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Bruce had almost fallen to sleep when his phone buzzed, he turned over in his bed and looked at it like it was offending him by ringing. muttering something under his breath about, better be Jess or Tony or that phone is getting chucked across the room before he picked it up and checked the message. He smiled at it groggily, Bruce typed a sleepy reply, -illl take what i can get :F - he sent back, eyelids drooping as he typed.

Tony played guitar for another several minutes before his rumbling tummy refused to let him ignore it any longer. He set his guitar back on his stand and got dressed, trying to figure out what he felt like having. Pizza, he finally settled. The highschooler left his room and went down the stairs. "Dad! Hey, Dad!" he tried calling out, but the man was obviously still downstairs. Tony huffed and pulled out his phone. -Sometimes I think my dad would be happier if I starved.- he complained, sending it along to Bruce. He had been amused by the other student's previous answer, wondering to himself if Bruce really meant it, that he /would/ like to see him naked. 'He said he doesn't do relationships,' he reminded himself, rolling his eyes at his own train of thought as he headed down the second flight of stairs to get to the basement. Once there he crept up to the laboratory door and knocked on it gently, not wanting to be too disruptive (he'd caused an explosion once that way before, or at least his dad had blamed him for it happening). He didn't hear anything, so he knocked again a little louder. "What is it, Tony?" his father's irritated voice finally sounded behind the thick door. "Can I get pizza?" the 17-year old asked. "Of course you can; you don't have to always ask," the man responded and Tony felt his shoulders slump. "Yeah, okay," he responded before going to trudge back up the stairs, already dialing his favorite pizza-joint from his cell.

Bruce ate his pop tarts in a few quick bites, venturing back out into the kitchen momentarily to grab more medicine so he could sleep without hurting himself and then setteling himself onto the couch in his bedroom, figuring he would be less likely to just up and fall asleep there. He looked at his phone waiting patiently to buzz, and when it did he smiled,promptly opening the message. -you don’t even want to know.-he penned back, in complete honesty.

Tony had to admit he was curious to know more, but he didn't press it. -Yeah, maybe another time.- he sent. As an afterthought he added -I'm really excited about tomorrow.-

Bruce just laughed, -is there a friendship for dummies, or better yet socially enept geeks I could read, or should I just go back to kindergarten and try harder this time?- he asked before realizing that laughing hurt, badly and stopping.

Tony laughed as well; the doorbell rang. He typed back quickly. -Not that I know of. Just a sec, pizza's here!- He hurried to the door, salivating.

bruce’s eyes fluttered open when his phone buzzed, right, he reminded himself, awake. not asleep. -do you mind being attack hugged?- he responded, pinching himself in an effort to stay awake.

The left side of Tony's lip crinkled in amusement. -I'll take that as a yes, you would like me to bring you leftover pizza for breakfast. As for attack-hugs, I could go for one of those.- he sent off, setting the phone off to the side to remove a slice of pizza, the hot cheese forming strands as he pulled it away from the rest. They got the cheese /just right/ at this place, seriously. He took a monster-sized bite.

Bruce let himself relax a little when he read the message, -ill see you tomorrow?, key is under the mat, my room is straight down the hallway when you walk in, all the way at the end, only door in the middle.- he responded slinking his way over to his bed and curling up into a ball so that he could sleep.

Tony read the message and went ahead and powered his phone off, seeing as he wouldn't be needing it the rest of the night. He sat and munched a couple more slices, but stopped so there would be plenty to share with his new friend tomorrow morning, closing the box and taking it to the fridge. He then went back up to his room, plugged his phone in to charge, and fiddled with some circuitry he'd borrowed from his father's lab-- he was trying to engineer a small remote-like device that would screw with the teachers' overhead projectors as a school prank. Before he knew it, it was two in the morning, and he realized he only had four hours before he had to be up. Tony put his stuff away and asked JARVIS, the home-automation system, to shut off the lights he'd left on downstairs as well as his bedroom. With that, he crashed into bed, not bothering to change out of his day clothes or get under the covers.

bruce was woken up one more time, by alex coming in and telling him he was going to be late to school only to be greeted by a flying projectile thrown at her head and a harsh reminder that he had a ******** broken rib and a chance to sleep in on a friday and she should leave before he woke up completly. bruce kicked off the blankets, laying in his boxers, no longer overwhelmed with heat sprawled on his back over the entire bed falling back into a slumber quickly.

A few minutes later he was ready to go. Tony put his phone and keys in his pocket and threw some things into his backpack in case entertainment was sparse, remembering to grab the pizza box on his way out. "Your father wishes you a good day at school today," JARVIS told him. Tony snorted, brown eyes rolling. "Sure, that's why he couldn't say it himself in person," he rebuked snidely, slamming the door connected to the garage. He took the cover off his mustang and hopped in, backing out and zooming off down the road. He used the map on his phone to guide him to Bruce's address, arriving there just a few minutes later and parking on the curb. It wasn't the most lavish abode, he noticed, but he wasn't judging what with the fact his father owned the nicest house in town. He got out and went up to the porch, picking up the mat to discover the key, just as Bruce had said. He slipped it into the lock and let himself in as quietly as possible.

bruce groaned “I swear alex i am going to murder you, i dont have to be up till 6:30” he said tossing a pillow in the direction of the door. bruce was not a morning person, at all. he easily went trough 30 alarm clocks a year, and if he didnt want to wake up, well you had to be pretty important to get him up. “just go away, i told you im not getting up till tony gets here” he mumbled into the sheets baraly coherent.

Tony just barely caught the pillow flying at his head considering he was already juggling a pizza and his backpack. His grin was absolutely enormous that Bruce was mumbling about him. "Man, I'm glad I'm not Alex," he laughed, sensing the girl often invoked his wrath in the earlier parts of the day.