The minute Bruce stepped foot into "The White Swallow" he was engulfed by a flourish of feathers, sequins, glitter, and rainbows. Especially rainbows. Tara and Sara were his favorite queens out of the whole bunch. Drag queens to be exact. He just thought they were so elegant and demure, unlike the girls he actually met in real life. When Tara saw the state the Bruce was in, she screamed.

"Oh! Oh my dear Brucey! You have to stop getting yourself hurt! You know that it grates on Tara's nerves." Sara said calmly as he, er she, pushed Bruce into a pink, fur lined couch. Bruce just shrugged and smile at her. He loved her. Like a sister of course. She was twice his age and was into older, and hairier, men. Tara rushed over to Bruce with a first aid kit. Bruce noticed that she was trying not to trip over her own heals.

"Brucey! Brucey, I'm coming to save your life!" exclaimed Tara breathlessly. Bruce reached out to steady her when she got close.

"Tara. I'm fine. Look. It's already healing. It's fine. Calm down." Bruce consoled her expertly because he had done it so many times before.

"I guess I just forget sometimes, Brucey." Sighed Tara as she plopped herself on the couch next to him. She then looked at him with concern. "What happened sweetie."

"Well," Bruce started. "I was riding my bike home and I crashed and the bike got all messed up. But this guy came over to help me."

"Guy?" interrupted Sara as if Bruce had already told her how hot he was.

"Was he super-duper cute?" probed Tara winking.

"I mean, he's, well…. He's…. Well we go to the same school and he didn't even remember me and I guess he's cute, but in school his personality is a little off and I don't think I should like him because I don't know about his morals and…." Bruce took a deep breath to calm him. "Anyways, he offered me a lift and that is how I am with you guys at present." Sara and Tara exchanged knowing glances. Bruce shook his head and knew what they were going to say. All of the sudden, the owner of the club walked in.

"Alright ladies! Listen up! It's almost opening time and I want all of you in your finest! Don't disappoint me know!" He smiled warmly at all of his girls. When he saw Bruce, it seemed like his smile grew even more.

"Bruce! Darling. How are you?" Bruce just shrugged again.

"I'm alright, Steve. I just felt like I needed to come and find a little solace here. Oh. And here's the $15 dollars for the door charge." Bruce said, smiling and pulling out his money. Steve Rogers was the very suave, very gay manager of "The White Swallow". He had perfect blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a body to beat all bodies. He dressed in 1940's style clothes, so he looked clean and dirty at the same time. On top of all that, he was an excellent pole dancer. Steve was always trying to get Bruce into the shows, but Bruce didn't really want to.

"Oh no, babe. Your stay is on the house tonight. Veronica informed me about the bad shape you were in when you entered. Just sit back and relax." Steve put both of his hands on Bruce's chest and pushed back slowly. Bruce had to admit, Steve was very attractive. "Oh, and Bruce? My offer is still on the table for you to join in the show. I think you would be great." Steve winked and then strutted away. Bruce sighed. This was going to be a fun night.

The next morning, Bruce woke on his own dreary and small bed and sighed. He hated his room and his house and his family for that matter. They didn't care about him as well as not caring for him. They excluded him because of his issues, and Bruce only stayed there because he had nowhere else to go. He rolled over and looked at the clock and sighed. He had to get ready for school.

Bruce had to take the bus today because of his broken bike. The broken bike made him smile because of Tony. Then he frowned because he bet that Tony was just being nice because he felt bad. The bus ride was almost too much for Bruce to take, but he kept his cool and managed to freak out.

Once Bruce was at school, he started the old, dreary routine. He was a genius so he passed all of his classes with ease. All he cared about was the after school time when he could use to lab for himself because the teacher let him. Bruce resolved he would not try and talk to Tony, unless, of course, Tony talked to him first, which wasn't likely.

A/N: This is just part one for today! I PROMISE I will post another chapter today…. This one was just to show what Bruce is like. Sorry about the lack of Tony. There will be more in the next chapter.

I just really wanted to incorporate Steve into my story, so he turned out kinda OOC. But, I mean, maybe that's what Steve would be like as a flamboyantly gay male. Who knows :D

Don't kill me for my lack of smexyness! Next chapter will have the starts! I promise!

BTW! I don't own any of the Avengers! But I like to look at them… . .

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