It had been two days since the most awkward day of Bruce and Tony's lives. Well, perhaps that was not a whole truth. Bruce Banner would have many awkward moments throughout his high school career and through college and his "Hulking-out" days to come, etc. etc. Tony Stark on the other hand would be met with lesser, semi-awkward moments such as forgetting a chick's name after spending a hardcore night together or that one time at his fourteenth birthday party when he got so wasted after his father didn't show up that he proceeded to vomit all over Obadiah's fancy Armani suit. Although Banner and Stark's situations and circumstances were entirely separate in nature, they would always share that moment. That brief moment of mutual bliss as their lips met and clung to each other like Velcro, the taste of Tony's lips sobering Bruce up, only to be brutally pulled apart by the Banner boy's weak stomach. Bruce didn't mind the awful sensation of retching but he cursed it for taking away Tony Stark's taste from his mouth and his aroma from his nostrils. Goddamn Stark's abominable alcoholic beverages and really really good Thai food. "Oh yeah," Bruce added to his list of damnations aloud, "Fuck Tony Stark's wonderful fucking lips."
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The Science Of Destruction ( Science Bros AU)
FanfictieA Science Bros High School AU. Read with caution. Feels and heartache and eternal blushing could be side effects of reading this fanfic.
