Notes: Oh my geez... I am so sorry this took so long.
We'll blame it on the fact that I am totally and completely incompetent.
Sorry, loves.
Here is your chapter.


"Tony!" Howard hollered, causing Bruce to jump and focus on more than just his unconscious father.

Tony quickly appeared from his closet completely clothed and with clothes in his arms for Bruce. Bruce quickly snatched the clothes out of his boyfriends arms and went straight for the bathroom.

"What did you do to cause this man to come tearing through my house at such an hour?" Howard asked, folding his arms tightly across his chest.

"I didn't do anything." Tony snapped. "Bruce's father has a serious anger management issue, and if you must know he caused Rebecca to be sent to the hospital today. So, Bruce came to stay here for a few days. Obviously, Brian didn't feel too fondly about the idea, not that Bruce even asked but still. I did absolutely nothing.

So, don't make this my fault. Besides, you two came up here together probably because you assumed that we were fucking, which absolutely yes we were and you have no right to tell me who I can and can't date because I know you'll try. I'm sorry that you have a son that is gay, I'm sorry that will hurt your imagine but, I think you'll get over it. And, even if you don't you're gonna have to learn to live with it because, Bruce isn't going anywhere. I love him and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"Are you done?" Howard asked with a slight twitch of the lips.

"No! Why don't you go back to ignoring me all the time! Why do you even care who I date, seriously? You don't care about anything else about me! Why should this be any different?"

"Tony, I don't care about who you date, son. So, will you please calm down."

Tony quickly looked to Natasha who lifted an eyebrow in response. "Yeah." Tony said through gritted teeth as he looked to his father.

"Good." Howard nodded. "Now, why don't you help me carry Mr. Banner into the guest room and then you and Bruce can finish what you were doing or-"

"Dad!"

"Okay, sorry. Just help me, boy."

Natasha quickly went over to the bathroom door as Tony and father began to carry Mr. Banner out of the room.

"Bruce?" She knocked timidly, without an answer. "Bruce?" She asked again listening intently through the door.

She quickly opened the door when she was sure she heard a shuddering exhale of breath.

"Oh, Bruce." Natasha gasped when she found her friend huddled on the floor with his head buried in his knees, that were pulled up tightly to his chest.

She ran over to friend and pulled him to her and cradled his head to her chest. "It's okay. It's okay." She cooed.

"Babe?"

"In here, Tony!" Natasha hollered.

Tony appeared in the doorway only seconds later. "What's wrong?" Tony asked, looking at Natasha.

"I don't know." She shrugged, as she continued to rock and sooth her friend.


"You sure about this?"

"Yeah." Bruce sighed heavily.

"Okay, well, text me when you get home and let me know that everything's okay." Tony pleaded.

"I will." Bruce leaned in kissed his boyfriend quickly before hurrying out the front door to his father's car.

Tony sighed, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and sat down on his porch as he watched Bruce pull away from the curb, followed by Thor and Loki.

"He was trying to keep him from you." Natasha whispered from place in the doorway.

"Not now, Tasha." Tony sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead.

"No, Tony. You need to know that he was trying to help you." Natasha replied as she sat down next to her friend.

"He doesn't help me." Tony argued in between drags of his cigarette. "He helps keep me and my problems under wrap so he doesn't have to deal with the public knowing that he has a fuck up for a son."

"I really don't think that's-"

"Yes, it is!" Tony snapped, cutting her off. "Since when do you care about my relationship with my father anyway? You have no idea what it's like to have a father who completely ignores you, to have no family. To be completely alone! To feel like no gives a fuck whether you're there or not!"

Tony froze after his outburst, realizing what he had said and knowing how much he had completely fucked up. "Tasha I-" He started to apologize.

"No, Tony. I don't want to hear it." She snapped, her eyes glistening.

Shit, he had really screwed up, Natasha never showed her emotions unless she was seriously hurt.

"You know, you're right," She stated. "I don't know how it feels to have a father that makes millions of dollars and gives me everything I could ever want. A father who loves me, even if he has a poor way of showing it. A father who... who..."

"Tasha," Tony whispered.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She wipes her eyes, before getting up and walking into the house to get Clint and leave.

"Shit." Tony hung his head, prepared to sit by himself and mope for the next few hours.


Bruce did as much as he could to keep from waking his father in the passenger seat of the car. He was grateful Thor had volunteered to come and help get his dad into the his house, but he was also concerned about his father waking up in the process and then Thor, Loki or both getting caught in the middle of what was sure to be a serious 'rager'.

Bruce quickly whipped the car into the short driveway and cut the engine. Thor parked next to him so, we was opening the passenger side door before Bruce could even get out.

"Thor, do you need…" Bruce trailed off as his friend easily lifted his father into his over muscular arms.

"Just get the door, Banner." Thor nodded towards the front of the house. Bruce sprinted to the door and fumbled with the key before finally getting the house unlocked and herding Thor through to his parents room.

Thor wanted nothing more than to throw Brian down onto the bed as hard as he possibly could, but didn't for the concern of him waking and taking it out on his friend.

Once safely outside the bedroom door, Bruce left out a sigh of relief and a small smile. "Thanks, Thor. You didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense, my friend, I will always be willing to help you with anything." Thor said, clapping Bruce on the shoulder and headed for the front door.

"Thanks." Bruce replied sheepishly as he followed his friend.

"Well, are you staying here for the night, or will you be heading back to Tony's?" Thor asked as he opened the front door.

"No, I think I'm gonna stay here make sure he doesn't do anything stupid again."

"Alright, be safe. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks again!" Bruce hollered as Thor ran to his car.

Bruce quickly waved to Loki before slipping back inside the house. He closed the door behind him and slumped his back against it. Remembering he said he'd text Tony, pulled out his phone and quickly typed in his message.

'Hey, home. Dad is in bed. Thor's gone. Staying here. Everything's fine. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you.' - Bruce

After re-pocketing his phone, Bruce thunked his head back against the door and closed his eyes. The weight of the days events were quickly catching up with him.

As Bruce stood there thinking over what occurred over the last twelve hours, he quickly became violently furious. And, the knowledge that he and his father were all alone and Brian was unconscious in his room vulnerable, and helpless only made Bruce more angry.

That man didn't deserve to sleep comfortably in his mothers room, on top of her handmade blanket, drooling into her favorite pillow. Bruce quickly pushed off the door and stocked to his father's room. Blinded with rage he slammed the door opened and entered the room. Sickened even more by the sight of his father in his mothers bed, caused him to lose all control.