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May. 25th, 2013 11:40 amWho: Bruce Banner & Pepper Potts
Where: Stark Tower
Summary: Bruce has frustrated Tony to no end and he finally gets a restful nap... unfortunately he's too skittish for it to stay restful.
Warnings: None?
He'd been in Turkey when he got the call from Tony. Of course Tony didn't care about time differences so his post-lunch call had come at 2 in the morning for Bruce. But he'd gathered his things, left medicines and instructions for the people he'd been treating, and been on a train by dawn. One train followed by another and another. Layovers were frequent but it was better than flying. Days of hard travel and he'd barely slept, worried about what a nightmare might do when he was on a train with so many other people. It wasn't safe. So it had been nothing but catnaps all the way to Lisbon.
The flight from Lisbon to New York had been 8 hours of high stress on top of all of it. He was haggard and exhausted by the time he got there. But he'd gone straight to the tower, straight to Tony as requested. The strange friendship between them and the driving curiosity for the other man's science the only thing keeping him going. Only to be shoved into a chair while Tony regaled him with "no this is a really great story, you'll love it".
Apparently when the tale began a second time Bruce had started snoring at some point. The fact that he was comfortable enough with the man to let himself sleep next to him should have said something, been flattering in some way. It implied a level of trust that Bruce had not shown to another person in more years than he cared to count. Tony, unsurprisingly, didn't see that. He was annoyed and childish when he felt ignored or neglected which this was certainly a case of. So he left Bruce to nap in that chair, a nap that would undoubtedly leave him with a kink in his neck and a number of aches in his body. That he would also wake with gold glittery nail polish (stolen from Happy's office who had confiscated it from one of the secretaries on account of the fumes) well... that wasn't terribly surprising either.
Where: Stark Tower
Summary: Bruce has frustrated Tony to no end and he finally gets a restful nap... unfortunately he's too skittish for it to stay restful.
Warnings: None?
He'd been in Turkey when he got the call from Tony. Of course Tony didn't care about time differences so his post-lunch call had come at 2 in the morning for Bruce. But he'd gathered his things, left medicines and instructions for the people he'd been treating, and been on a train by dawn. One train followed by another and another. Layovers were frequent but it was better than flying. Days of hard travel and he'd barely slept, worried about what a nightmare might do when he was on a train with so many other people. It wasn't safe. So it had been nothing but catnaps all the way to Lisbon.
The flight from Lisbon to New York had been 8 hours of high stress on top of all of it. He was haggard and exhausted by the time he got there. But he'd gone straight to the tower, straight to Tony as requested. The strange friendship between them and the driving curiosity for the other man's science the only thing keeping him going. Only to be shoved into a chair while Tony regaled him with "no this is a really great story, you'll love it".
Apparently when the tale began a second time Bruce had started snoring at some point. The fact that he was comfortable enough with the man to let himself sleep next to him should have said something, been flattering in some way. It implied a level of trust that Bruce had not shown to another person in more years than he cared to count. Tony, unsurprisingly, didn't see that. He was annoyed and childish when he felt ignored or neglected which this was certainly a case of. So he left Bruce to nap in that chair, a nap that would undoubtedly leave him with a kink in his neck and a number of aches in his body. That he would also wake with gold glittery nail polish (stolen from Happy's office who had confiscated it from one of the secretaries on account of the fumes) well... that wasn't terribly surprising either.
