[A BannerStark FanFic] More than just Science: Sparks

MTJS: Chapter 8

The ding of a bell went off as Tony walked through the doors of his favorite casual dining place in New York, 'Gerald's kebab and shwarma'. "Hey Gerald." Tony said as he sat at the bar counter seats. "The usual." He ordered.

The billionaire sighed to himself, taking out his phone and looking at the pictures he took of Bruce secretly during meetings and such. There were a couple of those where Bruce caught him and covered his face, which made Tony smile down at his phone. Soon the server came over with his usual order of food.

"Why the sad face, mister rich man?" The owner with a thick Italian accent asked, as he poured Tony his beer. Tony looked up and scoffs. "Its nothing, Gerald. Just usual rich man stuff." He banters back at the owner. "I see your face and I can tell. It is love, my friend." Gerald chuckled as he wipes the table. "What gave it away?" Tony said with a mouthful. "Your eyes...and your mouth..." The owner said the latter with a cringe of the face as Tony practically shoved the food in his mouth. "My friend, my shwarma help a little, you want real help...you have to be a man! Tell them you love them! Show them you love them! Grow some balls eh?!" He said and pat Tony on the shoulder. "Order up!" Said a server from the other end of the bar counter. "Grow some eh!" Gerald said, holding his fist in front of Tony before chuckling heartily and walking off.

Tony sighed as he looks down at his plate. "Easier said than done, my friend." He muttered to himself. After finishing his meal, he paid and tip before leaving. Getting into his car, he decided to head back home and sit down with Banner and talk things through. Hopefully things would go well, even if their feeling were not mutual, they could talk things out like adult or even as scientists.

Upon reaching home, J.A.R.V.I.S notified Tony that the doctor had just left the building and went out. Tony frowns as he looks out the windows that was displaying a full breath-taking view of the sun setting on New York City. "He never leaves before taking in the view..." Tony sighed to himself, thinking that he had really messed up this time and made his way to his workshop. Starting to dive in to his work unhealthily, the only way that help focus and clears his mind. 

After an hour later, he threw his tools aside and groans in frustration. "Damn it! Why why why why?! Why is my head just filled with him?!" He held his hands to his head. Groaning, he sat back, leaning against his vintage car that he was working on.

Tony felt pain in hischest, not an arc reactor malfunction whatsoever. It was a different kind ofchest pain. It hurts more. It was something he felt before when Pepper left.But this time it hurt a hundred times more, no- a million, no- a billion time more. Ithurt so much that he could not do anything but to stare into blank space astears stream down his face. His restlessness got to him and he dozed offwithout even noticing.