long overdue

[watchesthewatchers]

It's Ricki's little ramshackle apartment, but there Peter is one morning, perched on the loveseat, reading a file, waiting for Bruce Wayne to arrive.

He has a gun, but tucked out of sight, not on his person. Just in case.

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[profiteering]

"I know that now. I mean I kinda knew it when I told him I wanted him to fuck me with a gun and he had one of my high end models...but uh, I'm not used to being careful. Not for other people."

He shrinks back a little.

"I'm working on it."

[watchesthewatchers]

"Bruce Wayne took my gun."

He complains, quietly.

"Make me a new one?"

[profiteering]

"Give me the specs on paper and I'll get on it."

He loves making him things.

"How do you feel? Can you make it to my bed?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"Mmhm."

He agrees, straightening up a little.

"Bruce is eavesdropping outside the door."

[profiteering]

"He is-? How do you know?"

Spy talents fascinate him. Tony is too lost in his own head most of the time to notice the things that Peter does.

[watchesthewatchers]

"Educated guess."

He says, smiling, as Bruce pokes his head in.

"Need help into bed?"

[profiteering]

Tony nods and holds an arm out to him as if he's the one who's injured.

"Did you know my boy is psychic, Bruce?"

And he grins at Peter.

"You want us both to crash with you, right?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"If you don't mind."

He looks up at Bruce, anxiously, who nods back at him, smiling.

"Of course not. Whose bed?"

[profiteering]

"Mine."

Tony's bed is huge. He had upsized after his last encounter with Hulk, just as a little show of welcome.

"You fill Bruce in on what happened."

[watchesthewatchers]

"Bruce Wayne came upon me at Ricki's house, and thought I was there to coax him into something else dangerous. We fought badly."

Shrugging.

"I broke my wrist- not intentionally on his part. I said terrible things to him and now I'm not to go back to Gotham, or speak to Ricki again."

[profiteering]

That very last part is news.

"Okay wait is that Ricki's request or yours?"

[watchesthewatchers]

"If I show up in Gotham again, I get a year in a wheelchair. If I toy with Ricki again, I live out the rest of my days in a hospital bed, wishing he'd killed me."

He recalls, with a wry smile.

"I'm sure anger made the threats more colourful."

[profiteering]

Tony looks at Bruce, uncharacteristically and dangerously quiet.

"Let's get to bed."

He has no intention of staying there, but Peter needs to lie down.

[watchesthewatchers]

"I may have told him he's very good at getting the people he loves killed."

Full disclosure. Peter is spending an awful lot of time looking at the ceiling.

Bruce winces, visibly.

[profiteering]

"You didn't tell me that part."

Tony doesn't sound upset, because in his estimation it's true and what's done is done anyway. But he knows that his Bruce has similar issues.

[watchesthewatchers]

"He told me I dragged Ricki into war zones, I implied he was physically abusive. He dislocated my finger, I fired a warning shot past his ear. It was about as bad as it's possible to get."

[profiteering]

"...Yeah."

He coughs, and scrambles for a bright side so he'll be able to stay calm.

"You didn't shoot him and he didn't do whatever a non-fatal ninja does."

[watchesthewatchers]

"No. But Christmas may need to be a little less- everyone."

Is his caveat.

[profiteering]

"It's your day."

He promises.

"Oh, Bruce. His birthday, Christmas."

[watchesthewatchers]

"That's sweet. Our Christmas angel."

Bruce promises, setting an arm about him, fingertips brushing Tony's side.

"Bedtime."

[profiteering]

He has an arm still around Peter, and looks up to smile at Bruce. His temper is fraying.

"Come on, pet."

They get to the bed, and Tony gets Peter some clothes--they're not quite Peter's size (Tony is a lot shorter).

[watchesthewatchers]

It's mostly a lot of bare ankle poking out from under the cotton pants. He passes out immediately, and Bruce is already moving to get Tony off the bed, out of the room, before he blows.

[profiteering]

They go to the living room, where no noise will wake Peter.

Tony stalks to the minibar to put the glasses and decanter away.

"I'm not just going to let Ricki be kept away."

[zen_en_vert]

"Mm."

Says Bruce, waiting for the momentum to pick up, going to go get the fire going.

[profiteering]

"This is bullshit. What, is he suddenly monogamous? Is he forcing Ricki to be?"

It's not all on Wayne. He knows that; it's clear by the way he draws his breath and straightens up, like he's reining himself in.

"They're friends. They're our friends, too. ...He broke his wrist!"