This was inspired by two different versus from two different songs.

Chasing Cars; Snow Patrol

I need your grace to remind me

To find my own.

If I lay here,

If I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told,

Before we get too old,

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

How to Save a Life; The Fray

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life.

Tony Stark never once thought that Bruce Banner would be someone to commit suicide. He thought that he would keep going at trying to find a cure for his "condition." Bruce was a fighter; whether it was for himself or for others, he was a fighter. He didn't give up.

At least, that's what Tony thought.

I got low. I didn't see an end, so I put a bullet in my mouth… and the Other Guy spit it out.

Tony's heart practically stopped every time he remembered that moment. It tore him apart to know that his best friend didn't want to live. So when he invited Bruce to come and live at the tower with him, he was overjoyed to find that he accepted.

Well, not without a little persuasion...

Tony had attempted to ask nicely. He called him, asked him where he was, what he was up to. Bruce didn't sound very excited that someone outside of his little I'm-invisible-to-the-world shell had contacted him, but Tony was sure that if it had been anyone else from the team calling Bruce, the doctor would have hung up immediately. Tony knew that the doctor was fond of him. He knew that Bruce didn't mind having him around. Bruce was happy to find someone who actually liked the Hulk.

So Tony asked Bruce to come live with him at the tower, and of course, Bruce had declined. He'd sounded a bit surprised at first, wondering why the hell someone would want him to live with them, to be around them 24/7. But even when he declined, Tony kept on trying. He tried until he was literally begging. He didn't want to leave Bruce alone out in the world. He didn't care if the Hulk would spit the bullet back out if he tried it again, because that was the thing; he didn't want Bruce to try again. He didn't want Bruce to have a reason to try again.

"Please, Bruce. I'm begging you, here." Tony pleaded. "Come and live at the Stark Tower! It'd be great to have you around!"

"For the last time, Tony, no!" Bruce replied from the other end of the phone. "Sheesh, why would you want me there, anyway?"

Tony gave an exaggerated sigh of sorrow. "I'm just so lonely here, Bruce," He sniffed. "It's so horrible being here alone with all of my items and purchased objects. It's absolute torture."

Bruce snorted through the phone.

"And plus," Tony whispered, "I think Pepper is plotting to kill me. I'm going to need someone like you -no, specifically you- to protect me. I may be Iron Man, but an angry Pepper is something that I am not willing to fight on my own." He smiled.

"Tony, I'm sorry, but no. I really don't think me coming to live with you is the best idea." Bruce said pointedly.

"Bruce, you're killing me here. You've reduced me to begging. There's hardly anyone who can get me to do that. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were the first to hear me like this. And just to prove my point, I'm about to send you a picture." Tony pulled up the camera on his phone, positioned it on the table in front of him so it was pointing at him, got down on his knees and folded his hands together. He jutted his bottom lip out ever so slightly and gave the camera the best puppy-dog look he could muster. The phone snapped the picture and Tony sent it to Bruce.

"It's sent!" Tony announced into the phone.

"Yeah, I just got it." Banner mumbled.

"Wow, great signal." Tony laughed. He knew it wasn't that. He designed these cell phones that he and Bruce had to be extremely fast no matter where you were. Ah, the perks of being a genius.

"That's a great look for you," Bruce said after looking at the picture. "You should use that face more often. It's a charm."

"That means so much coming from you, my friend," Tony smirked. "Now, will you please just accept my offer to come and live with me?"

"Alright, fine."


"No." Bruce hung up.

Tony groaned loudly, hanging his head. "Bruce, why must you force this upon yourself?"

What Bruce didn't know about the phones they had was that Tony installed a tracking device in each of them. He could find where Bruce was in just a few seconds.

"What the hell are you doing in the Philippines?" Tony muttered unbelievably. He shook his head and headed towards the door. "JARVIS, fire up the suit."

"Yes, sir."

"Brucey-Boy, it's time for a surprise visit."


Tony landed in some run down town somewhere in a small part of the Philippines. He made a funny face, which was probably nothing compared to the looks the people living there were giving him. He waved an awkward hand, heading toward the building his scanner indicated Bruce was in.

