Okay so this chapter is slightly fluffy. Everyone loves a fluffy Bruce and Tony! :D So I do not own Marvel, and it's characters (you should know this by now).
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Chapter 5
Even though Bruce promised to stay up and watch Tony sleep, to make sure he was alright, sleep eventually over took him and he gave in.
Bruce stretched a little and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as the sun came through the floor length windows. He groans a little rubbing his forehead and looked down feeling Tony move. He looked down seeing a sleeping Tony, he smiled a little and gently ran his fingers through Tony's hair. Bruce just laid in bed with Tony, this was the longest time he's slept since the nightmares, he didn't want to wake him if he didn't have to. He looked so peaceful now. Bruce thought about getting up and making Tony breakfast but he was afraid he'd wake him. He turned his head slightly and looked at the alarm clock on the end table, it was already ten 'o' clock in the morning. He never stayed in bed this late, him nor Tony. Tony never stayed in bed this late, no matter how late he stayed up. Bruce just smiled down at and let him sleep.
Tony gently nuzzled in Bruce's chest wrapping his arms around his waist squeezing him gently. He sighed a little in his sleep and started to wake up looking out the windows into the morning light. Tony stayed quiet, he didn't move he didn't look up at Bruce at all, he was enjoying this moment, he didn't want to ruin it.
He frowned a little remembering the dreams he had last night, he remembered waking up screaming last night. He remembered crying himself to sleep, oh God I cried myself to sleep, he thought closing his eyes closed tightly. He can't remember the last time he had cried himself to sleep. He sighed a little internally calling himself names. He felt Bruce's fingers run through his hair and he automatically relaxed against him and smiled. Still, Tony nor Bruce said nothing into each other, just enjoyed the moment, enjoying the normalcy. Tony peeked an eye open looking out the widow with the bright sun pouring in, he wrapped his arms around Bruce and hummed quietly and nuzzled into his chest.
Bruce looked down at Tony realizing he was a wake and smiled, running a hand down your back, "Hey babe, how'd you sleep last night," Bruce asked a little worried realizing he fell asleep when he told Tony he wouldn't. Tony glanced up at him and his eyes went back to the widow, "after I cried myself to sleep I slept great," He mumbled against the scientist's chest. Bruce couldn't help but chuckle a little and gently squeezed Tony. "Well you must have slept really good, because it's ten o' clock in the morning," Bruce chuckled a little hearing Tony groan. After hearing the time Tony goes to sit up but Bruce's arms stopped him, "Hey I gotta get up baby," Tony complained being forced back down on Bruce's chest, "I can't lay around all morning." Bruce chuckled and held on to Tony tightly, "Yes you can, you're fine. You haven't slept this well in a very long time. And it's about time you did."
It was worth it, the two scientists just laid in bed for a few hours holding on to each other, whispering occasionally and gently caressing each other. Bruce rolled on his side and Tony had his face nuzzled into his chest, "I love you Tony, so much," Bruce whispered softly and smiled nuzzling Tony's hair. Tony opened his mouth to reply before he someone knocking at the door interrupted him. Tony started to get up but Bruce pushed him back, "Lay down, I'll get it." Bruce stood up and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt pulling them on, "just a sec," he called to the door before opening it and seeing Steve. "Hey Steve, what can I do for you," Bruce asked casually leaning on the door casing slightly. "Um, just wanted to talk to you for a moment Dr. Banner," Steve looked past Bruce seeing Tony laying in bed playing around on his tablet, "can I talk to you alone for a minute?" "Yeah of course," Bruce stepped out of his bed room and pulled the door closed and stood in front of it.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck a little and fidgeted, "The team and I are just a little concerned for Tony is all. I, well we, kind of woke up in the middle of the night last night hearing screaming coming from this floor." Bruce sighed a little know exactly what Steve was talking about. He pinched the bridge of his nose a little before looking Steve in the eyes, "Um, yeah. That would have been Tony. He," Bruce paused briefly. He wasn't sure how much the rest of the team knew and how much Tony wanted them to know, "he had another nightmare last night. I'm not sure what about. It must have been quite bad though, he doesn't do that often." Steve nodded a little, "Well, um the team just wanted me to check on you two, considering it's twelve thirty, and what was going on last night." Bruce nodded, "Thanks Steve, we appreciate it. Let me go see if Tony wants to get out of bed." Steve smiled a little and gave Bruce a small pat on the shoulder and headed for the kitchen.
