A/N: One more to go! Over all, this has been quite a fun piece to write, and of course challenging in places. I think I managed to get a pretty coherent story out of the whole thing considering it started out as 22 random prompts I got from a list.
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21. Spying
The big guy had an uncanny sense of direction, as Bruce found out when he finally woke up in a hospital out in the middle of nowhere. The second thing he realized was how very alone he was in the tiny little room. Bruce decided not to stick around to find out who had brought him there.
Creeping down a hallway, he let out a silent breath, bare feet moving soundlessly on the chill linoleum floor.
The last thing he recalled was seeing his very own data staring back at him from the base's computer system. Even now the thought made his blood boil.
He forced himself to stop, taking a slow deep breath. This was what got him into trouble last time. He couldn't afford another tantrum. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he just hoped the others were alright.
A sound to his left drew his attention.
Bruce frowned, stepping toward the half ajar door and peered in. Steve sat in the only hospital bed in the room, struggling with what looked like a Stark pad, and beside him, fast asleep, was Tony Stark face down on the edge of the bed.
Bruce regarded the two banged up Avengers, and felt a terrible pang of guilt. This was his fault. He'd brought the roof down on their heads, all thanks to his uncontrollable temper.
And worse yet, he knew they'd forgive him for it.
They were good friends like that, though no matter what they said, he would owe them a huge apology for this.
Bruce drew a deep breath. No use standing here. He reached out, pushing the door open and stepped inside.