Parting the shaggy curtain in the doorway, he stepped inside the small building (well, tent, really) and the first thing he saw was a very tired looking Bruce hunched over a table with some papers. He could hear soft talking in the room across from them, and he figured that it was just the family Bruce was caring for. He felt sort of bad for taking him away from helping these people.

"So, what's he got?" Tony inquired about the sick man. Bruce jumped so badly that Tony thought he might've made the shorter man piss his pants.

Bruce turned around, a horrified yet annoyed expression on his face. When his eyes landed on Tony, he relaxed his face, rolled his eyes, and groaned. "Tony, you scared the living shit out of me! What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"There is no way I'm leaving you alone. I don't care what you say; you are coming back to my tower." Tony demanded.

"No, Tony, I'm not." Bruce sighed.

"God dammit, Bruce! I already built you a room and everything!" Tony growled. He threw his hands in the air in agitation.

Banner's eyes widened. "Wait…what?"

"I cleared out one of the rooms in my tower to make it a bedroom for you. It's also a laboratory. And I made sure that it has a balcony so you can go out there for air if you're feeling pissed off or something." Tony told him bluntly.

Bruce looked awestruck. "You… You did that for me?"

"Duh," Tony stuck out his tongue. "Bruce, there is no way in hell I am ever going to leave you alone again. I know that you can control the Hulk, but I don't know how well you can control yourself."

"What do you mean by that?" Bruce cocked his head. He wasn't normally confused, but Tony had a way of doing that to him.

Tony shook his head. "I don't know how many times you've tried to kill yourself, doc, but I don't want it happening again! I can't handle losing another friend!"

Another? Bruce thought. He was curious, but now probably wasn't the best time to ask him about that.

The doctor stared at him for a moment, his eyes narrowing while Tony kept the exasperated look on his face.


Tony kept staring. When his brain processed that Bruce had actually spoken, he stood back, blinking in surprise.

"'Okay?' That's it? You're going to come with me, now?" Tony asked.

"I will. Congratulations, Mr. Stark. You've successfully persuaded Dr. Bruce Banner. Not many people can do that. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were the first." Bruce winked, quoting Tony from earlier. He began to get his things together, grabbing a few bottles and poking his head into the other room for a few seconds to hand the people in there the bottles and giving them instructions on how to use them.

He turned back to Tony, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Let's hit the road. Er, air. I don't know." Bruce blushed slightly.

Adorable, Tony thought with a smile. He almost laughed at how stupidly in love he was with this guy.

"Alright, Banner. This is probably going to be a little awkward, but you're going to have to ride on my back for the time being." Tony gestured to his back with a metal gloved hand.

"If that's how it has to be," Bruce shrugged. They walked outside. Bruce put his hands on Tony's shoulders, standing behind him. Tony grabbed Bruce's wrists, hoisting him up a little bit when he began to lift up off the ground. Bruce felt his feet leave the ground, and his heart skipped a few beats from the feeling of being elevated. Once Tony was high enough, he shot forward so Bruce was basically laying chest-down on Tony's back. His arms stayed wrapped around Tony's neck from behind, perfectly content with the position he was in.

"You alright back there?" Tony asked. Bruce lifted his head and relished the feeling of the wind rushing through it.

"I'm fine, actually. It's not that bad. It's actually kind of nice." Bruce admitted. He smiled brightly, eyes reflecting the light of the stars above them. They flew over the Atlantic Ocean, the moon creating wavers of light on the water.

"JARVIS, top speed, if you will," Tony said.

"Certainly, sir," JARVIS responded. The suit suddenly boosted its speed by… well, a lot. Bruce eventually got tired of holding his head up and set it down on Tony's shoulder. The armor wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than killing your neck.

Tony smiled softly to himself when he felt Bruce rest his head on his shoulder and his arms wrap just a little bit tighter around him.

He's probably just tired, Tony told himself, Don't get too excited. He's had it rough for a long time. He's bound to be tired a lot.

"By the way, Bruce," Tony spoke. "I'm not the first to persuade you. Natasha already took that privilege."

Bruce chuckled. "Oh, well…"


Guys, this thing took me FOREVER to write. Well, not this one chapter, but the rest of the chapters. I think there's only going to be 2 or 3, though. So once I get some reviews, I'll post the next chapter :D

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