It's around three in the morning. Avengers Tower is practically deserted and silence reigns: in his room, Bruce Banner is struggling in the sheets, in the grip of nightmares, capturing the attention of Tony Stark, who can't sleep because there are too many thoughts in his head. Will his extended wakefulness, desire to break the silence and the absence of the other Avengers lead the rigid Stark to relax and open up to the man that everybody has always thought of as his "science bro"? Especially by Tony? IMPORTANT NOTE: the story is mine, but it has been translated on Archive Of Our Own by Trammel. I'm really grateful for this and I really loved her translation, so here it is! The cover is a Brilcrist fan art I loved and inspired this fan fiction. If it's a problem, please tell me.