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[starkingenuity]

When a guy had been missing for as long as Banner had been, Tony didn’t bother to ask any questions when mild mannered physicist with anger issues waltzed back into his life. Things with Pepper had gone down hill again pretty quickly. Peter Parker decided he wanted to just be a kid with super powers and a part time, after school crime fighting job. Rogers was in exile with half of the Avengers. Rhodey’s walking support system kept him active in the military. Romanoff was having fun being a spy or breaking the hearts of other scientists the world over and driving them away from their best friends. Thor-- Who knew. Vision was still around but mopey and so un-JARVIS sometimes that it hurt to be around him.

Which left DUM-E and DUM-E-er (affectionately known to most as Happy Hogan). And sure. They were great. And FRIDAY was great too now that Tony made sure she could never take over the world like Ultron had or get a physical body like the artist formerly known as JARVIS had. But as great as they were, they weren’t Banner.

Since his move into HQ, Tony had done some design work with Maria Hill. His workshop was bad-ass, all chrome and glass, and the sound system was killer. He’d been listening to some hardcore metal as he worked on repairing a shield he half-hoped and half-dreaded Rogers would decide to pick back up again when the shadow beyond the glass door made him look up over the safety glasses FRIDAY made him wear before she allowed the torch in his hand to light.

“Music off,” he said, tongue dry in his mouth. He clicked the torch off too. “Wow. Are you ever late,” he called.

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[starkingenuity]

“Is this your way of telling me to leave? I was just about to get some cookies.” He wasn’t kidding either and wriggled his toes in his socks as if he was planning on springing up. “I like having a bed to eat cookies in. I hate crumbs in the sheets.”

Also not joking there either, though his smile faded a little.

“One moment you were there and then you werent. So you are going to have to forgive me if I don’t exsctly belief that you won’t disappear again.” He did remove his feet from the bed through and pushed lightly on the armrests of the chair. He wanted Bruce to tell him to stay, but he’d leave if he had to.

[aggravated]

"You're not eating cookies in my bed to spare your bed crumbs." Bruce managed a small but real smile because it was just such a very Tony Stark thing to do. He watched Tony get up, slowly, and knew what the other was trying to do when spoken with those words, and so he debated within him. Did he want Tony to stay? Did Tony want to stay that badly?

After a moment or two, Bruce let out a breath and patted the bed. "Go get into some pajamas and come back." He went to make himself more comfortable, but he also assumed it would actually give Tony a chance to back out because the notionw as so ridiculous. Not that he would care, but... no one would want to share a bed with him.