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FIC: HOW MANY SCIENTISTS DOES IT TAKE, Epilogue
Title: How Many Scientists Does it Take to Screw in the Stark Tower?
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bruce Banner
Rating: G, this part.
Word Count: 365
Status: EPILOGUE
Summary: Honestly, Bruce hadn't gone into this looking to form any lasting attachments - if he was honest with himself, he knew better.
Tony shoves Dummy's hand out of the way again.
"Stop. Stop trying to look at what I'm doing because every time you look you get in the way." Tony tells it, but not too sharply. It feels better to have Dummy moving at all again, after everything. Even if it's currently trying to see the repairs Tony is making as he does them. He feels almost the same way about doctors.
The padded fingers move again, twitching almost affectionately against Tony's shoulder, and Tony sighs exasperatedly.
"Seriously. Keep fidgeting. It's not like what I'm doing-"
A sudden eruption of sound - loud, human singing - from behind Tony distracts him and he turns fast enough to bang his head on Dummy. It's from the Sauna room. Again.
Tony is going to kill them for the impromptu duets. They don't hold their voices back at all, apparently pleased by the acoustics achieved when they go full tilt-
"Rabbit! Where'd you put the keys girl!"
-and why he ever thought two would be easier to live with than one he's not sure. Because they both know exactly what they can get away with (it's everything, Tony discovers) and even getting walked all over a little be like they do somehow makes him like them more. What can he say? It's a little sexy to have liberties taken - especially since they more than sometimes are taken with Tony's body.
He bangs on the sauna door, but the rattling of the frosted glass doesn't even make them hesitate -
"Rabbit! Where'd you put the keys girl!"
And how Bruce knew Tori Amos words - if those even were the words - he's not asking. It's just part of what makes him perfect.
"Stop!" Tony orders, largely ignored. "Stop. Those are not even words. They can't be the words because those words don't work in that order. Stop."
But even when he gives up trying to work on the same floor as that caterwauling and goes downstairs gingerly to take apart car engines - Stark 3 has been fussy since he crushed it - he tells Jarvis;
"Play the audio from the sauna room, Jarvis. Thirty percent volume."
END
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bruce Banner
Rating: G, this part.
Word Count: 365
Status: EPILOGUE
Summary: Honestly, Bruce hadn't gone into this looking to form any lasting attachments - if he was honest with himself, he knew better.
Tony shoves Dummy's hand out of the way again.
"Stop. Stop trying to look at what I'm doing because every time you look you get in the way." Tony tells it, but not too sharply. It feels better to have Dummy moving at all again, after everything. Even if it's currently trying to see the repairs Tony is making as he does them. He feels almost the same way about doctors.
The padded fingers move again, twitching almost affectionately against Tony's shoulder, and Tony sighs exasperatedly.
"Seriously. Keep fidgeting. It's not like what I'm doing-"
A sudden eruption of sound - loud, human singing - from behind Tony distracts him and he turns fast enough to bang his head on Dummy. It's from the Sauna room. Again.
Tony is going to kill them for the impromptu duets. They don't hold their voices back at all, apparently pleased by the acoustics achieved when they go full tilt-
"Rabbit! Where'd you put the keys girl!"
-and why he ever thought two would be easier to live with than one he's not sure. Because they both know exactly what they can get away with (it's everything, Tony discovers) and even getting walked all over a little be like they do somehow makes him like them more. What can he say? It's a little sexy to have liberties taken - especially since they more than sometimes are taken with Tony's body.
He bangs on the sauna door, but the rattling of the frosted glass doesn't even make them hesitate -
"Rabbit! Where'd you put the keys girl!"
And how Bruce knew Tori Amos words - if those even were the words - he's not asking. It's just part of what makes him perfect.
"Stop!" Tony orders, largely ignored. "Stop. Those are not even words. They can't be the words because those words don't work in that order. Stop."
But even when he gives up trying to work on the same floor as that caterwauling and goes downstairs gingerly to take apart car engines - Stark 3 has been fussy since he crushed it - he tells Jarvis;
"Play the audio from the sauna room, Jarvis. Thirty percent volume."
END