You: Why are you always the last one to submit something? I find that odd… But here it is:
Stranger: Tony leaned into it, practically purring. “Mm, you will be doing this often, I can tell you that right now.”
You: Bruce bit his lip, absolutely loving the fact that Tony was enjoying this so much. “You think you were a cat in a past life or something?” he joked.
Stranger: ((FYI, i actually do this, so I’m leaking a bit into Tony right now.)) “I have no idea, but I have to say you may put me to sleep if you keep doing that.” Tony let out a breathy sigh, still thoroughly enjoying his boyfriend and this bit of time they had together.
You: (Lol! My friend does it too, but she actually has like all the characteristics of a cat, so… And I’ve let myself leak into Bruce’s character a few times already, so yeah XD) Bruce stopped his ministrations, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on me, now.” he smirked.
Stranger: Tony moved himself into Bruce’s lap, grateful for the spacious booth. “Please don’t stop yet.” He looked up with puppy dog eyes and tried to hide his grin.
You: Bruce stared a Tony, pressing his lips together before letting out a breath he was holding. “Damn it. That’s not fair that you can make that face,” he muttered.
Stranger: Tony placed a quick, teasing peck on Bruce’s pouting lips, moving away before the other boy could deepen it. “Excuse me, you have that smirk, which is eternally less fair. I need some way to get you back.”
You: ”I didn’t even know I /could/ smirk, to be honest,” Bruce laughed. “I’ve never been comfortable enough around someone that I let something other than my nervousness show.”
Stranger: ”Yeah well, as far as everyone else knows, my face is permanently set in one, so there you go. Oh look food!” the waitress came and left without a word, her hair swishing behind her. Tony forot where he was, and started eating without noticing that he was still in Bruce’s lap.
You: ”Hey, Tony?”
Stranger: Tony turned around, sauce in the corner of his mouth. “MM?”
You: ”I hate to say it, but I need you to move if I don’t want my stomach to eat itself,” Bruce raised his eyebrows.
Stranger: Tony humphed in annoyance. “Fine, but you you owe me because I was perfectly comfortable you know.” He moved into his own seat none the less.
You: ”Hey, I would have let you stay, but you know,” Bruce shrugged. “I don’t want to starve.” He began eating.
Stranger: Tony just humphed again and turned back to his food. “You still owe me later. Deal with it.” Then he winked.
You: Bruce smiled at the wink; he was sure that it would always be one of his favorite things about Tony.
After the food was finished, Bruce sat back in the seat while they waited for the waitress to give them their bill.
Stranger: Tony immediately crawled back in his lap, head back on his shoulder, trying to nudge Bruce’s hand back to his hair.
You: Bruce chuckled softly, rolling his eyes and bringing his fingers to Tony’s hair again, threading them through it slowly. “You’re hopeless.”
Stranger: ”I’m fighting the urge to say something really cheesy right now, so I’m just going to say that this feels fantastic and more than makes up for me having to move.” Tony laughed, eyes closed and breath fanning out against Bruce’s neck, lips barely brushing the skin there.
You: Bruce let out a very soft groan, his own eyes closing for a moment as his fingers continually slid through Tony’s hair. “Good,” he managed to say.
Stranger: Tony pulled back a fraction, “You okay babe?” He looked slightly worried.
You: Bruce opened his eyes, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I’m technically still getting over some sore limbs and muscle bruises from the last time my mom got… well, overly drunk. They hurt every now and then at the worst times, it seems.” he chuckled a bit.
Stranger: Tony looked outraged, then looked contemplative for a second, then smiled brightly. “I’ve got an idea!” He moved so that only his legs were on Bruce’s, hanging off the end of the booth. Then he curled up into Bruce’s side, so his weight wasn’t on him as much. Finally, he put his head on Bruce’s chest and moved his hand back to his hair as he drew patterns on Bruce’s chest. “This work better?”
You: Bruce smiled, pressing his face to Tony’s hair. “This works great,” he said as he began brushing his hand in Tony’s hair once again.
Stranger: Tony smirked, closing his eyes again. “Problem solver, right here.”
You: ”By the way,” Bruce said. “Don’t be too concerned over my mom. I saw the look on your face. It rarely happens that she does that kind of stuff.”
