Wow! So this is my longest chapter, and it really isn't that long, but from now on I'm hoping they will be this length or longer. I've worked on planning out this story better, so I know how I'm going to end, but that probably won't be for a while. I think. Well, here's chapter 14, so enjoy!

The six of them stood in the center of the room, looking at the mess surrounding them.

"Good thing my father won't be home until Wednesday," Natasha said laughing. The group nodded in agreement and started to clean up. They took the Christmas lights that Natasha had used to tie Clint to the roof down, cleaned the whip cream off the counter, put Bruce's clothes in the washing machine, and threw away the duct tape that was used to tie Natasha and Thor up.

"So, what now?" asked Tony.

"Breakfast?" asked Steve, and the group gave a nod of agreement. Clint and Bruce being the only ones who could cook, started to make eggs and French toast much to everyone else's enjoyment. Everyone was in unanimous agreement that Clint's French toast and Bruce's blueberry pancakes were a gift from heaven and were never to be turned down.

"So since we ne'er really ga' ta ask las' night, how was Homecumin?" Clint asked, causing the four who had participated in the event last night looked at each other and groan. Natasha laughed.

"That bad?" she asked.

"Yes," said it Bruce.

"Even I admit it was awful," said Thor, and that was really saying something considering the fact that he loved to participate in all of the school activities he knew of. They joked for a bit about the awfulness of it, Natasha making sure to slip her "I told you so" in there somewhere, But of course, everything good had to eventually end, and Bruce started to feel himself slip. He didn't know why, probably a combination of little sleep, stress, forgetting his meds, and the burning anger he always carried with him.

"Hey guys I," was all he managed before he was gone. Hopefully he had at least gotten their attention.

He wanted to cause destruction. He felt that rage inside of him whenever he took over Bruce's mind. That rage that Bruce never used, never got rid of. That rage that fed him, never stopping. It was the reason he even existed in the first place, that rage, and he used it now. He used it try to destroy his other half's life, the life that was so perfect and happy. They life he hated, because really he was just an angry kid, an angry memory, always struggling to break free, but Bruce wouldn't let him, so he became himself. So, he set off trying to break everything he could as five people tried to stop him, help him calm down. He didn't want to calm down though, because in this mind he was just a kid, an angry, frustrated, revengeful, scared, kid.

"Bruce, hey, Bruce, you awake?"

"Hmrgfhmm," was all he could manage saying.

"I'll take that as a yes," the voice said, "Have you taken your meds to today?" Tony. The voice was Tony's. He managed to shake his head.

"Okay, um, that's not good," Tony said.

"Do you think you can get up?" This was a new voice he realized, and started to filtered it through his muddled brain. Natasha. He placed his hands on the cold, hard floor and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Thor and Clint helped him stand, and then sit again in a chair. He swallowed.

"Did I hurt anyone?" he asked.

"You gave Clint a black eye, but otherwise no, nothing serious, everyone's fine, it wasn't your fault," Steve responded, knowing by now not to sugarcoat it, but also making sure Bruce understood that it wasn't his fault.

"Sorry," he said, directed at Clint

"Don' wowwe abouw it, it isen bad," he responded. Bruce sighed in relief.

"Tony why don't you take him home and get him some medicine," Natasha suggested, "and Bruce, you guys can come back later if you feel up to it." Bruce nodded, exhausted. Clint assisted Tony with getting Bruce out of the chair, to the front door, out of the house, and into the car undamaged. Bruce tried to fall asleep again as soon as he was sitting down.

"Hey no sleeping, you know the drill, you can sleep after you take your meds," Tony said as he started the car. Bruce sighed, but opened his eyes and tried to focus on something other than the fact that he was exhausted.

When they arrived at his house, Bruce was aware enough that he didn't need to much help getting to the door, but Tony still stuck by him. He got out his keys, but considering how much his hand was shaking; he just passed them over to Tony. They entered his house and Tony helped him into the kitchen, where he set him down on one of the barstools. Tony grabbed a cup, filled it half way with water and then headed towards the medicine cabinet. He searched through the orange bottles, before pulling one out. Prescribed to Banner, Robert, B. Take twice daily. Tony shook one out before handing the glass and the pill to Bruce. He took the medicine, set the glass back down and struggled back up to his feet.

"Hey, you, no, sit," Tony demanded, which didn't really help at all.

