"So, just tell me why you did it?" Clint asked over the blaring music of his and Tony's favorite bar. Clint had been on a mission for sometime and he and Tony hadn't been able to go get drunk and talk in awhile.
"I don't know, Clint. He had just been so distant and quiet all month. Pulling away, wanting to be alone all the time. I was in need of him. It was killing me, I thought he no longer loved me or something, and Steve was just so comforting and giving me attention. And, I was just so angry with Bruce, I just gave into the moment."
"Mmm…" Clint hummed and nodded, as he took a sip of his beer. "I'm gone three months and you all lose your minds... What month was this?"
"July… why?"
"Well," Clint took another sip of his beer. "I can't believe you two had been together a little over eight years and you never picked up on the fact that Bruce always acts that way during the month of July."
"What? What do you mean?" Tony leaned forward, across the table.
"July, Tony? You know, the anniversary of Rebecca Banner's death."
"Holy shit." Tony whispered, staring wide-eyed at Clint. "What kind of husband, am I?"
"I don't know, Tony." Clint sighed.
"And, Peter? I just tore my baby boy's daddy away from him because I'm a complete and total insensitive prick. Clint, I don't want this divorce." Tony gasped, trying to keep tears at bay. "I gotta talk to Bruce."
"Tony, I don't know if that's-"
Clint didn't get to finish his sentence before Tony was slamming down a few hundred dollar bills and bolting out of the bar.
"Do I have to eat the green beans?" Peter made a face at the plate sitting in front of him.
"Yes, they'll help make you grow big and strong." Bruce said, taking a bit of his chicken.
"But, dad doesn't make me eat vegetables."
"Well, I'm not your dad."
"Yes, you are." Peter pouts.
"Peter," Bruce sighed, setting his fork down. "Just eat them for me, kay? Daddy's really tired and I just want you to eat as much as you can so we can go watch whatever movie you want."
"Okay." Peter grumbles, finally picking up his fork and starting to eat. Bruce nodded to himself as he watched his son start to chew his meal.
They slid into a comfortable silence, eating their dinner until there was a loud knocking at the door, causing Peter to jump in his seat.
Peter turned to look to where the door was, then looking back at Bruce with wide-eyes. "I got it, I got it. Nothing to be worried about. Sorry that scared you, baby." Bruce kissed his sons head as he got up and went to the door.
When Bruce opened the door he was confronted with a soaking wet Tony Stark, he quickly went to shut the door but Tony stopped him.
"Wait, please. I know, I'm sorry."
