when the toddler found the lab
Being tackled off his bed in three in the morning was really not a situation Bruce ever thought he would get himself into. But he was discovering that common sense and politeness were unknown to most people he became friends with, besides when they want something, or in Tony’s case he got high off his ideas. Speaking of Tony…
“Mind explaining why you felt the need to jump me when most people would be sleeping?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a lab?!” He shouted from his place underneath his grumpy roommate’s duvet. Bruce leaned over from his place still half on his bed to help the overgrown toddler out as he thought of a response. He had almost forgotten the lab was there at all if he was to be honest. The last time he had done anything even remotely scientific had been at least a year ago and it didn’t end well.
“I didn’t think you’d be that interested in my nerdy escapades.” He said as they stood in the pitch black room. Tony pulled Bruce up and out of the room with an insulted look on his face.
“Seriously has no one heard of me before? I got to be honest I didn’t think Stark was a common last name but now I’m starting to wonder...” He paused in front of a metallic purple door that had always been locked and un-talked about by the two. Well that was up until Tony got bored of trying to find ways to get his boss to listen to AC/DC and pulled out the lock picks. Dragging Bruce inside with him the genius flipped on the lights while looking around the small room and grabbed a manila folder with the word J.A.R.V.I.S scribbled on in blue marker. “Now then as payment for keeping your amazing science skills from me and not telling me how you can afford all this stuff were going to build this amazing butler.” Bruce took the folder from Tony and flipped through it under the florescent lights, wondering how his life came to the point where he was actually considering working on the most ingenious AI the scientist had ever seen while the genius behind it looked at Bruce as if he was waiting for a switch to be flipped.
“How long have you been working on this?”
“Five, maybe six, years. It all got kind of hazy after the first couple schematics.” Tony answered, leaning back onto the table. A quick stare down later and Bruce nodded decidedly.
“I’ll do it.” Tony cheered and held his hand in the air.
“But I’m a bit worried about how much sleep you’ve gotten.” The scientist voiced as he completed the high five and shuffled out of the room, heading towards the kitchen, if they were going to do this they may as well do it right.
“How do you take your coffee?”
Was it late or early? Either way he hadn’t felt the rush of a project that big in a while now, he almost forgot how it felt to get lost in the feeling of accomplishment. Sliding down onto the floor from his place in the corner Bruce looked towards the incredibly blurry clock. He gave up trying to read the numbers and instead looked towards the labs newest occupant.
"Jarvis, what time is it?"
"It is currently eight thirty three Doctor Banner." Mumbling a thank you the scientist rolled across the floor until he was sprawled over Tony's back. They had started on Jarvis around five am so that meant it only took them five snack breaks, ten water bottles, and fifteen hours and thirty minutes to complete. Nudging Tony in the ribs to get his attention Bruce spoke. "Jarvis says its eight thirty."
Reaching into a nearby bowl Tony grabbed some blueberries and munched in them as he moved Bruce from his back to his stomach so they could both look towards the currently buzzing computer screen.
"I know that our IQs combined could probably beat everyone else combined but that can't be right." After a few seconds of realization Bruce hesitantly asked the question on both their minds. "Jarvis?"
"Yes doctor banner?"
"What day is it?"
"Saturday sir."
Both men groaned at the answer and started searching for their phones.
"Well shit, I missed my first two days of work and you missed you super spy missions or whatever it is you do." While the two burnt out friends made their way to the living room Tony checked his phone to find a fuck ton of messages and missed calls from Rogers. Looking over to where Brucie bear sat on the couch he guessed from his horrified expression that his phone had about the same thing.
"Sirs it appears that Mr. Rogers is currently being dragged to your residence by an un-filed companion.”
"Thanks Jarvis. Bruce, were screwed aren't we? Bruce?!" Well shit Bruce was out for the count. Pushing his overworked science buddy so he was lying on the coach instead of falling off of it Tony considered his options.
"SON OF BANNER I SHALL SAVE YOU!" And suddenly all the escape routes didn't need to be accounted for because some dude just broke down the freaking door and Rogers is lecturing a beach Blondie about something and, oh god, he's been up to long without caffeine for this. Suddenly Rogers was in front of tony pulling a blanket on him (when did he lie down?) And asking him what in the world they were doing for four days. Tony just pressed his face into the blanket and clearly mumbled before passing out while Steve told him that 'science is not a good enough explanation.'