Mainly a quick Bruce sided story. I really hope you guys like it. This is my first time doing a story on here and I am trying my best to make it a decently long story with enough "action" to keep it interesting. Anyway leave a review and some positive criticism it would mean a lot. :)
The only sound was the quiet hum of the elevator as Tony and Bruce made their way up the tower. Tony looked at his feet; this was the first time a loud mouth like him was at a loss for words. "So…," Tony attempted to break the silence. Bruce looked over at him but said nothing. The drowsiness in his eyes gave no clue to his mood. "So while you were asleep I rented a movie and ordered take-out," Tony stumbled over his words," but you don't have to..uh join me if you don't want to." Click A new button on the elevator was pushed. Tony sighed knowing Bruce was probably just mad he had scared him while he slept.
When the doors slid open Tony saw the dim glow of the community living room. "Is this the right floor," Bruce finally spoke up," it looks like I wont be sleeping much tonight, I'm almost awake." Tony's appearance light up then dimmed. Why was he getting so excited about this, it was only Banner. Maybe being in the lab and the fight with Pepper was just bothering him.
"I rented 300, not sure if it is your kind of movie," began Tony," but I figured some food and drinks could make it a bearable watch." Bruce nodded, took a bit of food and sat on the couch. The movie began and no more than twenty minutes in did the liquor begin to flow between the two scientists. "This is a fucking terrible movie," shouted Tony as he hung upside down on the couch. Banner laughed as Tony slid to the floor doing a backwards summersault into the coffee table. 'Dammit' mumbled Tony. Bruce had face planted into the couch, muffled groans emitted from the tipsy man. Tony trying to regain his balance grabbed Bruce's leg but as he got to his feet he lost his balance and landed on the couch. The movements of both the men were sluggish and clumsy. Bruce maneuvered himself onto his back while Tony still lay on top of him. "Tony get off," whimpered Bruce," my leg is starting to hurt." Tony obliged…sort of. He managed to remove his weight from Bruce's leg but in turn began straddling the other man on the couch. Bruce began to feel uncomfortable under the grown man's weight so with a gentle push Tony slid back with a small fit of giggles. Bruce had to admit he really was cute at times. Shaking his head Bruce walked over to the counter and poured himself another drink. If Tony was going to be this crazy he might as well join him.
The night carried on for a few more hours and the looping of the DVD menu was drowned out by the loud laughter of two very drunk scientists. The two had knocked over the small end table knocking it to the ground along with a lamp that lay shattered on the ground. The morning was going to be very slow once both of the men came down from their alcohol-induced state.
Bruce woke up with an incredible sore back. He looked around with his hazed over eyes, his hang over was starting to wake up. Rubbing his head he finally focused on the room around him. It was the living room he had been in that night. Bruce felt a chill across his skin, looking down he was in nothing but his boxers and a sock. The one thing that almost sent him leaping back was Tony gently cuddling his lower body. Stunned Bruce took in the site of the sleeping man. "Tony, Tony wake up," Bruce shock Tony's shoulder in an attempt to wake him. This was not working. Bruce lay back down and tried to lessen the pain in his head.
Ping something in the haze of Bruce's dream went woke up feeling even more hung over than earlier. "Banner?" a concerned calming voice came from the elevator, "you ok over there?" His eyes shot open; he was still on the floor of the living room. Jumping to his feet Bruce looked around the room and noticed Tony was nowhere to be seen. " I, Yeah I'm just fine," Bruce said trying to comfort the voice," I just…I don't even know at this point, I need to go lay down I think." As Bruce made his way towards the door a strong muscular hand grabbed his arm. Having paid no attention to whom it was he was talking to this whole time Bruce finally looked up and saw a very disappointed look on Capitan Americas face. "Maybe you have slept long enough," Capitan said sternly," I think you really need to work off this hang over." Bruce cringed at the thought of working out with the great Capitan America especially in this terrible state. "I'm only in town for a few days and I really think it could do you some good to have a nice workout, training spree," Steve said this with confidence as he lead Banner to the elevator.
Bruce dawned his sweats and a borrowed white undershirt from Steve. "Ok, I'm not going to spare with you but I want to run you through some drills," Steve bellowed carrying some free weights as if they were nothing," we will lift a few weights, work on your core and then jog. Is that fine with you?" As if he had a choice Bruce followed Steve's orders. " TEN MORE," drilled Steve," How can you call yourself a hulk when you can barely do fifty push-ups" Bruce was gritting his teeth each time he went down. After the last ten Bruce gave in to his pain, face first he fell onto the hard linoleum floor of the gym. "Stand up solider," shouted Steve," we have a five mile jog ahead of you before you can sleep." Bruce rolled on to his back and looked up at an angry Steve. "You really take this drill sergeant thing a bit seriously don't you," Bruce questioned as he made it to his feet.
Outside Bruce and Steve Jogged through New York. Breathing in the car exhaust Bruce wondered if Steve was trying to help him or harm him. "Come on Bruce pick up the pace," Steve called from almost a block ahead. Steve stopped once he reached the doors to Stark Tower and waited for Bruce to trot there. "Good Job Solider" Steve gave Bruce a hard pat on the back knocking the wind out of him for a second. "Thanks" he coughed, "I think I'm due for a shower, ill talk to you late."
Bruce made his way up to his apartment. Lifting his arms was the most painful thing he had experienced in a long time. The keyhole felt so much higher up than normal. Once inside Bruce looked around. As much as he loved his apartment it didn't really feel like his. Walking through the small hallway that lead to the open floor of the kitchen and living room Bruce doubled back when he saw Tony sitting on his couch. "How was your work out," Tony asked with a cocky smile," I assume Cap took great care of you?" Shooting daggers at Tony Bruce walked towards his bedroom. "What did you have to say to get Steve to do that," spat Bruce as he ripped of the soiled white shirt. Going to the hall closet he grabbed a towel. He caught a glimpse of Tony in the Living room, from what it seemed he was almost leaning as if to see Bruce. "Well seeing as this is your building I won't ask you to leave but I'm taking a shower," Bruce called from the Bedroom," Then sleeping so if you really need me. Don't." Bruce entered the shower and let the warmth sooth his aching muscles.
