“Ek’ESSSSHHOOO!” Bruce sneezed into his hands and sniffled.
“Jesus, would you quit sneezing? You’re killing me Bruce. Come to bed.” He groaned, leading Bruce to the bedroom. “Hopefully this is one of those 24-hour colds.”
Not Gonna Make It (Through the Day)
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“So I was thinking, if I alter some of the coding in my suit—”
“Heh’ATSCHHHHH!”
The enormous sneeze caused Tony to jump in surprise, but he quickly cleared his throat and recovered. “Eh hem, bless you Bruce. Ehh... as I was saying, if I do that, then I could probably be able to access certain accounts without even logging on while I’m airborne. Since you’re a computer guy, maybe you could—”
“HUTSHCHHOOO!”
Tony peeked at Bruce from behind his glasses. The other man’s eyes were red-rimmed and bleary and his nose is twitched incessantly.
“Suhh... suh hahh... s-sorry.” He sniffed finally. “Do you hab a tissue?”
“J.A.R.V.I.S. You hear that? Tissues.”
“Yes sir,” the machine replied politely as a box of tissues was lowered onto the table.
Bruce didn’t hesitate to grab one and bury his face in it. “Eh’TSHHHH!”
“Bless you,” Tony said, watching him struggle to control himself.
“Sorry, you were saying?”
“Maybe you could...” Tony studied Bruce’s face before continuing. His chapped nose was wiggling and he was trying very hard to fight off a sneeze. “Uhhh... maybe you could help me? With the coding?”
“Sure... Th-that’s it?”
There is no we he’s going to get through the day if Bruce keeps this up. “Yeah.”
“Hahh.... okay.”
Tony felt like he was going to explode. Say something, anything. “You okay?” Not that! Anything but that.
“Actually, I think I caught a cold somewhere.”
“What, while you were off smashing half of New York City?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Tony regretted them. “Sorry, you know I’m just kidding. You want some meds?”
“Ehhh... Eh’EHHSSHSHHOO! No, thags, I’b fide.”
“Um, no decongestants, no nothing?”
“Thad’s a double degative.”
“You don’t want anything?”
“Bedder. Bud doe thags.” He rubbed his watering eyes. “Guhh, by dose t-tickles so buhhh... buch ad id w-won’d stob.”
“Can I recommend some Nyquil?” J.A.R.V.I.S. inquired.
“Doe—”
“Yes,” Tony interrupted. “And I think Dr. Banner will be staying the night.”
Bruce squinted at Tony with his watery eyes. “St-stayig the dight? ETSCHHHH!”
“Well, I mean, you’re obviously sick and I wouldn’t want you to—”
“Heh’ATSCHHHHHOOO! ASSSHHHH! AHH! ETSHHHUU!”
“Let’s get you in bed.” Tony managed to croak out.
Bruce raised an eyebrow. “A-ahhh... are y-you okay?”
“M-maybe. Maybe not.”
“Ek’ESSSSHHOOO!” Bruce sneezed into his hands and sniffled.
“Jesus, would you quit sneezing? You’re killing me Bruce. Come to bed.” He groaned, leading Bruce to the bedroom. “Hopefully this is one of those 24-hour colds.”
“I thing thad rule only applies for viruses.” Bruce informed him helpfully.
“Good God almighty.”
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