Peter Parker... Stark?

Epilogue

(AN: This epilogue was requested by NoobGaming24610, so you can thank them!)

Bruce was in the med bay analyzing some of Peter's latest test results when the protocol was activated. Metal shielding slid down over each glass wall and the sole door, and Bruce was left to sit in the med bay alone, fighting to keep his emotions in check as he worked to slow his heart rate. The other guy didn't like being jump scared.

With a sigh, Bruce stood up and pressed his palms against his eyes. "Friday, what's going on? What's the Pest Control Protocol for?"

As Friday briefed him on the situation, he pushed aside the charts he'd been marking up and crossed the room towards the barricaded door. He looked closely at the metallic material, gently running his fingers along it to try and get some idea of it's composition--or in other words, if they'd been Hulk-proofed. If they hadn't, he could potentially smash his way out and go help with whatever was going on outside.

Then again, if they had, letting the big guy take control would most likely result in the destruction of the med bay. Besides, he and Hulk weren't necessarily getting along swell at the moment anyway. Bruce didn't know if he could get Hulk to show his face if he tried.

With nothing better to do and desperately needing to take his mind off the worrying silence from the team, he focused on reorganizing the med bay. Its layout had bothered him ever since he'd arrived. Medicine and prescriptions were scattered throughout the various cabinets (although thankfully the meds were all labelled properly), and other medical supplies seemed to have been haphazardly given spaces in the cupboards to call home.  

About an hour into his forced cleaning spree, Bruce lifted a small plastic bin off the counter below the messiest of the cabinets and sent something falling to the ground. With a grunt, he set the bin back down so that he could retrieve the object that had dropped. 

It was a card, laying facedown on the clean white tile. That wasn't an entirely unusual find in a med bay--people often brought "Get Well Soon" cards in to their loved ones, and considering the amount of traffic the med bay had experienced over the last few months, it wasn't hard to imagine that one would get left behind. He turned it over with a small smile on his face, but paused when he saw the front.

The words Moo-chas Grass-ias were on the front in big green letters, and below them was a corny cartoon of a cow munching on a large mouthful of grass. His curiosity piqued, Bruce flipped the card open. There was a singular handwritten message inside.

Bruce, 

I know you said that living in the Tower was payment enough for all you've done for my family, but I think that this is one of those times where your opinion is crap. But I am being 100% serious when I tell you, thank you. Thank you for helping me hold my broken family together. I promise I'll find a way to repay you better than this cheesy dollar store card.

Tony.

P.S. No card-backs

Bruce wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the card or let his softer emotions take control over Tony's sincerity. Either way, he didn't have long to dwell on it as Friday's voice sprang up. "Dr. Banner, Boss is attempting to contact you. Shall I patch him through?"

"Yeah--yes, yes Friday! Put him through!" Bruce stammered, setting the card aside.

"Banner, can you hear me?" Tony's voice was panicked, and he was breathing heavily as though he'd been running for miles on end.

"Loud and clear, Tony. Are you okay?" Bruce asked, but he already knew that something was wrong. Tony never sounded like this unless something bad had happened.