Tony smiled. “Alrighty then. Purple pants. And yeah, I can talk to Reed about the fabric stuff. I think we can get this done in no time. And your pants,” Tony added in.
He saved his files, got a copy on a flash-drive for Bruce and then turned to the man, a small smile on his face. “Uh… I know that this might be getting old and you’re going to start getting sick of hearing it from me but… thanks. A lot. For… this. It… means a lot and I’m really glad and relieved that you decided to give me another chance after all of that, you know? So… yeah. Ok. There that goes. I just had a moment, thank you Bruce Banner.” He gave a helpless shrug. “You bring out all the feelings in me.”
“I’m not quite sick of it yet, luckily. Last time though.” He commented a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lip. “It’s nice to know that I’m one of the few people who can get through that hard head of yours.” Bruce hesitated for a moment with his hand in the air, and rested it on Tony’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
Tony swallowed hard and nodded, because this was what he needed. These were the types of people he needed to be around and he was so freaking glad he’d found them that it took all of his breath away. He clapped a hand onto Bruce’s then they both let go, because they were bros and they could do weird intimate things, but not too weird or intimate.
“Last time,” he said softly. “I promise I’ll try.” Then he shook his head and looked up, smiling, trying to defeat the somber mood. He clapped his hands together. “So! Let’s get this show on the road shall we? Lot’s of things to do and make, people to make shit for. All that jazz.” He paused at the workbench and turned, lifting an eyebrow to Bruce. He worried his lip, because he was unsure still just how much Bruce had forgiven him as of now. He asked his question anyway.
“You ready to make some magic partner?” Because Tony didn’t know and he wanted to know and he was dying for Bruce to say yes so they could work side by side again.
Bruce felt like things were a little grim for a moment. (Count on Banner to darker the mood) Tony provided a perfect night-light for the dark, metaphorically of course. Though if it was dark, his arc reactor made a great ambient light. The only bad part was the fact that it made it difficult for Tony to sneak up on anyone.
It wasn’t a question if Bruce had forgiven Tony completely or not. The true question to ask was: Was he ready to be Tony’s friend again. And that, was a definite yes.
Bruce refrained from any outward show of agreement at first, and crossed his arms, raising a challenging eyebrow right back at Tony. For a few moments, he did that, holding his posture and cold gaze. That sort of control could have been held for ages, but Bruce had decided that poor Tony had been tortured enough. He cracked a slight grin.
“I’m always ready.”