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(fill) Bruce/Tony + Baby : You Could Be Happy

"You know, I almost miss the old you. I'd say even the big green rage monster-you was better than this."

"Don't. Just...just don't."

  Tony frowned and considered disregarding the man's wishes, but by now he was starting to know better. In the past few weeks Bruce had become incredibly unpredictable, as Tony's repair bills were of evidence. Instead, he leaned against the door frame watching his lover stare blankly out of the window, towards the city below. The lights of New York were a blur beyond the glass as the cold rain of fall fell down to earth.

  There had been a time when Tony Stark had relished in this sight. With a glass of bourbon he would eventually join his lover by the window, resting his forehead against the cool of the glass, his breath fogging up the window just enough to creep into his view, but not so much to where he couldn't enjoy being on top of the world with this man beside him. Tony remembered the first time he had brought Bruce up to this room. The man's eyes had lit up like he had never seen the city before. And perhaps he really hadn't. Not like that. Not with him.

Lately, however, Bruce had taken over this ritual without Tony, to lament a life lost .

What could have been.

  Tony brought his glass to his lips, and took a long, burning sip. As much as the sight saddened him, it enraged him as well. Bruce wasn't the only one who had lost something, but together they had gained so much. But that so much, just didn't seem enough to Bruce. And that pissed Tony off. He had sacrificed a lot to be right here, right now with Bruce. And for what? For this? For a life of feeling inadequate and unwanted? Those two things were somewhat foreign to Tony, as least in the aspect that he used to be able to pretend he wasn't those things regardless if others felt them or not. But with Bruce...well, it was just too impossible to lie to himself about his self worth when it came to that man.

  Tony swallowed the rest of his drink in one long sip, and before he could stop himself, he sent the glass flying. It hit the wall only inches away from Bruce's face and bits of glass rained down to the marble floor. It seemed to happen in slow motion, and Tony prepared himself for the inevitable.

But it never came.

  Instead, Tony watched as Bruce sighed and walked over to one of the many closets, grabbed a broom and swept up the shimmering pieces of glass now at his feet. There was a part of Tony that was disappointed. Some remembrance of the Bruce he had fallen in love with would have been nice. No matter how big, green and...disastrous that would have been. Bruce seemed to sense the disappointment and as he brushed past Tony on his way out of the room with a bag full of glass, he placed a hand on the man's shoulder, gave it a squeeze, and apologized.

        * * * *

The warmth of lips upon his own woke him from a restless sleep.

"You fell asleep on the couch."

  "Yeah, well, the couch actually likes me," Tony mumbled as he turned his back to Bruce and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. Bruce sighed and placed a firm hand on Tony's shoulder and pulled him back towards him. Tony kept his eyes shut and feigned sleep. His fake snores were absolutely ludicrous and almost, almost brought a smile to Bruce's lips. "Stop. You're acting like a child."

"That's what you want isn't it? You don't want me, or this, or..or us. You -"

  Bruce placed a large hand on Tony's mouth muffling the rest of his rant. With his other hand, he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and cocked his head. "Are you done?"

  Tony nodded, and Bruce removed his hand. "And if you think for one minute that I'm not going to -" Tony was interrupted by another large hand and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Bruce chuckled. "I should have known better than to believe you. Look..." Bruce removed his hand, leaving it hovering a few inches above the other man's mouth - just in case -
"...you're wrong you know. I do want you. And this. And us. It's just...sometimes I can't help but think there's something missing. I mean, I suppose it's just in our nature to want to have children and - "

  "Further overpopulate the earth? Yeah, great. Look, you..are a man. I..am a man. It's not going to happen. So, you can either accept that and enjoy me - and I dare say you can enjoy me in more ways that you could ever enjoy a child - or you can not accept that and go stick it to Natasha or something else incredibly second rate to me." Tony crossed his arms across his chest, and looked away from Bruce, who smiled albeit sadly. "I suppose you're right. But...if we could... have a child, would you want to? With me?"

  Tony rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Bruce. "If we were in the passionate throws of sex and somehow I miraculously impregnated you because you forgot to take your pill and grew radioactive ovaries, then yes. I suppose I would. And hopefully it wouldn't come out green and angry and kick my ass before it can even say 'Mama', which would be you, by the way."

  Bruce laughed, and it was loud and shook Tony to the core. It had been a long time since he had heard his lover sound so...happy. And while Tony might have wanted to believe he had been the force that had made him feel that way, he knew it was the thought of them having a child together. Something that really was impossible for the two men, but...

  "You have to excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back." Tony threw the blanket off of himself and called for JARVIS. Bruce watched him leave somewhat confused, then took his place on the couch, and fell asleep.

* * * * * *

"Absolutely not. I..that's asking way too much. And besides, what if my...what if it's genetic?"

  Tony made a disgusted face. "Who said you would be the one sleeping with her? She already knows I'm good in the sack, and I would hate for her to feel like she had to fake it to make you happy. With your self esteem issues and all of that. Besides, you're right. We don't know if it's genetic, though that's highly unlikely considering, but still...I'm just the better man for the job. And better looking. And you want him to be good looking right?"

"I'd like him to be healthy."

"What's all this talk about it being a him. There's a high probability we'll have a girl."

  "Miss Potts," Bruce pushed himself up from the couch he was sitting on and wrapped his arms around Miss Potts in a very tight bear hug as she entered the room.

"Don't kill her yet, she hasn't given you your baby." Tony poured himself a drink, mildly amused.

"Our baby," Bruce replied pointing around to the three of them.

"What do you mean yet?" Pepper glared.

* * * * * *

  The evening (the very late evening, as Tony would later lament) that their son was born, Bruce found himself picking Tony up from off the delivery room floor only seconds before his son entered the world. He remembers dropping Tony's body onto one of the hospital chairs, and then leaning over Pepper's bedside to take a look at what he had wanted for so very long.

"He's perfect," she cooed, pressing gentle lips to her son's forehead.

"Of course he's perfect, he's a Stark."

Bruce motioned for Tony to join him at the bed side without taking his eyes off of this miraculous child. "Banner, you mean."

"Banner? Oh, no. I fathered him. He looks just like me." Tony pointed at his son's dark hair. "He's a Stark."

  "And I just pushed him out! While you were resting peacefully on the floor, I might add," Pepper smirked at Tony who frowned. "I like Banner. It doesn't come with all the...news coverage."

"Whatever. Then I get to give him his first name."

"I can't wait to hear it," Bruce sighed.

"Ironman."

"You can't be serious?" Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tony who scooped the baby up from Pepper's arms.

"Of course I'm serious. You like that, don't you little guy?"

Bruce watched, amused, as the child proceeded to spit up all over Tony's silk shirt, and start to cry, scream and writhe in the man's arms.

"Ah, the ragemonster appears. And so soon! Fine, he's a Banner all right. Take him. I need to clean this off before I barf myself."

Tony handed the child off to Bruce, who gladly took him, and with Pepper, named him Anthony.

Because anything was better than Ironman.

And because as soon as Bruce had laid eyes on him, he had fallen in love.

He was definitely a Stark.

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thanks for reading
Aww~
So lovely =]
I really adore those two together ^^
:3 Thank you for reading. I enjoy them too!
Aw, bless paternal Bruce. :) (And Pepper is an awesome surrogate!)
:) Thanks for reading! I thought she would be the best choice
Oh my goddd this is SO CUTE.
Thank you so much! :) Im glad you enjoyed it!
Those last two lines are killer. I wish there was more of this, I'm a sucker for kidfic.
Thank you for reading, I wouldn't be opposed to continuing if you would like. If you have any prompt ideas, etc. I can work on something for you. :)