Teenager Post #35016 ~ Person: "I can hear your music." Me: "You're welcome."
Bruce opened his eyes to find Tony peering down at him.
"Hey bud. You ok?"
Bruce groaned in response.
"Great!" Tony tossed some pants at him. "I'm adding super stretchy pants to the to do list. I think Romanoff's ogling."
They didn't tell him right away what happened during the Code Green rehearsal. But from everyone's expressions he felt safe to assume they were gonna have a whole bunch more paperwork this time, and Tony requires direct supervision when he signs it. They settled on the quinjet, and he wrapped himself like a burrito in a shock blanket, playing a song by Maria Callas on his phone.
"Bruce," came Tony's call from the pilot seat. "Thank you for making us all feel like we're at the Met."
Maybe it was because he was tired. Maybe because he was hungry. Maybe because he was hangry. Or maybe because he just wanted to show Tony how it feels to work in the lab with him, he unapologetically said, "You're welcome." He cranked the volume up just a little more.
The next day, Bruce found no less than ten noise cancelling headphones from Tony on his lab bench, with the note, "Spare us."
He took the Beats.