He didn't consider the tower his home. It was too immaculate, too impersonal to ever be considered a true home. But, home was here in this tower because wherever Tony and Peter were, was where he called home.
He had been gone for a little over two months, and still the achy feeling in his chest hadn't gone away. Steve and Tony both had relentlessly called him in the short amount of time he had been gone, both pleading for forgiveness to the point to where Bruce wanted to beat his head repeatedly against an adamantium wall.
So, he sent off to visit an old friend even when being away from the one thing he lived for tugged at his heart so strongly. But, it was over and he was home.
It was four in the morning when the elevator came to a smooth stop, door sliding open to allow him into the penthouse of the tower.
He sighed, and inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of coffee, steel and the ever present hint of motor oil.
As he made his way down the hallway his heart started to race. It was nothing dangerous, but it was enough to make his stomach clench. It had been a while since he had seen Peter. And, he was extremely excited and nervous.
He pushed the door open lightly and peered into the room. It was completely black expect for the dim blue glow from Peters arc reactor night light. He could barely make out his son was laying on his side in bed, with his face snuggled into his Hulk pillow.
He quietly stepped inside, making sure to shut the door with as little noise as possible before setting his bag down and then searching for his pajama pants.
As he slid under the Thor themed cotton sheets, the cool slide on his skin made him realize just how much he missed his and Tonys bed that was just down the hall. He shifted to lay on his side, front facing Peters back. He tried hard not to wake his son but, knew he had been unsuccessful when a whine came from Peters throat.
"Daddy?" Peter grumbled, eyes still closed as he lulled his head as if to look behind him.
"Hey baby" Bruce whispered, running his knuckles down the boys cheek.
Peter hummed in response and looked as if he had fallen back asleep before his eyes snapped open.
"Dad?!" He asked more frantically, rolling over to truly see his father.
"Hey." Bruce laughed.
"You're home." Peter whimpered as Bruce cupped his face with both his hands.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm home baby." He whispered, kissing his sons cheek.
When he looked down he was shocked to see tears spilling down his boys face.
"Shh, shh, shh..." Bruce cooed, wiping away tears with his thumbs. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." Peter sobbed. "I just missed you."
"Oh baby..." Bruce groaned, pulling Peter into his chest. "I missed you too. So so much. But, I'm here now and I'm not leaving."
"I love you." Peter whispered into his dad chest. Clutching at his shirt and screwing his eyes shut as more tears threatened to spill.
"I love you too, baby boy. I love you too."