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Answering Machine meme

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I feel like your favorite toy.

You're not a toy, Bruce. Any more than you're a weapon or science experiment.

I know. I mean, I trust you to already think so.

Good. I'm glad. Because I do.

Just get here so I can give you a hug already. Or try to.

Gimme five minutes. I'm leaving the store now.

I'm hanging up until you get here. Incentive.

All right. Be there soon.

[ And the connection ends. ]

[ Really wishing he hadn't done that, the desert is only so-so as far as entertainment value goes during the interim. ]

[ It really is only five minutes. Almost on the dot, in fact. Without fanfare, Tony drops out of the sky, a large plastic bag held in one gauntleted hand. He lands a few feet away from Bruce, and when he straightens up, he flips up the faceplate of the armor and holds up the bag. ]

Delivery for Bruce Banner.

[ Stepping up near Bruce, he gives him a bland smile, feigning a lack of recognition. ]

You wouldn't happen to know where I can find him, would you, sir?

[ Watching Iron Man swoop in, the dramatic flourish is somewhat hampered by that plastic bag. It does, however, draw a smile out of Bruce as he gathers his tattered waistband and heads over. ]

He got picked up by this flashy guy in red, I guess.

[ One-armed, he pulls him in for that promised hug, cold metal be damned. ]

It's good to see you, Tony.

[ It's got to be uncomfortable. Tony's never tried hugging himself, but he's touched the metal plates. They're certainly not appropriate for hugs. So he's careful as he loosely curves his free arm around Bruce's shoulders. ]

Good to see you too. I didn't keep you waiting too long, I hope?

[ He offers him the bag. ]

There's a bottle of water and a granola bar in there too. I thought you might need them.

[ Careful not to pat anything that might go off (whoops, jets) he extricates himself and wanders back over to the nearby rocks to get changed, leaning on them to balance shucking off his clothes. He does it side-on, at least. ]

Thanks, but I might hold off eating until we get back. I wouldn't want to start something I couldn't finish.

[ Alley-OOP, on with the pants. ]

[ Contrary to public opinion, Tony is a decent guy. When Bruce goes to change, he does not stare at him. Instead, he works on getting himself out of the suit, which is as easy as pushing a button and letting it retract in on itself and fold itself up into an easy portable shape. ]

It's not that big of a granola bar.

[ Removing a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, he puts them on and checks his watch. ]

A car should be here in about ten minutes to take us to the airport.

[ God bless clean clothes and God bless his red and gold delivery service. Rolling up his sleeves, Bruce shakes his head. ]

It's not that. It's more ... I don't want to open up that kind of an appetite and be hungry all the way home. I can wait.

[ He does crack the water though, taking a long draw before offering it over. ]

[ Tony waves it away. He's only been flying. Bruce has been stuck in the desert for how long. He needs it more than Tony does. ]

I'm fine. Drink up.

[ Glancing away, he checks for the telltale sign of dust rising in the wake of a traveling car. So far, no dice. ]

We'll get food at the airport. Or on the plane if the airport's shit. Anything you want.

Thanks, again.

[ Doesn't need telling twice to finish that water off. The granola bar is slid in a back-pocket as he watches Tony, the novelty of having someone around after a handful of self-induced months of exclusion is still hard to shake off. As a result, though, he finds himself picking up on small gestures and filing them away for later. It's nice to know he remembers Tony clearly. ]

... Well, this is. Surreal.

[ Hanging out in the desert. Woo. ]

[ He gives an easy, casual shrug like it's no big thing. It's not really that big of a thing for him anyway. He's rich. He's got a lot of free time on his hands. And he has a supersonic flying machine. It's all in a day's work, really. ]

What, chilling in the desert with a guy you sometimes work with? Here. Come on. Walk with me a little. The car will be here soon.

Sort of. [ Chilling with anyone after a Hulk Out, really. ] I didn't even want to come to Mexico, originally.

[ Falling into step at Tony's side. ]

No?

[ He glances over, eyebrows rising over the top of his sunglasses. ]

Where were you trying to go?

Colombia. It would have been a direct route, if I hadn't got distracted and ran so far off course.

[ Carding aside his hair to get the dirt out as they walk. ]

What's in Colombia?

[ Tony doesn't visit South America much, but at the moment, he's trying to remember if he's heard anything that would make it a noteworthy place to visit. ]

Peace and quiet. A dichotomy to what happened in Manhattan with the Chitauri, mostly. Somewhere to meditate and get us back into a set rhythm.

What's wrong with Colorado? They're all about self-help and meditation and getting in touch with your inner you out there. Why do you need to leave the country?

I like Colombia.

[ It's very green, good for hiding at length. ]

It doesn't matter now, you're actually pretty good for keeping the Other Guy in check. All of you were. I've never ... known him to feel half the things he did during that attack.

I think he enjoys punching Thor, too. The memory's fuzzy.