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His first thought when he woke up to the sound of someone wandering around in his bedroom was, What the heck?
His second thought was, Dear God, they finally caught up with me.
His third was, Wait, I'm not a fugitive anymore. Burglar?
His fourth, No burglar could get into Stark Tower.
His fifth, which he also said out loud, was, "Tony, what the heck are you doing in my room?"
"Oh, um, hi," the billionaire said. Bruce sat up and waved a hand blearily around on his bedside table, searching for his glasses. He finally found them and put them on a little crookedly even as Tony ordered JARVIS to turn the lights on.
"There's not any popcorn," Tony explained, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, trying - and failing - to make any sense out of this statement.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"There's no popcorn," Tony said with an annoyed huff. "And how am I supposed to watch Return of the Kingwithout any popcorn?"
"And you decided to come scrounge around in my room because...?"
"You like popcorn and I know you sneak food up here on the sly."
Bruce flushed. "Sorry. Old habits die hard."
"No, I get it," Tony said quickly. "You didn't always know when you're going to eat, so you hold onto whatever you can get. It makes sense. So I thought I'd come see if you hid any popcorn up here. I wasn't trying to wake you up," he added, half sulking and half guilty. Bruce sighed.
"It's the middle of the night. Why do you even want to watch Lord of the Rings?"
"First, it's a great series, and second..." Tony snatched Bruce's alarm clock off the table and held it in front of his friend's eyes. "Boom. Two forty-seven. AM. As in, in the morning. And how can it be the middle of the night if it's morning?"
Bruce sighed and shook his head at his friend's logic. "Under the bathroom sink. Behind the towels."
Tony grinned like... well, Tony Stark, and bounded off towards Bruce's bathroom. Bruce sighed and reached underneath his glasses to rub his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He could hear Tony throwing things away from him in the bathroom, presumably searching for the elusive microwave popcorn, and he sighed again.
Tony returned, grinning and holding up two packets of unpopped kernels. "Thank you ever so much, Dr. Banner."
"Fantastic. Can you leave so I can sleep?" he snarks back, fighting a yawn. Tony looks surprised.
"You aren't going to watch it with me?"
Bruce frowned. "Tony. It is almost three in the morning. I am tired. I want to go to sleep."
Tony was already walking towards the door. "So I'll see you down there in a few minutes?"
"...Yeah."