Love was a powerful drug.
Everyday someone found love and everyday love was lost.
Love was his strongest craving, for as long as he could remember.
It was the only craving he couldn't find a way to quench, no matter how many women her slept with.
No matter how much alcohol he drank, or how many machines he built.
It laid there dark and lonely, some days were better then others, but the heavy feeling of sinking stayed.
She lifted the dark feeling at one point, but when she chose her career over him the pain returned and suddenly he could barely breathe.
He wanted to run after her, to tell her they could work it out.
All he could do was watch the elevator doors close and take a swig from the bottle of Jack.
JARVIS tried to make him productive but nothing he said could make the mechanic move.
His friends all attempted to get him to work on missions or even go to the bar for a drink.
He couldn't stand them, they didn't know what it was like to be him, to feel his pain.
Sure there was love in the team but it wasn't the love he needed or craved.
Then he walked right into Tony's bedroom.
Not one word was said as he laid down next to Tony.
Working together for as long as they had, and knowing each other like they knew the periodic table.
That's all Bruce needed to do for Tony.
The mechanic held onto his best friend as he wept, the quiet male held him while he stroked his back.
Time passed and he finally was showing his face again, and Bruce stayed in one stop for over a month.
It didn't take a genius to know what the two had evolved from, what they had become.
It was no surprise to anyone not even the man out of time when they announced their engagement.
Or when the held the quite wedding.
Or the time they had adopted three children with special needs, along with creating one of their own with their bone marrow.
Nor was it a surprise that at the age of eighty-five when Tony Stark's heart gave out do to the loose of his husband who died earlier that year from the gamma radiation in his body.