I couldn't resist writing another Avengers fic. Of course with Bruce. He's too cute not to write about!
Warning: None that I saw.
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Dropping onto the couch Bruce sleepily ran a hand over his face trying to bite back a yawn. He suddenly felt more tired than he had in awhile. Which was odd since he had been wide awake when he was in his room with Tony.
Though that probably had more to do with the show that they had been watching. There was just something about Tesla that neither of them could resist. As stated by the fact they watched all ten episodes. That sounded a lot better than saying they watched tv for ten hours straight.
He really wished that the show had been less interesting. When Tony had started to play it he had actually thought that maybe they'd fall asleep halfway through the first episode and that would be that.
Instead the two men had laid there paying attention to every single detail. They had even paused the episodes once or twice so they could talk about their own theories about what happened to the scientist.
Which left them both feeling absolutely exhausted and too wound up to even fall asleep. At least that's how he felt. His mind had been static before, but now it was filled to the brim with experiments that would make no sense when he was well rested.
Not that that had stopped either him or Tony from telling Jarvis to take down what they were saying. That was going to come back to bite them in the ass later. For now though all they wanted to do was sleep.
Tony had ended up stumbling out of his room a few minutes ago claiming that he was going to kick annoying builders out if he had to. That probably would be funny to watch. Nothing like a sleepy Tony Stark to terrify poor builders.
Bruce doubted that that was going to happen though. Mostly because the sun had set awhile back. He wasn't exactly sure when, he wasn't even sure what time it was, but he knew that it was officially the middle of the night.
Once the other man had left Bruce had decided that he needed to have some tea and get something into his stomach before he slept. Just a little snack while he attempted to get his mind to slow down enough to sleep.
Watching a scientific show before going to bed had not been the best idea. It was times like this that he realized just how much of an idiot he could be. He should have been calming himself down not thinking about new things to do in the lab.
He had gotten to the living room before he felt too tired to move anymore. His stomach was rumbling angrily at him to get food, but he was done. The lack of sleep had finally caught up with him and if the couch hadn't been there he probably would have just laid on the ground and slept.
After being on the run as long as he had he was fairly good at knowing how long he could got without eating or sleeping. It wasn't the best thing for him, but it was also something that was unavoidable sometimes.
He didn't have to continue to do that now that he was living in the tower, but that didn't stop him. It was just so nice to be working in a real lab again. All he wanted to do was stay down there and catch up on everything that he had been missing while on the run.
It was also completely stupid of him, not to mention dangerous, and he should know better. Which he actually might know… Except for the fact that he was so drained that he couldn't think straight.
Shutting his eyes he leaned his head on the back of the couch. A part of him was pointing out just how dangerous it was to fall asleep in the middle of the living room. Anyone could walk in and see him in such a vulnerable position. That was the last thing that he wanted to be.
He couldn't bring himself to care about that logic though. Even if there was any danger to him sleeping there he was too tired to do anything about it. Unless something did come after him he wasn't going to be gong anywhere.
With a loud yawn he dropped down so he was laying fully. A happy moan fell from his lips at the sudden heavenly comfort of the couch. It felt nicer than his bed had earlier. His last thought was wondering if anyone would notice if the couch disappeared into his room.
"I can be quiet," a voice argued by his feet causing the world to sadly come back to him, "I'm like the best at being quiet, Natasha."
It took him a second to realize that that had been Clint's voice. It was more of a pout than him telling her off, but he knew that that wasn't what the archer would say happened if the story ever came up in conversation.
Hearing no reply Bruce knew that the spy was simply giving the man one of her looks. It was normally Clint or Tony that were on the other end of those looks, but he had had one or two shot his way. They were never not scary.
That was the thing about Natasha though. She was both the scariest and the sweetest person that he knew. As long as you were on her good side than you were only slightly likely to get your ass handed to you on a silver platter. It was rather nice.
Shuffling slightly to get into a better position he heard Clint mutter an 'Aw, Bruce'. If he was more awake than he was he would have questioned that. Instead he laid there silently listening to the world around him.
Based off the shuffling of feet further away he knew that it wasn't just the agents that were awake and moving around. Which was pretty odd for the time it was. Why would everyone suddenly awake in the middle of the night?
"Did I miss a call?" Bruce questioned not bothering to open his eyes.
"No," Natasha said even as Clint let out a huff letting him know the woman had elbowed him in the side, "There's no reason for you to be awake."
"Then why am I?"
"Clint's shows are on."
"At two in the morning?"
"It's noon."
It took a second for him to process the words that the woman said, but all too soon he was blinking his eyes open and instantly regretting it. The sun was brightly lighting up the whole room. Why did the human race have to need the sun to survive? Why did that have to be a thing?
"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Bruce asked as he sat up letting his neck and back pop back into place.
"Cap threatened extra training if we woke you up," Clint offered falling onto the couch next to him and reaching for the remote.
"And you woke him up anyway," Natasha replied calmly sitting on the other side.
"We don't know that. Maybe he just woke up."
"As soon as you started to talk?"
"Still don't know it was me. He could have heard you walk into the room. Good the show hasn't started yet."
"What show?" Bruce wondered out loud squinting at the tv.
"Soap opera Clint's obsessed with," the spy stated grabbing a blanket and tossing it over all three of their laps.
"Shh," Clint hissed waving his hand at them while his eyes were glued to the screen, "Anya is about to tell Jeremy that she slept with his mother."
"Rosalee is beautiful," Natasha admitted watching just as intently.
"Beautiful enough to ruin a six year marriage? Maybe. She still had sex with her daughter-in-law though. No mother of the year award there."
"Why are we watching this again?" Bruce asked in confusion as the intro started to play.
"Because I need to know if James, Anya's 'twin brother', finds out that his mother, Leigh, is actually the woman that kidnapped him and that Anya found out about it when they were younger, but didn't tell anyone. Instead she used it against Leigh so that she would pay her to be quiet. Leigh stopped paying recently."
"I… I honestly don't know how to respond to that."
"Just enjoy. And, you know, shh."
Shaking his head Bruce stared at the tv not quite seeing what was going on, but enjoying it nonetheless. It had been years since he had watched a soap opera. They were just as ridiculous as they had been before.
Though that could have something to do with Natasha leaning over every once in awhile to fill him in on certain plot points. Or the fact that Clint kept yelling at the people like they could hear him. They were both much more entertaining than the show itself.
A content smile came to his lips as he sat there watching the scenes play out. He barely noticed himself yawn as the warmth surrounding him started to lull him to sleep. It wasn't until he was leaning against a warm body as another cuddled into his back that he realized what was going on.
Beside him he could hear both the agents talking to each other. They had lowered their voices so he knew they were paying attention, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He really had missed cuddling like this.
It was so peaceful to be completely encased with the warmth of another body, or two. Without thinking he moved closer to the body in front of him resting his head on the strong back while the body behind him pressed in even tighter. For the first time in awhile he fell asleep without a thought in his mind.
