Rolled Out of the Door
Bruce was sitting in his lab, trying to ignore the Other Guy growling about the 'little girl' from earlier.
It was proving to be difficult.
Focusing on his latest experiment was proving fruitless. And trying to work on a new formula for... Something. Also not happening since all Bruce could think about was the feel of Darcy Lewis pressed against his body.
The Other Guy had purred that morning, and he was usually quiet when around the spazzy woman. So, if Bruce ever decided it would be worth pursuing, he sort of had that major hangup under control.
But the age thing.
She thought she was five! That took the age difference to a whole new level.
And now - if Tony managed to fix things - the age difference would be something more normal? Not really normal, but more acceptable, that's for sure. Didn't Tony say that any other forty-year-old man would kill to have a twenty-something that looked like Darcy hanging off their arm?
Bruce could probably kill for that. The Other Guy had come close a few times. Like that morning. Sure, he had been jealous of his teammates before. None of them have normal lives, but Bruce can honestly say he probably has it the worse. Like, look at whatever issue a teammate has, and then take a step further, and then you have Bruce. He's just always a step further on the issues scale.
He needed a distraction from this distraction. Where was Tony when he was actually needed? Don't want to be bothered? Tony will be right there poking you. But when you actually want the annoying bastard around, he's nowhere to be found.
Well, he could be found. He was just one floor above, guarding Bruce's distraction.
The Other Guy had some ideas about that, and it was taking a lot out of Bruce to keep the Other Guy at bay.
Deep breaths. Listening to the tea kettle heat up on the bunsen burner. It was barely working.
"Bruuuuuce," a voice sounded from the entrance to the lab. It was Darcy, and she was pouting, shuffling in place at the door.
The Other Guy purred and buried himself into the back of Bruce's mind, forcing the man to gulp. What to do? What to do?
"Hi, Darcy."
With a big wave, she responded with a shouted "Hi!" She was in tights now, but it didn't seem like she put on a bra, if the extra bounce was anything to go by.
"Did Tony fix you?" He winced, probably not the best way to phrase that.
"I broke?" Her lip wobbled, eyes watered, as she looked down to examine herself.
Yeah, definitely the wrong way to phrase that. Standing up, he walked over to her. "No, no." He lifted her face by the chin, so he could look into her bright blue eyes. How he resisted the girl so long, he didn't know. And if she wasn't fixed, he'd have to resist even longer. "Definitely, not broke," he whispered, dropping his hands and taking a step back.
"Kay," the tears rescind, and the smile returns. Bruce mentally sighs in relief. Before anything else can be said, a loud whistle pierces the air. "JARVIS, what happened?" He asked the AI, smiling fondly at the startled look on Darcy's face.
"Sir's antidote worked for a few minutes but seemed to go through her system too quickly to remove any residual formula in her system."
"Does he need any extra help?" Bruce asked, watching as Darcy spun in a circle. He held back the chuckle trying to escape his lips.
"Sir is working on it now. He wants to give it a day before giving Miss Darcy another dosage. I'm sure Sir would appreciate it if you would keep her occupied. As she left a bit of a mess in his workshop."
"Sure." Bruce shook his head. He'd check in with Tony later because Bruce knew he knew about genetics than the engineer. But he could understand the man wanting to be the one to fix his own fuckup. How the man managed to get his PA in this state, he didn't know. But being given the chance to spend some extra time with Darcy (in her regressed state or otherwise) was too good for the man to pass up. "Tea party?" Her smile grew as she skipped over to the kettle.
"Careful," Bruce quickly followed, recalling earlier that morning when she burned herself. Using a rag, he pulls the kettle off the burner and shuts it off. Finding an extra mug, he puts another bag into it and pours tea for the two of them. Sitting himself in his chair, he watched as Darcy skipped around the room, looking at random things, poking at papers.
Sipping at his tea, he stared at the way her clothes hugged her skin. Maybe. When all was said and done, he could ask her out to coffee. It wouldn't hurt? If she wasn't interested, then so be it, at least he tried? Isn't that what Tony always told him?
"Yum," she hummed, seating herself on his lap, facing forward, thighs bracketing his legs.
Fuck. Breathing through his nose and out his mouth, his hands flailed, not really sure where to put them. She grabbed them and put them on her knees. He hoped she couldn't feel the sweat in his palms.
Bending forward to put her teacup down on the table, she pressed up against his groin. Gritting his teeth, Bruce tried not to sound out, barely holding back from gripping her knees. She kept fidgeting, which only meant she continued to brush up against his cock.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tried to force her to stop, but all it did was pull her into him, his cock perfectly resting between her ass. "Hmm," she hummed,leaning forward again for her teacup. She didn't move from her spot - she couldn't with the grip Bruce had on her - and he didn't realize how flexible she was, bent almost in half.
Giggling, she sat back, pressing her back on his chest, and lifted her legs. As if playing, she reached for her toes, all the while, her ass stroking his aching cock. Bruce knew it was wrong, really wrong, but it had been so long. He had to stop this before he pushed her forward and took her from behind. At least she had leggings on, because God, did it feel good.
"Darcy," he squeaked, trying to hold her into place. "My tea is cold."
"Oh no!" She hopped out of his arms to inspect his cup.
Bruce let out a sigh of relief. "I'm going to make some more, maybe you could go get us some cookies for the tea party?"
"Kay," she giggled, skipping out of the lab.
Bruce decided this would be a good time for a bathroom break.
