Alright, first chapter of my new Bruce/Tony story. I really hope you guys like it!


Break me

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

This wasn't what Tony had wanted!

"I hate you. I hate you, I don't care what you've done for me in the past or what you might do for me in the future, I will hate you forever!" Tony snapped into his Iron Man gear, trusting JARVIS to send the message to the intended recipient.

And, of course, the AI system pulled through. Coulson's voice filled the billionaire's ears, "It's not like I wanted this, but I have my orders!"

Reluctantly, Tony shot off a repulsor blast at who was destroying his already ruined Tower, "This is all your fault. If you hadn't shown up and freakin' shot at him, none of this would have happened! I am so going to blow up that stupid helicarrier and make sure you and Fury are on it just so I can hack into the security systems and watch you scream!"

"Well, perhaps-"

"Mute!"

This was all S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fault. If they had left Tony and Bruce alone, instead of going after the doctor, Hulk would not be rampaging on them. No, if they had kept their noses out of this, Tony would be showing Bruce his lab by now. He would be showing off his experimental suits and watching Bruce talk to JARVIS with the same little sparkle in his eye that he had when working with him on the helicarrier.

He wouldn't be throwing weapons at his new best friend; that was for sure.

"Come on, Brucey, either follow me or calm down!" Tony groaned, trying to direct the enormous green rage monster away from civilians and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

He took the bait. Hulk leapt after the flying metal man, missing only by an inch or so. Iron Man let out a yelp and shot off, keeping his eyes on the Hulk and never once turning away from him. His plan almost worked, too.

Almost.

Tony'd been able to lead him about half way through Central Park when Hulk finally caught him. With a satisfied growl, the big guy turned and slammed him into the ground. Tony let out a shout of pain when he got the same treatment he was certain that Loki had been given. He was tossed around like a rag doll, pulling up dirt and grass and feeling parts of his suit break off with the sheer force of Hulk's blows.

"JARVIS!" he shouted before hitting the ground once again, his vision blacking for a moment. Luckily, his AI was smart and knew what he wanted. As soon as Tony's vision returned, he pushed a hand at Hulk and a blast fired at him. Hulk growled and dropped him, stumbling back. Tony fell to the ground and began to pull himself up as fast as he could. Which wasn't very fast at all. His suit was drained already and he was in a lot of pain.

This was all S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fault.

Fury would definitely be getting a virus through his systems via Stark Industries. The helicarrier would get a brand new automated vocal system, replaced with a nice female voice that purred lowly small things about how handsome or beautiful a person was and never really did what it was ordered. And he might as well switch up a couple commands. Change the intercom system to an awesome Nyan Cat button that filled all the screens and intercoms with the Pop Tart cat and its song. And he knew he could count on Clint to help him replace their food supply with nothing but overcooked blueberry muffins. He'd have Steve and Natasha bake them, too, since he knew that their baking always ended up in something that could be used as a lethal weapon.

He was torn from his thoughts when a huge green hand grabbed him.

"Oh, this is gonna hurt…"

"Bruce, I'm fine, really."

"Tony, you're in a hospital bed!" Bruce told him, "How can you possibly think of that as fine?"

Tony smiled, "Well, I could've let you kill the people who shot you. Those jerks would've deserved it, firing at you for no freakin' reason. When I get out of here I am shoving my foot so far up Cou-"

"Tony."

The billionaire smiled at Bruce, "Yes, darling?"

"You are the most self-destructive man I have ever known in my entire life. There is no way I am staying at your Tower, I'll just end up killing someone."

Tony grabbed Bruce's arm, ignoring the pain that it caused, "No, please. Please don't leave." Tony was actually begging, "Bruce, I promise, I won't let anything bad happen. I can take a few hits, really. It'll probably help with the ego problem Pepper says I have. Please."

Bruce looked at Tony, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Then stay and I'll help you learn to deal with the big guy. Maybe you can even learn to like him. Please, Bruce. Please."

The look in Tony's eyes was that of a starved and beaten dog being offered a bit of food. He was scared and hopeful and the look just stabbed straight through Bruce's heart.

"Fine."