Rise Like A Phoenix

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with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

Tony hadn’t been sure what had just happened or what he’d just said.  Yeah, they’d kissed in the past and Tony was always touching Bruce as much as the other scientist would allow.  But this level of initiation from Bruce was so new and Tony was completely delighted.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tony said. “I had them build a wood fire oven for this.  Gotta give my husband the best of the best.”

When everyone was seated and eating happily, Natasha stood up and clinked her glass.  “Alright, I figure, while you’re all eating I have a captive audience.  I might give a speech,” she said.  “I have known Clint a very long time now.  I was in trouble when we met.  My past isn’t exactly squeaky clean and - well - Clint had been sent to take care of me.  He did take care of me, but not in the way they had intended him to.  He became my best friend in the whole world.  I’ve been by his side through good times and bad.  Through new friendships and failed relationships.  We’ve eaten cold pizza on the couch together and fought off alien attacks.  Clint is so damn talented, but he’s also a magnet for things getting messed up.  He always seems to have bruises and band-aids on.  I cannot tell you how many times I’ve sat with him while he’s gotten stitches or had an x-ray to check for broken ribs.  He’s a human disaster.  In fact, these days, anytime someone really messes shit up and gotten themselves hurt, I call it Clinting.  Did you cut your finger because you stuck it through a bagel while you cut it?  You Clinted.  Did you fall through a manhole cover because you weren’t looking where you were going?  You Clinted.”   She looked over at Clint and held up her hand in the ASL for ‘I love you’.

“But there’s something Clint does that outshines his ability to get injured, or even his archery, and that’s seeing the best in people and drawing it out of them.  He did that with me, and I think he’s done it with Tony.  You see, when I met Tony, he was a bigger mess than Clint ever has been.  He was drunk a lot.  Hitting on everyone.  Not wanting to settle down.  Pushing everyone away.  And moving very rapidly to an early grave.  I don’t think Tony was at all prepared for the hurricane that was Clint Barton to come in.  He’s mellowed since they started hooking up.  He’s more willing to accept people’s care.  He listens more.  And look at him now, an actual married man.  I bet you never exected that to happen when I met you, did you, Tony?” 

Tony shook his head.

“So maybe I got it wrong.  Clinting isn’t doing something dumb and getting hurt.  I think it’s so much better than that.  Clinting is seeing the best in a person, and having just the right amount of patience, care, and humor, to draw it out and make them a better person, and here is the prime example of Clinting right now, because Tony and Clint and meant for each other.  I love seeing them both so happy.  So I ask you all to raise your glasses in a toast to the happy couple and this very exciting new lives, and to getting Clinted.” 

Steve couldn't help but kick his fangs at the request. Normally he wouldn't take blood if he didn't need it. After all his restraint was hard won. But Bucky? Bucky always smelled tantalizing. Warm and so alive. It made his fangs ache.

He pulled Tony against him and kissed him hard. They weren't the best at emotions... But he hoped he did a better job of conveying how much he adored Tony, appreciate everything his boyfriend did for him. Bruce was lucky to have Tony, not for his money but rather that Tony cared for them both.

The kiss took Tony completely by surprise, and for a moment, he was so shocked he didn’t even react.  As soon as it clicked into place what was going on, he wrapped his arms around Bruce’s shoulders and tilted his head, parting his lips and kissing back, carefully matching the passion that Bruce set.  He hummed contentedly and brushed his fingers through Bruce’s hair.

When Bruce finally pulls back, he chases his lips.  Thankfully it’s just a small scolding before they’re kissing again.

Tony hummed, leaning into Bruce’s touch.  He’s so incredibly nice to be on the receiving end of that kind of physical intimacy.  He craved it.  His scalp prickled under Bruce’s fingers and his eyelashes fluttered.

“Alright, honey,” he said, leaning into him. “We can try it out.  I’ll buy up something derelict, Hulk can knock it down and we can figure out what to do with it after that.  We can mix it up.  Do stuff for profit, and do stuff for the community.”

He pulled Tony against him and kissed him hard. They weren't the best at emotions... But he hoped he did a better job of conveying how much he adored Tony, appreciate everything his boyfriend did for him. Bruce was lucky to have Tony, not for his money but rather that Tony cared for them both.