That night, Darcia thought of how to impress Bruce for her party. She knew he wasn't into lavish events, so she figured she could downplay it. A little. She was Darcia Grace after all. And knowing Tony, this wasn't going to be a small get together at all, so she needed to still look her best. She sat on her bed, looking through the internet on her smartphone at dresses that would best suit her thirtieth birthday. When that thought crossed her mind, she dropped her phone, her eyes widening. Thirty. Thirty! She was turning the big three-oh. Panic and nausea bubbled up in her throat as she looked wildly around her room, for what, she didn't know. All she could think of was that she was turning thirty years old on Sunday and her thirtieth birthday party was the night before. That number loomed in her mind and when she stood up to splash cool water on her face, she found darkness and a hard surface.

Thirty.

Bruce sat on his bed thinking. This was a first, really, seeing as how whenever he did his thinking, he was usually in the lab, surrounded by gamma particles and the periodic table of elements. What would he wear to Darcia's birthday party. He had never really been to a birthday party, much less one for a high society girl. It was more like a birthday extravaganza. A suit would be best, he figured, but he didn't have much money and what money he did have wouldn't buy something she would like. Those name brand ones, like...like... he put his head in his hands. He didn't even know designer names. Strengthening his resolve after a minute, he decided that he would need Tony's help on this one. How else would he be able to pick the right brand? He took his hands away from his face, looking at them. Yes. That's what I need to do. He hated the idea of asking Tony for anymore favors, but this was important to her...his girlfriend...so it was important to him.

A sudden thought flashed into his mind and he groaned loudly, falling back on his bed. A gift. What in the world was he supposed to give her that he could afford and she didn't already have? God damn it. Why was this so difficult? "You need to stop over thinking things, Banner," he whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. She was so worried about him and the pressure of being with her. He could handle this, right? Or did he let his heart take over his mind...for the first time in his life? No. He could do this. For her. For Darcia. She deserved this. He made up his mind on what to get her. But first, he needed to talk to Tony.

The heiress woke up the next morning in her bed, underneath the covers, and just in her bra and underwear. Her phone was on her bedside table along with a glass of water and two Advil. She blinked slowly, wondering how in the hell this happened. Last night, she was just looking at dresses on her phone and she was overwhelmed because...well, because of her age...and then all of a sudden, she blacked out. Did she pass out? Faint? She did remember standing up to go to the bathroom and that would mean she would've landed on the floor and woken up on her face. Her brows furrowed. How the hell was she in her bed? And naked, for that matter! She saw yesterday's outfit folded neatly on the floor and twitched. Someone took off her clothes, put her in her bed and more than probably ogled at her body. She blew a piece of hair out of her face, took the Advil (because she just realized that her head did hurt) and sat down on her bed, staring at the wall in blank confusion. Who would think to come check on her? Does this happen every night? She shuddered. "Is someone watching me sleep?"

An idea popped into her head and she got up to take a shower. "JARVIS," she said, peeling off her undergarments.

"Yes, Miss Grace?"

"Do you know who came into my room last night?" Or every other night, if that's the case.

"One moment, miss." Walking into the bathroom, Darcia prepared to shower while the robot went through his video surveillance...or whatever he (it?) was doing. "I have went through last night's log and saw that Mr. Rogers appeared at your door at two thirty nine. He left eleven minutes and seventeen seconds later. Since there is no camera in your bedroom, I am unable to tell you his purpose."

The heiress stopped brushing her hair once she found out who came into her room. She remained still, staring at herself in the mirror, unseeing, her mouth open in shock. She didn't realize the robot stopped talking for a full two minutes before she shook herself out of her stupor. "Uh," she said, trying to regain her wits. "Thank you, JARVIS. Can I ask for another favor?"

"Of course, miss."

"Can you see if Mr. Rogers...or anyone else for that matter...has been in my room at any other point without my permission? Since I've been here..."

"It will take some time, but yes miss, I will let you know when I have the results."

"Thank you so much," she said, a thousand questions flying through her mind. She walked into the shower, turning on the water, feeling nothing as the freezing water hit her. There was only one question that kept reappearing in her mind as the water warmed up. What the fuck?

"Brucey!"

Bruce winced at the nickname, a half smile sliding into place as he walked into Tony Stark's lab. "Hello Tony."

The billionaire grinned up at the scientist from his lab table, part of a muffin in his mouth. "What can I service you with?" he winked, letting the scientist's thoughts run wild.

As if on cue, Bruce blushed. He looked down, shuffling his feet. When Tony laughed, the scientist looked back up somewhat defiantly. He walked over to the lab and looked at what Tony was working on. "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Tony, lost in his thoughts, a permanent smirk on his face, snapped up and looked at him. "Oh, just working on how to get Pepper in my bed faster. Y'know." Bruce's unbelieving, shocked look sent Tony into a fit of laughter, almost choking on his muffin. "I'm just kidding, man. It's just models of particle distributors and ion reactors."

"Why?" Bruce asked, genuinely intrigued.

Tony shrugged. "Why not? I'm sure I'll need this sometime." The other man bobbed his head, the smile off his face. They stood in silence, Bruce's brows knit together, Tony scribbling something on a notepad. Finally, when the silence became tense and uncomfortable, both men opened their mouths to speak.

"I've been thinking-"

"You haven't told me-"

They stared at each other and burst out laughing. "Sorry, man, you go ahead."

Bruce smiled. "Well, I've been thinking about, er, Darcia's birthday and-"

Tony laughed. "Say no more. I already knew you'd have trouble. Same with the others. I've got tuxes being made right now."

Tuxes? I thought you wore suits... "Wait, how did you get my measurements?"

"I have my ways, Banner," Tony winked. Seeing Bruce's flabbergasted expression, Tony laughed again. "Dude, relax. You need to calm down. JARVIS does body scans when you're standing still."

Bruce blinked but continued on like he wasn't just told that JARVIS body scans people. "Uh, okay, thanks. Also, for her present, I was wondering if you could...er, help me...with it."

Tony blinked, a slow smile spreading to his face. "Yeah, of course. What do you want help with."

The other man smiled back, confidence growing. "I want to get her something special...but I don't know what..."

Immediately, Tony slammed his hand on the table, a grin on his face. "I know the perfect thing. You'll totally get laid after this."

(A/N: Guys, I'm really sorry it's been so long since I last updated, but I've just been so busy. I'll have some time now but it'll still be harder to write. The next chapters are going to be good so don't worry. I love you all for being so patient. Thanks so much!)