wake me up (wake me up inside)
Bruce Banner liked Peter Parker. He could tell he was a smart kid (even if their first meeting would not support this conclusion) and though a little awkward and almost painfully overly polite at first, once he got comfortable with the avengers he truly felt like part of the family. He sometimes came to work with Bruce when he felt more sciencey than mechanical, so he had seen first hand how fast the kid’s brain worked and how intelligent he was. Over the last few movie nights and game nights, Peter was becoming more and more sassy as his confidence around them grew, not unlike Tony Stark, who’s best friend was sarcasm, and he had started to quote internet things that Bruce didn’t understand but left Peter laughing to himself every time.
When Bruce first met Harley, Tony had said that he was going to be living here at the tower, and Harley’s face just held the most devilish smirk he had seen. He could instantly tell that he was going to be trouble- but not in a villainous way, just in the rebellious teenager way. He didn’t know if that was worse.
Therefore, he probably should’ve expected the terrifying force of nature that they would become once they met each other, but honestly, he didn’t want to think about it. He has caught them doing questionable things on more than one occasion but he figured that it would be worse (for his sanity) if he got involved, and it wasn’t like they were being dangerous. So he let the teenagers teenager.
Only, one night he wakes up from a nap and heads towards the kitchen for a glass of water. It can’t have been that late, maybe half eleven, but all the team were exhausted from a mission that afternoon and were currently in bed. Rubbing his eyes, he steps into the doorway to the common room and hears music blasting, the chorus screaming “WAKE ME UP INSIDE” as Peter and Harley sat on the floor, violently rocking a wooden crate with a baby doll inside.
What even- Where did they even get-
Nope. Bruce was too old for this bullshit. He spun around and went back to his room, wondering what on earth was going on in those kids’ minds, actually scared of them. For them? Whatever. He could deal without his glass of water.