A/N: HEY. So sorry I've not had much up recently, GCSE's suck. But I am still writing! So here, have some Tony/Bruce stuff. Prompt 43: Squares.


Tony Stark had been having a hard time after nearly dying in New York. Panic attacks, insomnia and nightmares were but a few of his issues. Pepper had moved out, having been unable to put up with Tony's hardships, which meant that the genius only declined further.

"Sir?" asked JARVIS, startling the trembling genius who was trying to fix a computer board. The little green square was spinning in front of him, taunting him.

"SIR!" yelled JARVIS, shocking Tony from his reveries. "Doctor Banner is at the door." Staggering to his feet, the billionaire stumbled to the door and yanked it open. Bruce stood there, the little scientist looking rather shocked.


"H-hey Bruce. S'up?"

"Wanted to come see how you were doing. I ran into Pepper at a conference; she said you were bad… I can see you are." Usually, Tony would laugh and lie it off but the concern in Bruce's eyes was unmistakable.

"I'm a mess…" he wailed, falling into Bruce who held him up gently, leading him back to the sofa.

"Hey, hey… it's okay, don't worry. I'm here, it's okay…" the scientist held the billionaire as he shook, JARVIS fussing over them.

"Breathe, Tony, breathe…" soothed Bruce; Tony was almost hyperventilating again, almost screaming.

"I can't, I can't, I can't. Bruce, he-help, I can't breathe, can't do it." The little scientist just protectively closed his arms around his friend until the genius stopped shaking and began to breathe slower. When he had relaxed, Tony whimpered his thanks, clutching to the scientist's shirt. Bruce didn't mind; he was perfectly content to console Tony as long he needed him. Needed him. Something warm fills the scientist's chest at the idea that the philanthropist needed him. And with a last sniff, Tony said,

"I need you. I need you to stay."