Tony groans, cracking an eye open to take a look at the clock. He huffs, displeased to be woken before 12. He doesn’t do mornings, mornings can suck his dick. Besides, he was having a nice dream which was a nice change from the nightmares he so often has.
Rolling over he slings and arm out trying to get Bruce to come back and snuggle. Not many people know he’s a snuggler, but he is.
"I could tell you we didn’t," he rumbles sleepily, “but it would be a lie, big guy.”
Bruce feels his panic explode at the other’s words and he’s up and to the other side of the room in no time at all, his eyes wide and fearful. “Oh gods, we need to get to the lab now, Tony, right now!” He demands, shaking his head quickly. “I can’t believe I would let this happen. I can’t believe that I would let this happen. You could be dying or you could be- or you could be damaged. The radiation is deadly, Tony and it’s in every inch of me and I haven’t found anything-“ he feels a sob break from him. “Oh gods. I knew something bad would happen if I didn't leave..."