when the lost met the hiding
"Wow seriously? No that's cool I get it. I'm standing here at this busted up bus stop and you decided to be an asshole. Not cool dude, not cool."
Let it be put on the record that rain sucks. Actually no not just rain, weather in general sucks. When someone decides to go out for their twenty fifth birthday, there's a blizzard warning. When someone gets dumped and kicked to the curb just because they won’t take over the family business, it’s bright, sunny, and kids are playing in the snow while an almost million heir wallows in the irony. And then to top it all, as soon as he decide to move on with his life and get a new place, it starts to rain and he loses one of his bags at the check in! Well that last part wasn't really the weathers fault but as the now thoroughly bummed out genius stepped onto the bus he decided to blame it on the weather anyway.
As he slumped into a seat in the back of the bus he tucked his bags underneath the seat and pulled out the envelope containing his new life. Letting his fingers brush against the soft seats as he read over the information inside one more time.
‘Dear Anthony, (or should I call you Tony. Is it alright if I call you Tony?)
Thank you for contacting me about the roommate offer. As you can probably tell from the photos my apartment is way too big for just me and thus all of the five people I know have talked me into trying to find a roommate to ‘share the price tag’ with. So thanks for this, I looked up the bus schedule by where you said your town was and it says there’s a bus coming straight here from the airport on Monday. You said you wanted to be out of town as soon as possible so I decided to send a ticket. I also put an extra key to the apartment in here along with a map of the town. If I’m not home when you get here feel free to come inside and start sorting stuff out.
See you soon. – Dr. Bruce Banner.’
Well he wasn’t wrong about the bus apparently, but it was a long ride. As Tony dented his hair with a pair of headphones, the man sitting in the back of the dimly lit bus found herself wondering about the his roommate to be. It was quite the daring thing for him to do wasn’t it?
‘Maybe he’ll look like Sherlock Holmes and I’ll become the next John Watson. He didn’t seem that freaked out about rooming with a stark either. And what kind of a place is called SHEILD anyway? I should call up Jarvis and ask him or something…’ well it was too late to back out now. Besides, Tony’s mother had always said not to get into a car with strange men, but he had said nothing about moving in with one.
It was quickly becoming apparent to tony that SHEILD, Las Vegas was not as horrible as it sounded. As he sat in the small looking café that had seemed like a quiet place to think. That outward appearance had lied to him though since the place was buzzing with life. life and an excessive amount of flirting if the conversations around him were anything to go by. Well at least a waiter was finally walking over.
“Hello and welcome to the closet café. My names Bruce and what can I get for you?”
“Uhm id like a… wait, Bruce? As in Bruce Banner?”
The waiter in front of him stiffened and pointed the pen at tony in a way that was supposed to be threatening. Emphasis on supposed to.
“Oh no. now listen here I told Barton that I wouldn’t be working at the corkscrew on Thursday and if he sent you over here to drag me into drag it’s not going to happen!”
tony almost wanted to go along with whatever he was talking about just to know what he meant by ‘dragged into drag’ but the poor guy looked flustered enough already.
“Nope. While that sounds like fun I’m definitely not here to drag you anywhere but a car so I can get to our apartment. Tony stark, from the emails?”
After a few minutes of explaining, (explaining to Bruce’s boss, explaining to tony what they were explaining to Bruce’s boss, basically lots of serious stuff.) the two new roommates were sitting in Bruce’s bright green punch buggy car with the wind flowing through their hair as he explained all about the neighbors and the town as a whole. But considering that tony had been considered a pretty social person (playboy if you were being exact.), the short haired brunette sitting shotgun decided the information wasn’t needed as he took the time to examine his new friend a bit closer. Out of the long list he had made of potential roommate types Bruce seemed to fit into very few categories. If the brunette was to judge by looks alone, which he would have to for now, then he’d say that the combination of Bruce’s unruly mop of hair and the way he used his free hand to emphasize every word he said as a pair of comically big glasses slipped down his nose made him appear to be a loud, huggable person. But the way he slouched over the wheel and looked at the streets with dark, tired, greenish-brown eyes, mixed together with the fact that the skinny as a stick driver seemed to be unknowingly leaning away from him made Bruce out to be a much less sociable person. So basically tony had no clue what would happen next. Which was awesome since that was exactly what he needed right now. As they turned into the garage of one of the many bright feeling buildings Brucie bear looked at him with a warm, small smile and yep. He didn’t care if it was as a friend or as a cuddle buddy but he was definitely keeping this one.
“There’s a ramp. We can take to the elevator if you want.”
“No thanks, I got this. Now if I could just…”
“Holy shit tony!”
Bruce had made the decision that his new roommate was insane. This decision had been made the moment that they stepped out of the car the bright eyed man had pulled out a suitcase that had to be at least an inch away from being taller than its owner was, and tried to pull it up the stairs.
“You ok dude?”
And now they were both buried underneath the suitcases contents. Great.
Bruce looked up at the blurry outstretched hand before him as he searched for his glasses, if he was going to be assaulted by clothes he wasn’t going down alone. And with that thought he reached towards tony, and pulled.
The red and yellow wearing man just laughed as he fell, making sure to land on his new buddy and hug him to death as revenge. Which wasn’t very hard considering the fact that they were also being squished to death by his giant red suitcase.
“Tony please get up, I think there’s a rock in my spine.”
Bruce gave the most intimidating stare he could muster, and then realized he was trapped under god knows how many clothes and being hugged by a complete stranger if he didn’t count the numerous emails they had exchanged.
So there they lay, tony stark and Bruce Banner, officially roommates, and considered unofficially crazy by the overworked security guard who turned on the cameras to see two grown adults lying in a pile of clothes laughing their asses off in his lobby.