Uni, Beer and Science

Rogers.

A/N: Bit of a flashback :) WARNING: Tis a long part, and contains much feels.

I made myself a coffee, and Tony a cup of tea for when he woke up. It seemed to work though. I would wake up at 7 to work on my assignments and make Tony a cup of tea. He would then get out of bed at around 9, and he would tell me to calm down and have some fun. We would then play a game like Monopoly or just watch some TV. Then we'd have to go to a lecture and the morning had begun. Perfection.

This morning was exactly the same, except Tony wouldn't get off of his phone. "Something interesting on there?" I asked, trying to hug him over the sofa as I handed him his tea. He turned the screen off and said, "Oh nothing. What time is your lecture?" I sat beside him and laughed. "At 10 like it is every single morning?" He stayed silent again and drank his tea.

The day went by slowly as his strange behavior chiseled away at me. What was wrong with him? Had I done something? After a day of Gamma radiation education, I was sat in the cafe with Clint. The next thing I know, a loud bang echoes from the glass paneling which tony had broken through when we first properly met. Out of natural human curiosity, I looked for the source of the noise. I dropped my cup of coffee on the floor when I saw Steve Rogers kissing my Tony.

"Oh Bruce," Clint whispered. His voice was barley audible as my ears went numb. My eyes fixed onto Tony. My brain forgot how to function. Before I stopped to think clearly and take appropriate action like any aspiring scientist, I ran around the corner and into the conference room where Tony was. I paused to look at him, to see if he was enjoying the moment. I couldn't tell because of Rogers' mop of blonde hair. "You liar!" I yelled. "You absolute, shitting, cow-bag, song-of-a-bitch liar!" Steve turned to face me, and blocked Tony from my view. 

Steve Rogers was a rugby fanatics and was probably the most buff person on campus. He was also much taller than 6ft, compared to me being 5ft8". "Get away from my boyfriend," I said through gritted teeth. Steve just grinned. "It just so happens your boyfriend doesn't like you anymore." He said. My heart didn't just shatter, it melted, exploded, internally combusted until i didn't exist. "Say something else so I can punch your irritating face." He laughed at me and stepped forwards. A small crowd had gathered outside the room, but I couldn't see for looking.

"Tony has been texting me for days. He asked me to come and see him. He begged me for a way to get rid of you." I felt my fists curling up into tight balls of fury. "I hate you!" I ran at him and landed a punch directly on his nose. Blood started to trickle down his face and he seemed shocked at the force of my fist. "What's the matter wimp?" I taunted him. "Never seen me angry? Nah, you're right; you haven't. This is me angry!" I walloped his jaw and  heard it dislocate. He fell onto his knees with the sharp pain, but I was blinded by my anger. 

I hit him again, this time my hands were locked together and they came crashing down on the back of his head. Steve flopped unconscious onto the conference room floor. Lecturers and tutors started to run into the room with us as I started to hit Rogers' face over and over again. It took four people to literally lift me off of him. I didn't bother looking back at Tony. I was so confused at the whole thing. I wanted to hurt him so badly, just like I had Steve but I felt bad for thinking like that. "I'm sorry," I mumbled to the staff calming me down in the first aid room. "Sorry, sorry, sorry." The pain from my hands finally seeped into reality and I saw properly again. My knuckles were raw and bleeding. My hair was messy. My legs felt like glucose. Always the scientist. Apart from when anger takes over.