Bruce walked as quietly as possible to the kitchen. He knew pregnancy cravings would have him eating strange and possibly unsafe combinations but he wasn’t warned that it made him wake up at 2 in the morning with a hankering for a cheese and nutella on rye. He had grumbled to himself and got his 5 month pregnant ass out the bedroom, leaving Thor to sleep alone.
He got to the kitchen and witnessed Tony pour thousand island dressing into a mug before drinking it. Tony realized he was being watched and the two pregnant scientists made eye contact, “you too?” Bruce just nods while going to get the cheese and nutella.
Bruce made his sandwich and quietly ate it while Tony continued to drink his cup of salad dressing. Tony lets out a hiss of pain, “she just kicked my bladder.” Bruce winces out of sympathy.
“At least you’re close to popping, I still have four more months, maybe less,” Bruce says between bites of sandwich. The lights of the common area suddenly came up, the two looked at who had turned the lights.
“Honey it’s two-twenty in the morning what the hell are you doing?” Clint asks.
“Your daughter got hungry,” Tony sips slowly.
“Don’t tell me that’s salad dressing again,” Tony takes another slow sip, Clint groans. “Goddammit, Tony just hurry up.”
Tony downs the last of his late night craving before going to join Clint, leaving Bruce alone with his sandwich. Taking another bite he looks down at his pregnant belly “why are you like this?”