I confess, I'm a mess

[honeyibrokeharlem]

WHO| Bruce and Tony
WHAT| Tony is coping with being the victor, Bruce is trying to be supportive.
WHEN| Post-arena, pre-crowning
WHERE| Tony's room
WARNINGS| Two grown men being sappy and affectionate

Bruce is still putting words to how he feels about Tony's win. Positive things, for the most part, since it now means he doesn't have to go back to the arenas. However he's not sure if Tony will immediately see it that way, especially considering he's been avoiding going out of his room.

So he brings food in a bag and a purring tribble in his pocket up to D12 and knocks on Tony's door.

"Tony?"

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[arrogantalloy]

At the knock on the door. Tony blinks out of his own mind and looks at the door.
He knows Bruce's voice very well and so he knows who's on the other side, but it makes him edgey. While for the most part he's been cleaned up from the arena, larger cuts and bruises remain and his forearm is still wrapped to help the last of a nasty burn heal.

He knows people have won arenas looking a whole lot worse than this, however Tony has always had a habit of hiding how bad he is from others so they don't see him as weak. Any definition of weak, if he's honest.

He clears his throat and goes from staring out the window to sitting on his bed.

"It's never locked. And I don't think you need to knock."

[honeyibrokeharlem]

"I like being polite." Or. Well. He likes putting on the veneer of politeness. He would have barged in anyway if Tony had tried to say no or pretend not to be home. He nudges the door open with his foot and walks inside before closing it behind him. "I brought food. Something a little better than what we could manage in the arena, this time."

He doesn't bat an eye at Tony's wounds. He knows that victors come back with their injuries intact and expected it. He does, however, look him up and down just to make sure he's been properly tended to as he sits on the edge of Tony's bed. "I was almost worried that they might have just forgot you in the arena." It's pointed. The closest Bruce would come to scolding Tony for not letting him see he was okay.

[arrogantalloy]

"Well it's always been a good look for you."

Tony says, referring to Bruce admitting to like being polite. Because really out of the whole team, Bruce has proved that he's always the politest of the team. Or at least the one who makes a consistent effort to be so. He looks at Bruce and the bag and his hand before moving a little to make sure there's even more room on his expansive bed for him to sit, in an attempt to at least appear welcoming.

At the pointed comment however, Tony itches as the bandage on his forearm absently as he looks away.

"Well you know. Well you don't. I guess." He frowns a little before going on. "They have to run a lot of check, make sure that every bone is fine, cognitive tests, running tests. They make you run, it's an extensive process you'll see it yourself soon enough." He's sort of lying, while they did run checks on him, even the ones he brought up he was cleared and back in the tower by the end of the day so it hardly explained by he's been hiding ever since. He ignores the flash of memory that reminds him that he saw Bruce dying in front of him at the hands of Thor. He flexes his hands once before looking back to the bag.

"So, you brought me food? Please tell me you made it yourself and there's a bow on something in there."

Because if Tony wasn't trying to be a smart arse Bruce would have even more proof he's not coping so well.

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce takes the unspoken invitation and sits down next to Tony, putting the bag to the side. "Well, I did make it myself. No promises on the bow."

He's not sure if he believes Tony when he says that it was testing that kept him busy, but it's plausible enough that he'll let him get away with it. "Not sure how soon I'll be seeing it." He's not competitive when it comes to this kind of game. He just tries to stay alive as long as possible. Then again, he supposes that's exactly what Tony was, too.

"We can eat out in the common area, if you want. Or we can just sit here and eat." Like they're just boys in a sleepover, eating in bed after the parents went to bed.

[arrogantalloy]

With a played up sigh, Tony looks at the bag.

"And here they said anything we wanted here we could get." He starts to reach for the bag as Bruce speaks. After all even if he wasn't that hungry right now, the contents where for him so he wanted them. But his hand hangs in mid air when Bruce finishes.

"To be honest, if I could get my way the whole team would be winning the next arena." He drops his hand away from the bag, running the frustrated hand through his hair instead. "Here's fine." Because he's really not up to being where anyone can just see him right now.