Stranger: Tony opened one eye and gave him a look. “Won’t stop me from keeping you as much as physically possible.”
You: ”I know,” Bruce smiled. “And I want you to.” He nodded his thanks to the waitress as she gave them the bill, watching as Tony pulled out his wallet.
Stranger: He placed his platinum card in the little black folder, putting down a $40 tip, almost as much as their meals had been. “Might as well make her like us, I plan on coming back here often.”
You: Bruce laughed, “Suck up to a waitress. I like it.” he kept his mouth shut as the waitress came back and went to take care of the card, then came back with it in hand. “Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your meals, come again soon.” she said, her eyes widening when she saw the tip. She walked away and Bruce snorted. “The look on her face…”
Stranger: ”Was totally worth 40 bucks. Now lets go, wouldn’t want you to be late for yoga.” Tony laughed, crawling over Bruce to slide out of the booth.
You: ”Oh, God…” Bruce groaned in frustration. “That class is so boring. I really wish I had taken rock climbing.”
Stranger: Tony chuckled, and grabbed Bruce’s hand. “Are you even flexible or anything?”
You: ”Eh, kind of,” Bruce shrugged. “More than a normal person, but not exceptionally.”
Stranger: Tony waggled his eyebrows, “I’d be happy to help you test that out.” He laughed.
You: Bruce blushed, “I bet you would,” he stuck his tongue out.
Stranger: Tony wagged his finger back and forth as they walked, “Don’t stick that tongue out unless you plan to use it Brucie.”
You: Bruce rolled his eyes, “I /could/ use it, you know,” he smirked.
Stranger: Tony blinked slowly, trying to process this information and unsure of how to respond, so used to blushing Bruce.
You: Bruce saw the odd expression on Tony’s face. “I didn’t overstep some boundary, did I?” he immediately asked, a little worried. “You were joking about it, weren’t you? Crap.”
Stranger: ”NO!” Tony nearly yelled, overeager to get rid of that idea before it formed. “No, you just, um, took me by surprise is all. You’re usually so shy about this stuff.”
You: ”Oooh,” Bruce nodded slowly. “Gotcha. Yeah, sorry. It’s just, I’ve spent so long inside of my little /invisible-to-the-world/ shell that now that I’ve found someone who can bring me out of it, I want out as quickly as possible.” he smiled nervously.
Stranger: Tony smiled at him, “No need to be all deep about it. I can take simplicity every once in a while. But yeah, I get it. And trust me, I’m ready as hell to bring you out.”
You: ”Hey, it was the first way to explain it that came to mind,” Bruce shrugged. “And great. I’m glad.” he smiled again.
Stranger: ”Me too. And don’t think I won’t be taking you up on that offer as soon as humanely possible.” Tony winked.
You: ”I don’t believe I’ll mind that at all,” Bruce answered. (I’m all out of ideas for this particular scene. Wanna time skip? unless you’ve got something in mind.)
Stranger: ((TIME SKIP AWAY!))
You: After school ended and Bruce and Tony had parted ways with the rest of the group (Pepper had been practically on the floor dying from the cash she had obtained that day. She didn’t have all of it yet, but she had gotten quite a bit…), they made their way to Tony’s car.
Stranger: Tony leaned against the car door. “Still wanna head by your mom’s place?”
You: ”Yeah, I gotta make sure she’s not dead,” Bruce rolled his eyes.
Stranger: ”Wanna drive then, since you know the way?”
You: Bruce nodded hesitantly. “I… I guess,” he said. “I don’t exactly trust myself with this car, but I’ll give it a go.” he got in the drivers seat.
Stranger: ”Meh, I can get it fixed if it gets a bit banged up.” Tony shrugged, sliding into the passenger’s side.
You: ”And if I crash it and we explode into a fiery inferno?”
Stranger: ”Then we went down having fun.” Tony shrugged again.
You: Bruce laughed. “You don’t see the bad side of anything, do you?”
Stranger: Tony thought for a second, “I could see many downsides to somehow losing you.”
You: Bruce frowned. “Well, we’re going to try and not let that happen,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. He turned into a small neighborhood, stopping by the 8th house on the left. He was a bit embarrassed by his living conditions. It was kind of a shabby house, not too small, but small. Bruce did his best to keep it together, fixing it up when it needed it. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Stranger: Tony sat up. “Want me to go with you, help you carry anything?”
