"What do you want, Tony?" Bruce sighed as he walked into the living room, leaving Tony to come in and shut the door behind him.
"I wanted to talk to you.." Tony said nervously.
"Dad!" Peter screeched running to his father.
"Hi buddy!" Tony beamed, squatting down to his son, and kissing him on the forehead. "You been good for daddy?"
"Mhm, why are you wet?" Peter asked, patting his dad's dark, wet hair.
"It's raining outside, little man."
"Really!?"
"Yeah, why don't you go see while your dad and I talk, kay?"
"Okay!"
"Kay." Tony kissed his son. "I love you." He said patting his sons butt as he ran to the back door.
"Why are you here, Tony?" Bruce crossed his arms, trying to hide the fact that Tony had melted his heart a bit with his interaction with their son.
"Because, Bruce." Tony said as stood up and walked closer to the love of his life. "I love you, and I know I made a mistake. I was selfish and oblivious to your feelings and I personally destroyed our marriage for absolutely no reason."
"See, I would believe that if it was only a one time deal. I take the fault for pushing you away and not communicating with you, but you continued to sleep with him after I left. He moved into our room only a few days after I was gone."
"How do you-"
"Natasha."
"Right." Tony sighed, running his hair through his hair. "Well, will you at least move back into the Tower?"
"What? Tony, no, I'm not just gonna move back in with you because you come over to my house soaking wet, with those big glassy, puppy dogs eyes, apologizing, being an amazing father, and… telling me… you love me..." Bruce's voice became weaker as he spoke. He swallowed hard, he was falling into Tony again. He could feel it.
"Bruce," Tony whispered, closing the distance between them.
Bruce being one to pride himself on self-control, lost all the control when Tony gave him that look of pure love. He surged forward and kissed Tony. More with teeth and tongue at first, both trying to eat the others face off. Gripping and clawing. It continued for a few minutes longer before Bruce was quickly pulling away and backing up. "No, no, no. I'm not giving into you. You broke my heart, and tore me out of your life without a single feeling of remorse until Steve left you." Bruce sobbed, tears free falling down his face.
"Baby, that's not-"
"Do not call me that." Bruce snapped. "I think you should leave, Tony."
"I can't." Tony whimpered, as he too began to cry. "You're everything to me. You're my husband, the father of my child. I don't want to lose you."
"You should have thought of that before you let him fuck you." Bruce snapped, but immediately wanting to take it back when Tony's lip began to tremble. No matter how mad he was at Tony, he loved him and never wanted to hurt him.
Tony inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to gather as much oxygen as possible into his lungs. But, it didn't help, he broke down into ugly sobs, covering his face with his hands.
"Dad?" Peter's little voice came from the hallway. "Why are you crying?"
Tony turned his head to look at his son, but there was a hand pulling him back to look forward. "He's okay, baby." Bruce said wiping Tony's tears away with his thumbs. "Daddy'll take care of him. Why don't you go pick out a movie to watch, okay?"
"Kay." Peter said, before running to his room to get his dad's favorite Disney movie, Wall-E.
Tony and Bruce just stared into each other's eyes until Peter returned with his movie.