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Tony presses a finger to his lips and gives Bruce a 'shh'ing sort of command before he opens the door to Pepper's room. The place is lined in monitors and recording equipment but otherwise, he's done his best to make it comfortable for her even if she refuses to come back to their actual bed two floors up. If she thinks herself a danger, she's just as likely to burn the place down from here as she is from beside him but...

He's not going to give her any more fuel for the panic fire, pun intended.

Tony lets Bruce in first and follows after. "Pep? Honey? Guess who's here?"

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"Good. JARVIS, get that down, voice recognition coding and time stamp," Tony grumbles against her shoulder. Maybe he shouldn't be so reliant on being held but...

But he likes it.

"One moment, sir," JARVIS chimes in. "I am instructing Doctor Banner on brunch."

That makes Pepper laugh - both Jarvis and Tony, actually - and she pulls his face away from his shoulder to give him a proper kiss, morning breath be damned. Ask Pepper if she cares. Just ask her.

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Nope, too busy kissing to do anything else, okay? He murmurs somewhat happily against her lips before it sinks in that Bruce might be trying to cook eggs on a Bunsen burner. "Mmm...hold that thought for like...five...ten minutes. Damage control. Be right back. Get extra comfortable, remember that sports bra thing I said before? That might be good? Yes? Great, be right back."

Yes -- kissing is good, and she's getting pretty into it too - at least, she was before Tony's ADD kicked in. She groans a little but nods. Fiiine.

"Alright, alright. Hurry back."

And she's going to brush her teeth while he's gone.

"Banner--" He has no idea what he's walking into so he figures he'd introduce himself by a lot of loud calling. Padding around in bare feet on cold flooring probably isn't so good for his health, but he's in a hurry. Just in case DUM-E gets involved with the whole brunch making.

Actually, Bruce is surviving his attempt at making breakfast. There's a bunch of scrambled eggs (and a bunch means every egg that was in the fridge) and toast - not too badly burnt and even fruit all cut up and dumped into a bowl. Right now though? He looks like he's in the middle of a science experiment trying to successfully pour the very proper amount of champagne to make mimosas.

Someone told him bartending was like science. Took that a bit too much to heart.

Orange juice and champagne. That's all that's in a mimosa. And yet, Bruce looks like he's having JARVIS scan the pitcher for molecular content. He tilts his head to the side like a puppy, just watching him.

"You're adorable, you really are, but I think you're done. But down the goggles and help me carry this upstairs." On trays. Because he's not ruining his bed for food.

He had asked JARVIS to scan it for alcohol content, does that count?

Bruce looks up and blinks at Tony, then frowns a little. "You were supposed to stay in bed..." He gathers up some plates and other such things and digs out a tray with a thoughtful word from JARVIS, then offers it to Tony. "For you and Pepper."

"And you," Tony says immediately. "Three peas in a pod," he insists. "You're sort of like our love child, you know? You and Pep have the whole super strong thing, and me and you have the science and particle physics thing. And she and I absolutely have quite a thing and--" Bruce looks disturbed. "Right, shutting up now. C'mon son, back to bed."

"....what?" Is all Bruce can say as he stands there, looking hugely confused before the last part came to him. "No, no this is for you and Pepper to enjoy. I'm going to eat down here."

Stopping pointedly, Tony gives Bruce a look. "Knock off the shit and come upstairs. If you wanna go after that, it's fine."

"But it's your bed, with Pepper! I.. I don't belong there." He actually steps back once under the weight of that look. I don't belong between you two.

Tony tilts his head to the side and frowns at Bruce. "I'm not going to molest you. If JARVIS is reading from my personal journal entries again, I just want you to know that it's healthy to have those sorts of dreams about people you're close with."

Bruce's brain processes those words, but they don't make sense. He just stares at Tony for a long few seconds, then carefully puts down the tray on the counter before he drops it. Only then, deceptively calmly, does he say, "what?"

"What?" He just shrugs and smiles. Playing it off as nothing? Making the whole thing up? It's just like Choose Your Own Adventure, Banner.

"Tony," not Stark, not right now, "I don't know what game you're playing right now, but I don't like being played with." Because he had been played with more than enough in his life.

"I'm just asking you to spend time with us," Tony says, not sure what to make of the way that Bruce is look at him. "If you would rather play mad scientist, you can." He's sorry he's made you uncomfortable. He's just not going to verbally apologize.

"...and Pepper is okay with that?" Bruce's confused puppy look comes out with those words. Don't Tony and Pepper want some proper time together, now that things were... Better between them?

Better doesn't mean fixed. Fixed can't happen right away and Tony is not just going to follow her into the shower like he use to. She'll spook. And that's the last thing he could possibly want, okay? And...maybe Tony has some issues too with not being able to separate some things. He never quite gets why it's good to spend time with one person exclusively. Banner's important to him. He loves Pepper. Seems good to spend time with them both, right?

"I don't see why not."

Bruce shifts, his mind pointedly forgetting anything about 'those' kinds of dreams for the sake of his sanity. Tony was just pushing him, for sure. "...if you're sure," Bruce murmurs, regathering the tray. "Get the drinks?"

Tony does a lot of pushing but not always a lot of lying. "Pep went to brush her teeth," Tony says, following Bruce up the winding stairs to his bedroom. He forgets to mention the whole 'get scantily clad while you do so' comment from earlier. "Breakfast A La Banner has arrived!"

Tony Stark, you are damn lucky she didn’t go put on some kind of lingerie. She is, however, stripped down to sports bra and yoga pants, as requested. She appears in the door, teeth nice and brushed and – yup. Half dressed.

“Great. Hi, Bruce. Welcome back.” She half expected this, honestly.

Bruce shakes his head and puts the tray down on the table in the room, still feeling awkward but a little less so. At least he wasn't tucked up in bed with them. Talk about awkward! "I hope it's fairly edible. I tend to cook in the range of just barely not fast food."

Until Bruce turns around and sees Pepper in a sports bra and tight pants. He blinks, then looks away with spots of pink flushing his cheeks. "Excuse me, Ms. Potts."

Now it'd awkward!

This Ms. Potts stuff is for the birds! And she's completely covered! Girls at the gym wear less. Girls on the beach wear less! Bruce's mannerisms are noted and filed away for exploitation later. He puts the pitcher down on the table in the corner of the room and makes himself a plate.

"JARVIS, lights up." But shades down. New York still makes him queasy.

No kidding.

"Pepper, please. Ms. Potts is so formal." Especially these days.

She slides around the table and peers at the breakfast, reaching to make a plate as well as helping herself to one of those mimosas.

"Have a seat, Bruce. Have breakfast with us." See? She's gracious and is very politely sharing Tony.

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