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The scientist watches the young man's comatose form with tired brown eyes, absentmindedly tugging his sleeves up farther from his elbow as he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. Around him the sterile white walls feel far too close together and the man contemplates getting up from his seat to take a break from the slightly stressful environment. However, he doesn't do much more than contemplate leaving simply because he knew if the stranger was left alone he'd be gone before he could arrive back…and that was a risk he wasn't willing to take at the moment. A few more minutes pass before a light knock on the doorframe diverts the scientist's attention away from the patient, his eyes resting heavily on the brunette standing in the doorway.
"Tony…" Bruce says warningly, the stress in his voice obvious to the other man. In response, Tony raises his hands up in front of his chest with palms facing Bruce. The gesture was one of peace, although a rather sarcastic one when it came from the billionaire. There's a short moment when the two men share a long stare, Bruce's eyes much more wary than the questioning gaze on Tony's face is.
"I just came down to check on the Midget." A smile tugs up the corners of Bruce's lips at the nickname Tony had given their 'guest' and with a small roll of his eyes as pats the empty chair beside him. Truthfully, Bruce knows there was another reason the other man had bothered journeying to the hospital when he could be back in the lab; he was worried about the Other Guy. He doesn't have a chance to call Tony out on that though, because the playboy was already opening his mouth to speak.
"You don't need to act as the kid's personal guard all night; he'll be fine by himself for awhile," Tony says, his eyes land briefly on the Harry's limp body, taking in the tubes and restraints attached to him with slightly narrowed-eyes. For a moment, he questions if he even believes his own words, the very same ones he was feeding Bruce; Tony doesn't think he does. Bruce doesn't seem entirely convinced either, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he avoids looking directly at Tony.
"I don't have any other choice; you know that." Oh, Tony definitely knows. That didn't mean he had to like the almost motherly instinct that had taken over Bruce the minute they had come across the barely breathing man in the lab. He understood though; he knew about Bruce's past with scientists who were far too curious and cold, and he knew Bruce wouldn't let anyone get their hands on the young man that had been able to bring himself back to life; even Shield.
"Yeah…I know." A small sigh escapes Bruce's mouth, his head tilting slightly as he glances at Tony out of the corner of his eye. Tony pretends to ignore the look, acting as if his attention was still on the nameless man lying in bed. It was odd to have Tony act so silent around him, and Bruce honestly couldn't understand what would make him act so reserved when it was only the two of them. He accepts the silence though, knowing neither of them was really in any mood to talk. The silence lasts for a moment as the two men sit in comfortable silence together. After what felt like a few hours to Tony, the previously unconscious man stirs slightly, his fingers twitching as his eyes visibly move beneath his eyelids.
"He's waking up…" Bruce's voice holds hints of excitement, and he gets up from his seat to cautiously walk over to the side of the bed. Although he couldn't see it, a dark figure stood beside him with its hands grasping onto Harry's gently. Death, which had been there the whole time, turns its head slightly to acknowledge Bruce with a small amount of resentment. Neither Tony nor Bruce actually saw the figure though and had no idea there was anything else in the room, the only hint being a subtle drop in temperature.
Harry's eyes slowly flutter open, wincing slightly when the fluorescent lighting above him renders him blind for a moment. He lays there for a moment trying to figure out where he was, turning his head to the side a fraction to glance over at Death with wide-eyes. The man can't speak and he finally notices the tube down his throat, choking around the plastic when he tries parting his lips to form words. When a pair of hands begin to gentle push him further into the bed, Harry realizes Death wasn't the only figure in the room and finds himself unable to resist the temptation to just fall back asleep. And as he did when it came to most temptations these days, Harry succumbed to it fully without a second thought.
"I'm impressed he was even able to wake up at all," Tony comments, watching both Bruce and Harry with mild caution. Bruce nods his head in agreement, watching the younger man's face for any signs that he would be waking up any time soon. Beside him, Death rests his fingers over Harry's mouth lightly to keep him from making a noise are awakening once more, not ready to face his Master's anger when he would eventually wake up for good. It waits a few more seconds before disappearing silently, leaving rush of cold air in the room. Bruce opens his mouth to say something but grows silent, staring past Tony to the figure standing in the doorway.
"Director Fury…"
"I believe you have some explaining to do, Banner."
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