Masquerade

Chapter 2

I wake up to a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist. For a moment I'm confused as to where I am, then I realize. Bruce.

I look up and find him staring at me, a smile plastered across his face. "Good morning beautiful." He slowly leans forward and kisses my forehead.

"Good morning," I giggle, "Were you staring at me?"

"I was." He nods, pulling me close to him. "Problem?"

"Not at all." I smile, slowly bringing my hand up to his messy curls. I play with them a bit, enjoying the silence. I feel his thumbs grazing my hips, chills echoing through my body.

"Want some breakfast?" Bruce sits up, yawning.

"But I'll be here, all alone. No one to cuddle with. Staring out those big windows, by myself." I sigh, scooting farther into the pillows.

"I'll make pancakes, and put strawberries on them." He suggests.

"Lets go right now!" I suddenly sit up, smiling at him.

"Alright sweetie." Bruce scoots off the bed and grabs my hand, pulling me into the kitchen. I sometimes forget that Tony had designed this tower so that each person had his or her own floor, equipped with everything. Bruce pulls the mix out and we start throwing everything together, making only a slight mess. I cut the strawberries while he flips the jacks, brining them to a golden brown.

Once everything's complete, we sit in the dining room, enjoying the silence.

"These are the best damn pancakes I have ever eaten." I say, sticking another fork-full in my mouth.

"Why thank you, miss Ashlynn." Bruce smiles, nodding slightly at me. The sun sets a slight glare across his glasses, and I squint slightly at him.

"I just realized, you have that serum down in the lab, and I'm keeping you from working on it. I'm so sorry-"

"Hey, hey. Calm down!" Bruce laughs a bit, holding his hand out to me. "Its fine. I was gonna go down later and work on it anyways. Don't apologize. Besides, you're the best distraction I've had in a long time."

I nod, smiling at him. He gets up and grabs the plates. I follow him into the kitchen, picking up the mess we left. After a good half hour, everything's cleaned up, and we head back into Bruce's room. Bruce hops in the shower, so I ask J.A.R.V.I.S. to play some of my music. Five minutes later, it stops, and my ringtone starts playing.

"Incoming call from Mr. Stark, ma'am. Would you like to answer it?" Jarvis asks.

"I guess." I sigh, falling onto the bed.

"Where are you?" Tony says the second the call connects.

"Hi to you to, and that depends." I say.

"Well, I've got all your stuff from that stupid apartment. Clothes, little bit of furniture, it's all here." Tony buffs, sounding proud.

"Seriously?" I sit up, my eyes wide.

"Yes, seriously. I've got a spare floor I'm going to put you in. Well, not spare. The one I had designed for you but you refused. So now's your chance to use it."

"Who's on the phone?" Bruce asks, walking out of the bathroom.

"Is that Bruce?" Tony asks.

"Its just Tony." I look over, shaking my head.

"What's he want?"

"I'm sorry,but you didn't answer me. Your with Bruce? That's where you spent your night?"