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And here’s my edit. It’s the same, but with @angrychesticles‘s trans!Bruce.

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     Kurt has had a good day. He hasn’t run into any trouble from just walking down the street, the bamfs are in good humor, he has good music playing in his ears. Over all it’s been a rather peaceful day. So of course something has to blow up.

     He almost groans after the obvious sounds of distress from a street or so down his path. Too distracted though, the idea of people getting hurt always concerns him. He ups his pace and jumps up onto a car, using it to spring high enough that he can see where he’s teleporting. Right onto the edge of.. Whatever this event is.

     The elf wafts smoke away from his face, for once not his own, and crouches close to the ground.

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Tony looked up from the crib, over to Bruce. "Papa?"

   { 🦎 } “Uhh, hey, are you doing okay over there...? You don’t, uh... I don’t s’pose you need any help, or...?”

Tony was sprawling idly on the soft red couch in the lounge of Avengers Tower, feet kicked up on the coffee table, head lolling against the back of the sofa as he half-watched some shitty sci-fi movie through slitted eyes. He felt almost obscenely comfortable; the evening temperature was warm, the city lights were glittering through the massive windows, a bowl of popcorn was tucked beside his waist, and the movie was sufficiently terrible.

Upon hearing a familiar soft tread, Tony immediately held up the bowl, offering the perfectly buttered, perfectly salted delights. He wouldn’t be so sharing-and-caring with anyone. But there was only one other person who currently lived in the Tower full-time, and that person definitely merited popcorn.

‘Hi, honeypie,’ Tony greeted, looking up at Bruce with a quirked grin. ‘Want to sit and binge and complain about how godawful this quote-unquote movie science is?’