Sorry if any mistakes. Haven't completely checked.

"You think saying things like that is going to change everything, but you're wrong." Bruce sighed, before turning back to the stove and turning it off. He could feel and hear Tony walk back up behind him.

"Look, Bruce, I don't think this is something I can fix with a flashy grin and a few sugar coated words."

Bruce snorted without feeling any kind of amusement. Folding his arms tightly to his chest he turned to lean back against the stove. "Your words are going to have to be sugar coated, chocolate slathered, caramel dripping, cavity inducing, and completely and utterly sincere, Tony."

Tony sighed. "I know."

"No you don't know." Bruce snapped. "You'll never know or understand. You didn't just take my husband away from me, and my home, but my friendship with Steve. Steve! The only other person to treat me like a person the first time I met him, other than you!" Bruce shouted.

"None of this is Steve's fault."

"No, you're absolutely right, it's all yours. You are completely to blame, Tony Stark, and I- I don't even know what to do or how to feel about any of it anymore. All I know, is that I'm tired. I'm so tired." Bruce's voice began to crack, and his eyes water.

Tony blew out a shuddering breath, Bruce looked to torn, so heartbroken and he hated that he was the one to cause that pain. He hated himself more than ever before. He put that look in Bruce's eyes even after he promised he never would.

They were silent from a time before Peter came skipping back into the room. The grin he was sporting dropping immediately as his big brown eyes flicked between both his dads. "Are-are you fighting again?"

Neither Bruce or Tony answered fast enough because Peter began to quickly babble and blame himself. "Is it cause of me? Did I do something? Daddy, sorry bout singing the song, I won't sing it again, just please don't fight. Don't want you to fight. Please," Big tears began to run down the boys cheeks, but he was swiftly swept up into his dads arms and crushed tightly to his chest.

"Shh, Peter, no baby. It's not your fault." Tony whispered into his little boys ear as he carded his fingers through the tangled brown mess atop his head. "Shh, I'm sorry. Daddy and I are sorry. We didn't mean to scare you, honey."

Bruce didn't move from his place by the stove. His eyes burning even more so, as he watched the man he loved hold his son tightly to his chest and rock him, successfully slowly Peter's sobs. "Sorry, I got your shirt wet." Peter eventually mumbled into Tony's shoulder, whipping his nose on the shirt even more so.

"Its okay, baby." Tony chuckled.

"Where are you going?"

Bruce was just putting on his coat when Tony looked up from his and Peter's game of who could build the tallest tower of Lego's.

"Out." Bruce mumbled shortly.

"Daddy can I go with you?" Peter asked excitedly. "Look at my tower, I'm beating dad!"

"It's great, buddy." Bruce smiled walking over to his son, and kissing his head. "And, no daddy's got to go to this alone. Besides, it's boring adult stuff."

Peter hummed as he continued to build. his attention to the subject already gone. Bruce looked over to Tony, to see the billionaires eyebrow quirked at him.

Bruce rolled his eyes. "I'm going to dinner with, Steve." Tony visibly tensed. "To talk, Tony." He began to walk back to the elevator.

"Well, obviously to talk," Tony followed him. "What else does one do at dinner with another man? Certainly nothing else, I mean you wouldn't do anything else."

"Ya know," Bruce spun around suddenly, causing Tony stumble. "you sound sort of jealous, and maybe even a bit nervous that it might be more than talking."

"Me?" Tony scoffed. "Jealous and nervous? No, no way."

Bruce hummed before turning around and walking into the elevator. "Maybe, you should be." He called as the doors closed.