"Tony"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

"Mhmmm"

"You don't look it."

Tony lifted his head from the desk, glancing over his shoulder to meet the concerned gaze of the good doctor. "I'm fine," he tried again, straightening up in his chair "Seriously."

"You look exhausted," Dr. Banner pressed with a frown "Are you feeling alright?"

"Exhausted?" Tony echoed the word, thinking back to the night before. The last few nights. The dreams he'd been having about the very man before him. "Well, Pepper's been here," he smirked "And last night we-"

Bruce raised his hands and made a face "If it involves you, and a woman, I don't want to know." He said flatly "Just making sure you're not sick, or something."

"What? Me, sick?" Tony scoffed at the idea, looking back at the work on his table and trying to remember what it was he had been doing "The notion in and of itself is ridiculous, I haven't been sick since I was a kid. It was the flu... or something." He picked up the tools that he'd set out, hoping to jog his memory "Fever, barfing, whole nine yards. Should've seen mom's face..."

Bruce reached over and picked up the welding tool, pressed it into his palm, and looked doubtful "I can only imagine," he said flatly "Just take care of yourself, alright?"

Tony blinked down at his hand. Right. Welding.
"You're such a mother hen!" He chided, leaning forward to go back to work. Banner scoffed and slid the goggles perched on top of Tony's head down to cover his eyes "Only with you, it would seem."

The comment earned him a grin, and Tony set back to work. He wouldn't admit it, but it was nice to have someone be concerned. It had been years since anyone had been so carefully observant. He supposed that was just in Banner's nature though, and despite what the doctor had said, was not restricted to just his interactions with Tony.

He glanced over from his work, watching Bruce as he looked over screens, magnified strands of DNA rotating slowly for the doctor to observe. For the past few days, he'd been closely examning Steve. Drawing blood, testing reflexes, asking endless questions that the Captain was obviously used to answering.
"Whatcha doin', Brucie?" Tony asked mildly, not really surprised when the bespectacled man didn't so much as glance at him.

"Just trying to see how close we really came with me," Banner admitted after a pause "Fairly close, unfortunately what was off was very far off."

"Yeah, like the skin color?"

Banner rolled his eyes and smiled, looking away from the data to reach across the table and grab a file.

The fabric of the other man's trousers tightened around his thighs and back end at the movement, showing off the shape of his butt nicely. Tony bit his lower lip.
Instantly he was thrown back into a dream from days before. Bending Bruce over the table and claiming him there, in a mess of papers and tools, listening to him moan and cry, begging for more.
Tony shifted in his seat anxiously as the doctor straightened up and flipped through the contents of the file, nodding to himself and adjusting a few things on screen.
"So, what are you working on over there, Mr. Stark?"

"Oh, ah..." Tony shot a fleeting glance back to his work space, willing himself to focus "Just fixing some stuff on a piece of my suit."

Banner glanced up from his file and raised an eyebrow. Tony rarely talked in such vague and lamemans terms. "You /sure/ you're alright?" He set down the folder and approached.

The engineer slapped a cocky smirk on his face, it was harder than it should have been to not imagine Bruce prowling towards him with bedroom eyes. "Absolutely, big man," He insisted again as the doctor reached out a hand and touched it to his forehead "There's no fever, do I need to start calling you mom?"
Bruce dropped his hand and shook his head with a smile "Don't you dare."

Tony laughed and gave him a light push back towards his computer "Go back to fawning over Spangles' perfection." He urged, watching as the smaller man smiled and got back to his work. Then he turned his head away and rubbed his face with his hands.
When it had been decided that the Avengers would live at the tower, it had been fairly easy to gather the team. Natascha and Clint were simply contacted through SHIELD. Steve had been found and informed to return to New York after his tour of the States. Apparently the Asgardian gate keeper had been keeping a closer eye on his prince's teammates, and they were able to get Thor back to Earth almost as soon as the decision had been made... Bruce Banner had been the last, and most difficult, to acquire. Apparently when the world was not in danger, he didn't want to risk being with people. It had taken Tony going to India and physically tracking him down to convince him to come back.
It had been a month since then, exactly a month when the first dream had started. They disturbed Tony. Tony Stark, the playboy, the man who had slept with more women than he cared to count, was dreaming about sexing a man.
But now? Now, despite himself, he was looking forward to sleep. Hoping that the bare form of Bruce Banner was waiting for him.

"Tony."

The emphasis on the word made him think that it had been said multiple times. "Huh?" He looked up, torn from his thoughts.
"Put down your tools, and go lie down."
Bruce's voice was oddly stern, and the frown on his face made Tony uneasy
"What? Why?" He countered, feeling defensive.
"You've just been staring at the piece of your suite for at least twenty minutes. You haven't been responding when I've talked to you. I'm telling you as a doctor: go lie down."

Tony huffed, slamming down his tool in a false show of insult as he turned away "If you wanted me gone you could have just said so!"

"You're such a drama queen."

Tony winked over his shoulder, one last attempt to show that he was okay. Bruce only waved him out the door.