Disclaimer: I do not own anything Marvel, I just happily play with the characters they create!

A/N: This is a series of one-shots based on Bruce Banner/Hulk. I will add more stories occasionally, all depending on inspiration. PM me with ideas; however, keep in mind that I want these stories to remain K plus and under. I'm also not very good with romance, and I never do SLASH.

1

The Other Guy

Bruce Banner cringed when he saw the room in shambles. Expensive technology strewn around, the glass table shattered, walls broken. And in the middle of it all stood Tony Stark, arms crossed and a smug, unconcerned smirk on his face.

"Told you I could make you angry," he said, tossing Bruce a robe he'd been keeping handy.

Bruce didn't see the humor of it, and his face burned with embarrassment. "Did I do this?"

"Well, kind of." Tony looked around. "It was more or less the other guy."

"I am the other guy," Bruce sighed. He was tired of everyone acting like he just disappeared whenever the Hulk barged in. But Bruce was still there, faintly and helplessly aware of what his monster counterpart was doing.

"Well, yeah," Tony agreed, "technically. It's like a Dr. Jekll and Mr. Hyde."

Bruce raised an eyebrow in sullen acknowledgement. "I should apologize."

"Please don't," Tony said, waving a hand at him. "I don't do this often, but I take full responsibility...this time."

Bruce didn't want to agree, even though he did. All he said was a mumbled, "Thanks."

"If we could find a way to let you control your 'Hyde', we might get some more productivity out of that not-so-jolly green giant." Tony grinned at his own joke, but didn't push it.

"You don't think I've tried to control him?" Bruce asked in a low voice. Great, now I'm thinking of him as a different person too, if he can be called a person. Argh! I'm doing it again.

Tony noticed the tension ridging Bruce's muscles. Bruce was getting angry. Maybe we're discussing this too soon... Tony thought distantly. However, he shrugged the concern away. "I'm sure you have; but that was before you had me to work with."

"Oh, yeah, and you're the guy to give me anger management advice," Bruce sneered. He clenched his fists.

"Woah, hey," Tony soothed, putting his hands up, "I wasn't saying that. I'm the last person to volunteer to be your psychiatrist. What I want to use is technology."

Bruce took a deep breath, trying to lower his blood pressure. Tony wasn't making it easy with his "I'm a smarter scientist than you" speech.

"Hey, I might not be a millionaire, but I've got some degrees in my backpocket. I'm not stupid!"

Now he was getting illogical, letting his emotions get the best of him. A symptom of the Hulk lurking nearby.

"I didn't say that," Tony said defensively.

"You don't have to," Bruce growled, a greenish tint flushing his face.

Tony became serious. "Banner, you need to calm down."

"I am calm!" shouted Bruce, pounding a balled fist against one of the only intact walls left. It cracked under the force.

"You know what, you're right. I did say that, and I'm sorry. You're being completely calm right now, you're doing good. You're taking nice...deep breaths, and getting a hold on your blood pressure." Tony sighed with relief as Bruce's shoulders fell.

"Maybe you should be my psychiatrist," Bruce said with a faint smile after a few moments of collecting himself.

Tony smiled. "No thanks, I've got a job."

END