"I promised to call my mom if she was at work and it happened," he explained, and Tony smacked himself for forgetting that out of all of them, Bruce was one of the few that had a parent who A, actually cared, and B, was alive. Oops. Tony grabbed the house phone and gave it to Bruce. He punched in some numbers. The phone rang twice before the person on the other side picked up; proceeding to having a conversation that Tony only heard half of.

"Hi Mom."

"Ya, well now at least."

"Well you made me promise to call you so."

"Um, I may have kind of slipped, but I'm okay now."

"Ya I'm home, I'm using the home phone Mom."

"No seriously, I'm fine. Tony's here its oka-" Tony took the phone from him.

"Hi Ms. Banner, this is Tony, Bruce is fine, really, I just gave him his meds and he'll probably go sleep it off in a little bit, but he really is fine."

"Oh, Tony, thank goodness, are you sure he's okay, I could come home right now and be there in ten minutes."

"Ms. Banner-"

"How many times have I told you, call me Rebecca."

"Rebecca, he really is fine, he's just really tired," he looked over at his boyfriend who had his head on the counter, fast asleep, "and now he's sleeping, you really should stay at work, it wasn't even that bad."

"Are you sure," she asked, and Tony could hear the worry in her voice.

"Yes."

"Well okay then, bye Tony."

"Bye Ms. Banner."

"Rebecca."

Tony turned back to Bruce and let out a sigh, "Okay, let's get you upstairs."

With much grumbling and complaining they did just that, Bruce eventually curling into the soft covers of his bed.

Bruce woke and looked around, finding Tony nowhere. He sat up and caught sight of a note on his bedside table.

Went back to Red's to get our stuff, be back in a little bit.

~Tony

He sighed and got out of the bed slowly, still somewhat tired but not wanting to fall back asleep. He stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He sat in his seat thinking, slowly sipping his water, and began to sob. He didn't notice the door open and his boyfriend rushing over to him.

"Hey Bruce, it's okay, Bruce you didn't hurt anyone, I mean sure Clint has a bruise, but it's really nothing, and it's not your fault, and please don't cry, it's not your fault, it's okay, it's not your fault," came Tony's voice. Bruce continued to sob into Tony's shoulder, but slowly started to calm down.

"You okay," Tony eventually asked. Bruce gave a shrug and left it at that. Tony handed over his phone, glasses, tux and the whip creamed clothes. "I got your stuff."

"Thanks," he muttered, putting on his glasses, and took the rest and set it on the counter.

"Do you want to go back to Natasha's?" Tony asked.

"Not really, can we just stay here?" he asked.

"Ya, okay, movie marathon?"

"Movie marathon," Bruce agreed.

They chose Pixar as the theme and started with Toy Story. Bruce just sat watching the screen and thinking of how he had hurt Clint, and maybe he had hurt one of the others too, they might have not told him, and what if he destroyed Natasha's house, she would be mad right, and if not, wouldn't her dad be? And what if-

"Okay stop," said Tony, and Bruce looked up, "This is obviously not helping so I'm going to go call everyone and they are going to come over and we will all watch Pixar movies together. Got it?" Bruce could only nod. "Okay good," he finished, and set about calling the rest of their friends. They arrived in the next fifteen minutes, pouring in from the doorway.

"What movie are we on?" asked Steve.

"Toy Story 1," answered Tony

"Hey Bruce," said Natasha. All eyes turned to him.

"Hi," he said meekly. They settled down in the living room together. Steve and Thor taking two of the chairs, Tony, Bruce, and Natasha on the couch, with Clint perched on the armrest.

"Brwuce," Clint said, and Bruce turned to look at him, "I'm fine."

"Okay," Bruce said with a doubtful tone.

"No really, look, I still have permission to hit him," Natasha said grinning and proceeded to whack his already swollen eye, causing him to fall backwards off the couch.

"Hey ow tha hurt," Clint grumbled while everyone else laughed. Tony selected the subtitles options and then hit play.

"Oh my god, Steve is Buzz."

"No I'm not."

"Uh, ya."

"Well if I'm Buzz, Tony's Woody."

"Tasha's that creepy dowl tht- ow, stop hitteen me."

"Wait couldn't Thor also be Buzz."

"Tha cwould wurk."

"Bruce is Slink."

"Well then Clint's Bullseye."

"What? It fits perfectly."

"Thor's Mr. Potato Head."

"No arguments there."

"Hey!"

I'm sorry, I just had to make them into Pixar characters. What did you think? Please review! As always, thanks to everyone who has supported me and this story. You guys are amazing! Oh, and to anyone who celebrates Thanksgiving, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!