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Italics, Tony speaks to Bruce mentally.

Bold, Bruce speaks to Tony mentally.

"Speaking aloud,"

'emphasis, past conversations or whatever else,'

III.

Tony stretched as per ordered with bubbling excitement, he finally got Bruce to show him how to use his body to the best of its ability. The inventor almost quipped about other ways Bruce could show him things but decided against it. With his mind buddy, he couldn't pile on too much Tony-ism. Somehow his usual flirting and extreme reactions were debated on before enacting them on his surly headroom mate. He knew Bruce wouldn't react well so, in a show of rare restraint Tony held back. It wasn't like he actually wanted to, it was just in his nature of sorts to do so.

I will start with a simple tumble. Knowing how to fall are the building blocks to later development.

Bruce was a cloud of calm and dense with control waiting for Tony to give the okay.

By all means, show me how it's done Bruce baby.

As Bruce took over Tony felt his face go into a natural scowl he normally wouldn't wear. This must be Bruce's resting face. Or was he reacting to the endearment 'baby'? Both. Tony decided on both.

But there were only so many variations of Bruce and none of them sounded good, so he was reduced to endearments. "Pay attention," Tony startled at hearing his voice work without him and how much deeper it came out. So used to hearing Bruce only in his head. Even their chat with Fury hadn't gotten him used to it. Good thing Bruce wasn't a talker or he might a have a sore throat tomorrow. It wasn't guttural but it was using muscles he wasn't used to.

When Tony both felt and watched as his body tensed and relaxed, flexed and moved about he nudged Bruce's presence to let him know he was good to go. The first roll was so smooth and graceful he couldn't believe his body as capable of it. The second was slower and more controlled Tony was feeling some doubts about his ability to match the movements. The third was the slowest followed by the quickest.

"Remember the feeling, roll with your weight and inertia. The tenser you are the harder it will be. Now, do as I have done."

Tony fell back into his body with a ripple of displacement and oddness, he tried to follow the same steps but landed on his shoulder rather than glide along it, slowly he got back up frowning at the mats. Bruce made it look easier than chewing, it was only the consolation that yes, his body was indeed capable of it that he didn't lose confidence. That was nothing to JARVIS's amused inquiry if he was 'doing all right' Tony grunted "I'm doing wonderful,"

"You managed to entice our guest into interacting I see." The coy electrical tones made the inventor smirk, he sure did. He had complained one too many times to JARVIS over Bruce's stubbornness. After the twentieth failure and Bruce's steady, heartless,

Again.

Tony decided that there was going to be a lot of sore muscles, far more than he was expecting. Bruce was winning this battle but Tony was intent on winning the war.