Bruce went back into his room seeing Tony propped against the head-board playing with something on his tablet. He smiled walking to his bed and sat on the edge, "It's twelve thirty, we should probably let the team know that we're still alive huh." Tony looked up at Bruce and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly, "Do we have to. I like staying in bed with you," Tony smirked a little at him. Bruce grinned a little, "Yes we do have to, and yes I enjoy staying in bed with you too, but the team just sent Steve to make sure we were still in existence." Bruce smirked a little, "I'll make you some coffee and some breakfast if you get up." Tony raised an eyebrow at him, "Breakfast. At twelve thirty in the afternoon," Tony paused for a minute, "meh, why not." He finally pushed the blankets back and got out of bed pulling on some pants and a t-shirt.
Tony sat at the island in the kitchen drinking his coffee and reading the paper while Bruce cooked up some breakfast, when Clint sat next to Tony. "Hey there Dr. Banner, whatchya makin'," Clint asked rather excitedly. Bruce glanced over his shoulder at him and Tony looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "A couple omelets for Tony and I, maybe some bacon too," Bruce answered going back to the stove top. Tony peeked over the top of the news paper, "You never said anything about bacon," Tony grinned a little, "mm bacon."
Tony and Bruce sat at the island, with Clint's company, in silence. It was quiet. Way too quiet. Bruce ate his breakfast and drank his tea as he felt Clint's eyes burning into his face as he ate. Tony was eating but engrossed into the news paper to the point that it didn't matter who was around, he didn't care. Bruce glanced up looking at Clint, his brown eyes meeting Clint's blues. Bruce raised an eyebrow and mumbled quietly, "can I help you?" Clint nodded but said nothing, Bruce looked at Clint seriously, glanced at Tony then back at Clint. He nodded answering Bruce's unasked question. He sighed and stood up grabbing his plate and mug taking care of them. He walked by Tony and kissed the top of his head, "I'm gonna go do some blood tests alright babe?" Tony just nodded, silently acknowledging him.
He left the kitchen quietly and was silently followed by Clint and Natasha. Bruce turned around in the hall as soon as he knew Tony was out of ear shot and jumped a little seeing the little tag along, Natasha, "Alright, you two. What do you want." "You know Bruce," Clint crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him seriously. "Apparently I don't because I feel absolu...," Bruce paused and realized what they wanted, "Why can't you go talk to him huh?" Natasha decided to chime in, "Because, you're the only one he trusts with that kind of stuff about him Banner." "Bruce, come one, let us in on what's going on," Clint pleaded a little. Bruce was getting frustrated with being the middle man all the time. If they wanted to know something they should go talk to Tony, Bruce thought to himself. He took a few deep breaths, "Look seriously, if you guys have to know, go talk to him. Really. If you wanted you guys to really know, I think he would have no problem telling you," Bruce started to fidget a little. "Geez, chill out Banner. We're just being concerned," Clint reassured but Bruce was getting really agitated. Between people poking at him for information on his boyfriend all the time and the major lack of sleep, it was easy riling him up now. Bruce bit his lip a little and spoke through gritted teeth, "I know you're concerned, Clint. I've been approached by Steve too. Oh and I remember that morning, when you all decided to interrogate me then and appointed Steve head of the interrogation." "Bruce, it was nothing like that," Natasha reassured and took a step forward, reaching her hand out to comfort him. Bruce took at least two steps back to her one step forward. He needed to get out of here, away from them. "Then go talk to him yourself, alright?! I'm exhausted, frustrated, I wish I could fucking fix Tony's dreams, but I can't! I just can't alright! I'm fucking done being the middle man, I'm fucking done being the go to guy." Bruce had his hands clenched in fists, he had to get away from them, and it had to be now, or it wasn't going to be pretty.
Welp, I hope you enjoyed chapter five, I enjoyed writing it.
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