You: ”No, I’d rather you just stay here. I’m just grabbing my cellphone charger and a toothbrush and all that fun stuff. I can carry it,” he shook his head. “Trust me, it would be better if you stayed here.”
Stranger: Tony grumbled but sat back. “Fine, just yell for me if you need me, ok?”
You: ”I will,” he gave Tony a smile before getting out and heading inside, hearing the windows of the car slide open.
“Mom?” Bruce called, “Mom, you in here?” He wandered into the living room, seeing his mom lying on the couch. “Mom.”
His mother sat up, dark circles under her bloodshot eyes and her skin a sickly pale. She glared at Bruce. “Where the hell have you been?”
Bruce shrugged. “Stayed the night at a friend’s house last night.” His mom narrowed her eyes before standing up, her foot kicking an empty beer can in the process. Bruce looked at his mother more closely. Oh, yes. She was drunk. Definitely drunk. No doubt about it. “And I’m staying the weekend there, too.”
His mother put a hand on her hip, swaying a bit. “A friend’s? Since when do you have any friends?”
“Since yesterday, alright?” he threw up his hands, trying to walk past her. She grabbed his upper arm, causing him to wince. It was still sore from the last time. Shit, no, not again…
“I doubt that,” she sneered. “Where are you really going, hmm?”
“Mom, I’m going to a friend’s house, really.”
“Stop lying to me.”
“But I’m not. His name’s Tony, Tony Stark. His dad’s the owner of Stark Industries?”
“Oh, now you’re just making shit up!” She rolled her eyes, grip on Bruce’s arm tightening. “Tell me where you’re going.”
“I’m going to Tony Stark’s house, Mom.” Bruce said slowly.
“I thought I told you to stop lying to me!” she shoved a finger in his face. Bruce just stared at her, trying to stay as emotionless as possible. “Let me go, Mom.”
“I’ll let you go when you tell me the truth.” she growled.
“I am telling you the truth, why can’t you see that?” Bruce asked. “Oh, wait, maybe it’s because you’re too damn drunk all the time to even notice that I exist, so why do you suddenly care?”
He regretted the words the minute they left his mouth, because the next thing he knew, his mom’s fast was colliding with his cheekbone, sending him stumbling backwards. He looked up at her with wide eyes. She’d never done anything like /that/ before. “What the hell?” he said unbelievably. It was only a few seconds before she walked forward and slapped him on the other side of his face, making him completely fall down on his behind.
“Ungrateful son of a bitch,” his mom muttered, coming closer. Bruce was staring at her with fearful eyes, absolutely terrified. His cheek throbbed and his arm hurt and she was grabbing him by the wrist now, lifting it up and twisting it. “T- Tony,” he choked out, voice barely audible. His mom sneered and growled before twisting it into an even more unnatural position; nothing breaking but making it hurt a /lot/. He yelped. “/Tony!/” His voice was loud and clear this time.
You: (I’M SORRY THAT’S SO LONG but I wanted to put that in there soooo badly. TT_TT)
Stranger: Tony heard a clang from inside and unbuckled, then when he heard his boyfriend calling for him, rushed inside. His was appalled to find a woman standing over him, sneering and twisting his arm, Bruce’s face already beaten. “Let go of him bitch!” He attempted to tug her off of him, but she was heavy and he wasn’t that strong. So he did the first thing he thought of, pinched her neck and watched her fall.
You: Bruce watched through slightly blurred vision as Tony rushed in and tried to pull his mom off of him. When he couldn’t, however, Bruce had a moment of panic. That was until Tony decided to do the Vulcan neck pinch on her and she collapsed on the ground, motionless other than her breathing. When her hand left his wrist, he also fell to the ground, leaning against the wall behind him, breathing hard. He clutched his wrist, massaging it with his fingers and wincing. “Shit.”
Stranger: ((shit. i gtg. my dads pissy so i have to go help him))
You: (Alright, I was about to say I gtg too because I need to shower. I’ve got a friend coming over tonight to I’ll message you sometime tomorrow, okay?)
Stranger: ((ill be around til like 2:30))
You: (Mk! Wait in the morning or the afternoon o_o)
You: (I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye!)
POSTING FOR DAMN PARENTAL REASONS.