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MISTER STARK!

He rolls his eyes and runs a red light.

"You're not supposed to do that."

"Sorry Mom."

"Thought your mom was a bitch."

"Precisely."

The engineer grins smugly and Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you in a good mood."

"Is...that a bad thing?"

"Just suspicious. You're usually more..."

"Pathetic?"

"No..."

"Self-destructive?"

"Meh."

"Sexy?"

"No...just maudlin."

"Well, I am very sorry about that."

He cuts in front of someone and they screech to a halt at a stoplight.

"You're an asshole when you drive, you know that?"

He grins a shit-eating grin.

"Only when I drive?"

"I hate you."

"Hate you more."

Tony smiles that special smile at him, and Bruce pecks him on the cheek. Multiple people in cars next to them start screeching.

The engineer bats his lashes.

"Doctor Banner, don't you know I'm a married man?"

They both giggle.

"JARVIS, put on some Duran Duran."

"Oh come on," Tony whines.

"Duran Duran is amazing!"

"Not enough guitars."

"They have ample guitars."

"Or screaming. There's no screaming."

"That's because it's pop, Tony."

Simon Le Bon sings to them and Bruce hums along, mouthing the words. Tony finds the music growing on him, much to his chagrin.

Tony presses a button on the dash and the roof quickly shoots up over them. He hands Bruce a credit card and the windows tint black. He parks outside a shop.

"Wait-this is Delmar's?"

"Yeah. Can you go pick it up?"

Bruce hesitates.

"You know I avoid human interaction as much as possible."

Tony pouts.

"Please? They'll recognise me."

"They'll recognise me too."

"I know. But you're you. And I'm me."

Bruce rolls his eyes.

"Fiiine."

"Thanks babe!"

Tony sighs just as the door shuts, resting his head against the seat. He whips out his phone and texts Peter.

Tony: Hey, you guys through customs yet?"

Pete: Yeah. Just got out.

Tony: alright. See you soon

Pete: got it. Bye!

Tony: love you kid

Petey-pie: Love you too mr stark! <3