XLXV.
Tony jolted awake, so deep in the memory, he nearly lost himself. He choked on nothing, or perhaps he choked on the lingering emotion left behind by a battered Bruce, battered but not beaten. It was then he notices someone lifting him up from the back, like an unruly puppy who's been bad. Nervously he looks up, "Eheh... Found you?"
A growl answered while dropping him, "Honestly Stark, it is as if your ears are made of cotton and that cherished brain of yours full of mud."
Tony squirms but brushes off nonexistent dirt and muck as the scene of before was gone, in its place was a corridor. Bruce looked as grim as ever with his perfectly combed steel hair and stone face, "Can you blame me? It's been a full 24 hours and you're still K.O. even I wasn't out that long." At least Bruce wasn't wearing stylized (if weathered) gear, no it was more of a dark based uniform. A mix between a martial arts gi and an army fatigue. It looked a lot more comfortable than any of his other clothes. Was it the uniform his side of the war wore?
Bruce's frown deepened. "Hm," but adds no more. Tony was beginning to understand why Bruce hated Iron Man's colors, Bruce didn't seem to be aware bright colors existed.
"So. You're awake now?" Please say yes Tony thought, they passed by old paintings that would be better suited in a museum.
"I believe so."
Tony lets out a rush of relief, "Oh good because I was thinking of telling Rhodey and it'll be a little hard to explain you without you being there to back me up."
"I see," they walked a few steps more before Bruce tilts his head towards him, "Wake up Stark."
Tony held up his hands to beg, "Aw, can't I stay here with you a little longer?" Just when Tony was entertaining the idea that Bruce's current face was dare he say it fond he utters one word.
"No." And Tony woke up.
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Extra 12
T: That was rude you know.
B: So is going through my mind when I told you not to.
T: Well you started it!
B: Only in the beginning when I did not know you. I haven't since, not unless I believe you are in danger and need the data.
T: Oh. I always thought you just went through everything all the time and I had nothing you didn't know. Now I feel bad.
*Shared Silence*
B: 'All of my gear and or tools have been given Bat-related names by either myself or others.'
T: Er, like a bat car or something? Bat knife. Heh. Batphone. I like this one, it's funny. I've seen some of your stuff it wouldn't be hard to imagine them having silly names. True.
