Bruce's house was perfect. It was just the right distance away from New York that he wouldn't hurt anyone, but near enough so there wasn't so far to travel. It was shaped like a cube, and made from an alloy of steel and the unnamed element Tony Stark had invented. Stronger than any other metal alloy, it could contain the other guy. The house was run by Jarvis, and had a direct underground track to the Stark tower. It was the best house for him.
Bruce fitted the unnamed element into the reactor. Another one finished. This would run his house for a year, maybe two, before needing another element replacement. We really need a name for this element. The only trouble was that its atoms weren't very stable, and so the element kept reacting with the hydrogen in the air.
Arcium. A name for the element came to mind. Have to tell Tony. Bruce placed his work tools down on the bench, and made his way to the underground train that ran from his house to the Stark tower.
Bruce stumbled into the workroom at Stark Industries. Stopped. Widened his eyes. Turned around and coughed.
Steve had Tony pressed up against the wall. They were encased in a passionate embrace, mouths pressed up against each other, yearning for more. They pushed each other away when they heard Bruce cough. Steve nodded at Bruce.
"Steve," Bruce nodded, making his way over to the workbench. Tony joined him there. "I've thought of a name for the element." He saw Tony gesture for him to carry on. "Arcium."
Tony tilted his head. "Yeah. That works." He picked up a copper wire off the workbench. "What do we call the alloy then?"
Bruce shrugged. "What about Bark?" Steve asked. "It's Barton and Stark combined."
Tony and Bruce looked at each other and shook their heads. "Nah," they said in unison.
Steve gave a half smile that widened to make a full grin. "What about Staton?" he asked gleefully. Both Tony and Bruce nodded in agreement. Staton it was.