+ gadgeteerphilanthropist found your hiding place

wannagobacktoindia:

Bruce just sighed, but the smile was still on his lips. He really had wanted to go back, but his thoughts had kept him here, away from the tower, away from the new ‘friends’ he had made. Bruce knew he was still dangerous and sure he could control himself a lot better now, but he was still afraid to hurt someone he liked.

The contact made him flinch, but he didn’t shrug Tony’s arm off of him “I guess” he chuckled dryly “I really don’t know how Jarvis is putting up with you or Mrs. Potts for that matter”

He just rolled his eyes at the ruffling, trying to make his hair right again, only to come out worse, so he left it alone “I’m right on it! Geez, so impatient” he muttered, freeing his arm from Tony to pack up his stuff.

Bruce only had a few books, the handy that Tony had left him with and of course his toothbrush. The only other thing he packed up were a pair of pants that he had left “All set” he smiled, standing up again, the bag in his hand.

“Miss Potts and Jarvis both have extensive practice in dealing with my utter bullshit,” Tony replied, cheerfully earnest as he said it.  “I have to keep them all on their toes, or else they might get lazy.”

So this was working?  …This was working!  Bruce was coming back with him.  Okay.  Good.  Yes.  It had taken long enough to pinpoint him and find this dusty hidey-hole, he better be coming back with Tony.

He quirked one eyebrow when Bruce packed and somehow managed to fit everything in one bag.  Tony clicked his tongue once in disapproval, and once again looped his arm around Bruce’s shoulders to tow him back outside and towards the car.

“Bruce, buddy, we have seriously got to take you shopping at some point.”

+ Give my character unwanted advice

iamthefirechild:

Summer snorted a laugh. “I guess I’ll just ask Jarvis to tell me where it is after dinner.”

Tony slumped down into the passenger seat and offered her a feigned laugh.  “You’re no fun.  It’s on the bar where I usually drop my keys if I don’t put them away.”

iamthefirechild:

She gave him a sceptical glance. “Because you say you love me /so/ much. If it turns out you’re dying or some such thing, I’m going to resurrect you just to kill you again for it.”

He rolled his eyes and finished the doughnut.  “I’m not dying.  I’ll be sure not to say anything from now on,” he replied, his tone partially kidding.

+ gadgeteerphilanthropist entered the diner

annedrewnotandrew:

“God, that’s gotta be amazing,” she replied with a dreamy sigh before getting back (well, just for a moment) on task. “Decaf or regular?” she asked as she walked behind the counter and picked the pot he specified. As she walked back to him and poured the coffee she answered his question. “You see, the thing is, I’m really very good at being bad at my job. Well, that and Abby’s pretty good at watching my back for me if I have a good enough excuse, which I usually do, being an actress and all,” she shrugged before continuing. ” So, would you like anything else? Our pancakes are kind of to die for.”

“Regular,” Tony replied, and the continued on with the conversation at hand.  “Occasionally amazing, sometimes funny as hell, often times just kind of confusing or irritating.”  He noted the name of her friend, but didn’t comment on it.  After all, plenty of girls had the name Abby; not every instance of the name had to be Miss Logan.  “A budding actress?  What sort of work have you done?” he wondered.  “And I suppose I’ll have to go with the pancakes, if they’re really to die for.”