of the avengers visiting quite often, and Bruce found himself arguing with Clint about almost everything, in a friendly teasing sort of way. He had seen Clint so much in the last couple of weeks in fact that he wouldn't be surprised if he was living here. Natasha kept her distance for the first few days, because of the incident on the hellicrafter but she got over it. Tony and Cap hadn't stopped arguing though, and Thor's visits happened at the most unexpected times. Still they were happy to see him and Bruce enjoyed listening to his never ending stories of Midgard and its fantastic machinery Thor had discovered.

But the most important thing that had happened to him was that he had made friends. Friends that he could trust and who didn't want to kill him. He felt free and independent and he was happy. He hardly got angry and Tony had built him a hulk out room for when he did.

A loud pinging noise brought Bruce out of his thoughts and the elevator doors swung open, revealing a tiered and grumpy Clint.

"Hey Clint." Bruce said, trying not to laugh at his grumpy friend.

"Whats up banner, is that I have been woken up at 10:30 on a Saturday morning by Thor and his amazing microwave," He replied bitterly, leaning his head against Bruce's shoulder. "Its too early for this shit, Brucie pie!"

Chuckling, Bruce wrapped his arm around him and yawned."Brucie Pie?"

"What else would I call you?" He said, his eyes darkening when he saw him yawn again.

"Hang on Brucie, have you been awake all this time?" Clint said, standing up straight to add a more serious atmosphere. "I thought we talked about this!"

"Sorry." He yawned again.

"Its seriously starting to affect you Bruce, you need to get some sleep!"

"Sorry."

"Really, I'm serious!" He was almost shouting now.

"Sorry." He yawned once more. He seemed to be doing a lot of this lately.

PING!

Stepping out of the elevator onto the Avengers floor, he tripped and Clint grabbed his arm to steady him. Looking into his eyes, Clint noted the emerald patterns in his friends eyes, Pretty, he thought. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Bruce yawned.

"Sorry." Bruce said once more, looking sheepishly into the others eye. Thank god nobody was around to see this, he thought.

"Its ok, just lie down." He replied. When he failed to reply he dragged him into the seating area and pushed him onto the sofa, where Bruce closed his eyes and rested his head on his friends chest as he lay down next to him .

Hunting around for the control for the TV, he turned it on and went on the cartoon channel. Looney Toons was on. He sat back and absent mindedly ran his fingers through his friends hair. The soft tuffs off messy chocolate curls tugging on his fingers were strangely comforting, and he let himself relax a little when Bruce leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around him and breathed in the scent of green tea and cinnamon, just like he expected him to smell like.

Humming, Bruce turned his head so he could see the TV. The Tasmanian Devil and little Tweety Pie were just blurs now. Feeling safe and sound in his friends arms, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to the dream world.

Clint smiled when he saw that Bruce was feeling safe enough to fall asleep in his arms. He sure didn't trust people often, what with general ross watching his every move, trying to kidnap him on a regular basis. Frowning at this thought, he pulled Bruce closer and kissed him softly on the cheek. You can see why he was shocked when Bruce awoke.

Bruce just smiled t the surprised look on his friends face and moved forwards, nestling his face in his neck and snuggling into the warmth of his teammate, and falling asleep again.

Relaxing, Clint lifted his arm and grabbed one of his friends hands, tracing circles on the palm before promptly falling sleep aswell.

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