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To Tony's distaste, he had been strictly forbidden to leave the hospital until his doctor felt that he was well enough. The days following Tony's awakening were filled with tests that Steve barely knew the meaning to any, like MRI and EKG's...he was well aware that Tony did not like needles either, so came another mishap where Natasha was forced to hold Tony down after the 2nd vial of blood drawn had driven him to a "tantrum".

And then after 4 days of Tony sleeping, complaining, almost completely avoiding Steve and turning his wrath on a bewildered Natasha, Dr. Reynolds finally, finally, cleared Tony to go home. Steve just hoped that Tony would listen to the doctor and actually rest.

For Steve, taking Tony home was both an event of relief and stress. He was relieved to finally have his husband home (because he hated that damn hospital), but stressed because, well... Tony was Tony. And he knew he wouldn't want to adhere to the doctor's orders of rest for the next several days.

"Tony," he said as they headed into the house, with the billionaire limping in and Steve carrying his bag of things from the hospital. "You know you've got to-"

"Take it easy, I know," Tony rolled his eyes and headed into the main room. "Sweet Jesus, I have missed my house. JARVIS, have you missed me?"

"Of course, sir."

"Hear that? Missed me," he shot a grin to Steve, though it turned to a grimace as he slowed his pace. "Okay, I think I-"

"My friends!" The booming voice startled both men.

"It is good to see you again!" Thor boomed, a grin on his face. He then looked to Tony. "I hear you have lost your memory. It deeply saddens me to hear this, but I assure you that we were- are- great friends."

"We are, huh? Um, lemme guess, you're...Thor?" Tony guessed, and then let out a gasp as he was suddenly wrapped in Thor's freakishly large and strong arms. "O-okay...ow..."

"Uh, Thor, big guy, Tony's ribs aren't exactly in tip top shape," Steve told the Asgardian quickly, hoping he hadn't accidentally broken his ribs even more.

"My apologies," Thor released Tony and for a moment the man swayed and Thor reached out a hand to catch him, but Tony waved it away and retreated to the couch.

"Any other surprises for me?" Tony asked, holding an arm to his torso.

Steve followed Tony to the couch, watching to make sure he didn't need help with anything. "Well, Bruce is probably here. I suggest you don't make him angry." He paused there as he put the bag he was carrying on the floor, "If you do, he'll turn into- as you put it- a giant green rage monster. Literally."

Toby blinked. "Right."

"Yeah. It's not pretty."

"I can imagine."

With that,Tony looked back at Thor, who seemed to be looking continuously at the kitchen. "I hear you're from a different planet, Thor."

Thor nodded. "You've been there once before, soon after our encounter with my brother, Loki. My father Odin congratulated us for displaying bravery and excellent warrior skills towards evil. If I remember correctly, you were...intrigued by it."

The genius contemplated this for a minute, trying to rummage through his brain for any sort of thread of a memory. "God, I really wish I remembered. You'll have to tell me all about later. Now, where's this Bruce guy? I want to meet him...again. You say he's a scientist/physicist?" he asked, and then added teasingly, "Finally, someone who can understand me."

"Nat said that Bruce has pretty much holed himself in his room. He doesn't handle stressful situations very well, so he tries to avoid it," Steve shrugged and then looked towards Thor, who was nodding.

"Yes, Banner has kept to himself as of late. Not even I could coax him from his room last night, and he usually accepts my offer of watching those Midgardian action movies," Thor said with a shrug. He then stood and headed for the kitchen, saying something about a sandwich before adding, "I do hope your memory returns, my friend! I quite like your ways of humor."

"Well, at least my humor hadn't changed," Tony said lightly. "I want to meet this Bruce dude soon, too. He sounds tense."

"Your knack for loosening up people hasn't changed, either," Steve commented, glad that things were going easily so far. While waiting for when the doctor agreed to discharge Tony from the hospital, he'd been worried about how Tony would deal with coming home. He'd had no idea if Tony would lash out, or retreat to be alone to recover instead of accept his teammates help, as the superhero had grown fairly accustomed to. Then again, Tony hasn't been alone with his thoughts yet.

Bruce just happened to walk into the room then, seeming to be on his way to the kitchen. He paused when he saw the others in the living room and he seemed a bit surprised for just a moment. "Uh, hey."

"You're Bruce?" Tony's eyebrows rose and he started to stand, but a sharp pain in his ribs had him halting the movement. Yeah, standing didn't seem too fun right now, he figured.

"I- um, yes, Tony, I," Bruce waved a little at his friend. "I'm Bruce."

"What's that you said about him turning into the jolly green monster?" Tony raised an eyebrow at Steve.

"Ah, you heard about the other guy, huh?" for the first time in what he thought to be days, Bruce smiled. Knowing Tony was recovering at a steady pace was reassuring to his edgy nerves that was making the man so distressed as of late.

Steve shrugged. "Well when he gets mad he sort of just," he paused and waved his hands, "gets really mad and-"

"Hulks out?" Bruce finished.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it's not pretty," Bruce shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "I still feel bad about the time I smashed your Audi..."

Tony's head snapped up. "The Audi?! What did you do to my car?"

"Well..." he sort of laughed and gave a shrug. "Whoops?"

Tony laughed and lay back on the couch, and it was then he realized how tired he was and how his body ached. Not that he'd admit that to anyone in the room.

Steve must've caught on, though, because he asked Bruce to help Thor make dinner for tonight in the main kitchen down a few floors of the tower. Tony was secretly grateful, but that didn't stop him from complaining about Steve being a party pooper.

"Rest well, friend," Thor said to him, his eyes sincere, "and we will prepare a feast for our team to have a long awaited reunion!"

"Thor, you've only been gone at Asgard for 3 weeks." Bruce told him, but he was smiling.

"That's a long time in Asgard..."

The two were still at it with time differences as Steve ushered them out of the room. Tony sighed in relief as the door shut and he was welcomed by blissful quiet. He should get home soon, to the mansion. What projects had he left behind? Oh God, his projects. He'd have to start everything that he might be almost finished with from scratch because he couldn't even know what he was working on! He felt ansty just thinking about it. Plus, the mansion was still a mess from the fight with Rhodey. He grimaced.

"Do you need something?" his "husband" asked. It still felt weird to think of him like that. Wrong. Okay, not wrong, but still weird.

Steve waited for a moment as he waited for an answer from Tony, and when the man didn't answer, he sat down on the arm of the couch. "Just let me know if you do, okay? I can-"

"CLINT!"

The sound of Natasha's voice and heels clicking on the floor echoed through the tower.

"How many times have I told you: DO NOT SHOOT ARROWS IN THE HOUSE!"

A sound of a crash followed, a few curse words and then, "Aw, Tasha!"

Steve laughed. "That's a pretty regular thing around here."

Tony grinned. "I could get used to it. God knows I have plenty of pranks to lay around here."