#bruceandtheotherguy

[mechanicwithametalheart]

Science Boyfriends or Pepperony are my favorite ships with Tony.

Anon or not, tell me what your favorite ship with my muse is

I adore Science Boyfriends!!!! I blame bruceandtheotherguy. As for Pepperony, I'm the odd cookie that doesn't really ship them romantically. I absolutely adore them as best friends, though! :)

[feathersofvibranium]

bruceandtheotherguy:

Running fingers through his mess of curls, he frowned for and instant. Alright, so, maybe he’d planned on staying up to do a bit of… something to occupy his mind. He hadn’t decided on what yet; though generally when he didn’t have anything in mind, it simply turned to studying his own cells again, working on his own ‘condition.’

"I, uh… okay." Right then. Tea and then back to bad. Bruce stood slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was just feeling a little overwhelmed. He wasn’t used to this kind of accommodation from anyone. Hell, he spent most of his days alone, let alone his nights.

Sam didn't need to see Bruce's face in full light to know he had guessed his stay-up-to-do-sciency-things plan, at which Sam smirked proudly at himself for. He wasn't much of a science person--not at all, really--but he appreciated those who had a knack for it. And he worried when those who has a knack for it gets too carried away by it.

"'K." He mumbled and let him go. Shifting to lay on his back, he stared at the ceiling. It wasn't usual he think about what affects superpowers gone wrong has on a person at two in the morning but he couldn't stop this mind as he watched Bruce's silhouette slink out of the room.

[xthegooddoctor]

 bruceandtheotherguy:

[text] Dr. Bruce Banner.

[text] I was recommended to you as one of the top of your field, Dr. Wilson. As well as… being a particularly tolerant individual.

     Wilson cocked an eyebrow as he glanced down at his phone. He wasn't aware that being able to put up with House had gained him a reputation.

[text] I'll take credit for the tolerance, at least.

     He wanted to ask why Dr. Banner chose to contact him this way, and how he'd even gotten the number to his cell phone, but there didn't seem to be a way to ask without being rude. He'd wait, he decided, and find out what the doctor needed from him before questioning him about his method.

[xthegooddoctor]

[text] Sorry, I hope this is the right number. Dr. James Wilson?

[text] Looks like you've got the right number.

[text] I'm sorry, who is this?

[mechanicwithametalheart]

The nearest Steve is getting a big ass hug from me. Accept the Tony love and gratitude. And thank god for super soldier healing.

[mechanicwithametalheart]

In The Workshop

bruceandtheotherguy Nononono I am at work! You cannot send me cheesy science pick up lines! I have no way of explaining my random outbursts of laughter!! (I'm lying, send me more.)

[mechanicwithametalheart]

"Don't chase the rabbit"

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

Tony waited, standing by his board with Dum-E next to him. He had already presented for the judges, wowing them with the robot's self-thinking capabilities. His eyes searched the crowd of people, hoping. He waited...and waited...and waited. Long after the awards (Tony had won first place) and everyone had gone home, Tony still stood there, Dum-E by his side.

 He didn't come....Tony sniffled, fighting back the wave of disappointment that threatened to overwhelm him. A soft chirp brought his attention to the bot, who sat with his arm tilted to the side, almost like he was tilting his head in confusion or worry. He chirped again, reaching out to tug on Tony's shirt.

 A small, weak smile flickered on Tony's face as he looked down at Dum-E, patting his arm. "I'm okay Dum-E. Thanks..." He took a deep breath, then started packing up his things.

 Of course his father hadn't come....

[lizardlos-blog]

bruceandtheotherguy started following you! "Ohhhh my God!!! H-Hello...!!"