Title: Of ice cream and monstrous cars
Rating: G
Word count: 600
Summary: Tony and Bruce go for some ice cream.
A/N: For nessaniel's birthday, inspired by these pics. In case you're wondering, with Star Trek insignia I meant the A on the back of Tony's car ^^. Written at work, so not beta-read.
Disclaimer: If life was a dream, I would own this. It's not, so The Avengers belong to Marvel, Disney and Paramount.



"Bruce! Over here!" Tony waves and flashes his patented grin, the one that looks so good on magazines and in TV interviews, the one that costs him more than he would ever admit to be as white and perfect as it is.

Bruce hunches his shoulders, and the ghost of a smile plays over his features as he looks to the ground. Tony grins brightens even more as the other man comes to a stop before him, brown eyes twinkling.

"So, how was Yoga? How can you even stand it? I tried it, once, but it's so boring, really, how can you sit on a mat for two hours and not get distracted?"

Bruce shrugs his shoulders, falling into step with Tony like they always do without thinking about it. "It keeps me calm."

Tony chuckles as he wraps an arm around Bruce's shoulders, his fingers squeezing into Bruce's neck. "You'd better keep it up then."

Bruce only smiles tiredly at that.

They walk towards the Acura, Tony already rummaging through the pocket of his jacket, as he says: "Did you see my article in "Physics Monthly"? Everyone thinks it's brilliant. Took me about half an hour to write that shit."
"I know, I heard you last night."

Tony remembers how he left the bedroom and Jarvis flashing him the note that the deadline was coming up. Remebers how he looked back at the bed, at the body lying there, at brown hair against a white pillow. How he'd wanted to go back and snuggle up to that body, and how he ended up typing an article he didn't even care about.

"I also heard you cursing for another three hours." He can hear Bruce's grin without seeing it, and slaps him lightly on the back.

"That was only because the server was down."
"Sure."
"What? You think it takes me almost four hours to come up with pseudo-scientific bullshit? I'm a genius, and you know that."

Bruce sporfles, raises his fist in mock celebration and shouts, "My boyfriend is a genius. Lucky me!"

Pigeons take off in startled flight as Bruce's voice echoes through the park, and Tony can't help but laugh at the looks the other people give them.

"I think you almost gave that old lady over there a heartattack."
Bruce turns, a bright smile on his face. "Sorry!" The old lady in questions, still clutching her chest, gives him a scolding look, and Tony tightens his grip on Bruce's arm as they both start laughing.

He holds open the door to the Acura, waving at Bruce to get in.
"So, ice cream. How about ice cream? Do you like ice cream? Stupid question, every one does. What is it for you, vanilla? Are you a vanilla kind of guy? I wouldn't think so, but what makes your mouth water?"

Bruce rests his head on the seat and heaves a sigh. "Can't you just get this monstrum to the ice cream parlour?"

Tony clutches his chest in mock indignation. "Monstrum? This is a great car. My car. It even got my name on the plate."

"I noticed. I also noticed the Star Trek insignia."
"Star Trek insignia? What are you trying to do, kill me or break up with me? Don't answer that!"

Bruce chuckles as Tony starts the car, and Tony can't help it, he leans over and plants a kiss on a stubbly cheek. Bruce pries one eye open, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You wanted ice cream, remember?"

Tony flops back into his seat. "We can get that later"