Rumors and Truths

[mjls]

Title: Rumors and Truths
Author: mjls 
Rating: T
Words: 1991
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne
Summary:  Tony; men don't get pregnant


They never announced the whole thing they should be calling a relationship. Nor did they ever really gave anybody the reason to doubt their friendship growing closer and closer. They held hands sure, the media had rumors flying around and often reprinted their pictures of newer ones just to show and assure people that the two world-famous billionaires were still together. Tony said something about how this gave hope to the gay population but Bruce on the other hand brooded every time he found a picture of him and Tony in one magazine or the other. He didn't like his personal life on the front page of some gossip paper.

It was just one sudden day that Tony decided to slip a silver ring on Bruce's finger during breakfast and Bruce ending doing the same by the end of the day. They didn't ask each other, nor did they say anything about the fact that these probably meant that their relationship was bigger than they originally thought. At first, Bruce wanted to remove the ring from his finger and keep it around his neck but found it oddly comforting to see it or play with it when he was in a board meeting.

No ceremony, no words, no deed, no papers to let everyone know what they were right now. The press speculated a secret marriage on Bruce's boat somewhere in the Caribbean with both of them wearing white. Others claimed that the two were just wearing friendship rings and people shouldn't look into things so much. It amused Tony and made Bruce roll his eyes whenever the man got another article about his relationship shoved in his face by the man he loved.

"Awh but look at this one Bruce! They even managed to have such a shitty quality that you can't even see the scars all over your body!"

Both of them had a great collection of scars, bruises and stories, they were both superheroes, albeit Tony more well known than Bruce who was more of a mythe. They fitted together in a way that people wouldn't expect and often got loving gazes and adoring glances from the people around them. They were both still admired by women all around the world, wanted and lusted after by men. Tony flirted less, Bruce stopped with going out in general and rarely came out of the mansion. That is if Tony wasn't around. Apparently being in Gotham made the man actually come outside, claiming he needs fresh air. Although Bruce did not know if Gotham's air was as fresh as Tony would often like.

“Hey check this one out, apparently I'm pregnant with your baby and I'm due in late October.”

“Ignoring the fact that this is clearly impossible, what in God's name are these people thinking?” Bruce frowned as he grabbed the magazine from Tony's hands. For some reason the man had Pepper buying every magazine that even mentioned them and god there were a lot of them lately.

“Well apparently I gained some weight...” Tony scrunched up his nose and lifted up the tight black t-shirt he was wearing. Bruce raised an eyebrow and patted Tony's flat stomach before looking long at the man he loved and then went back to reading the papers he had in front of him.

“Must be from all the scotch, lay off of it for a while.”

“I should huh? I mean, it's bad for the baby after all,” from behind him, Tony sneaked his arms around his neck and cuddled Bruce as long as the man allowed him to. Which was as long as Tony felt like. Muttering some loving words before planting a soft kiss on Bruce's cheek, Tony messed up his lover's hair.

“So is overworking yourself and causing explosions.”

“Oh don't worry, I can just have the baby be born there and that way I can just go back to work within a few seconds. Our child will be born with a cape and utility tools in her hands.”

“Her?”

“Nothing is hotter than a female superhero who can make grime look attractive Bruce. Speaking of which, I'm missing my daily layer of dirt over me. Must go and fix that,” Tony kissed Bruce's cheek and almost ran away towards the garage where he would no doubt come out again looking like he had just fought a hundred ninjas and lived to tell the tale.

Bruce sighed and leaned back in his seat, staring at the back of Tony growing smaller and smaller until he could no longer see it. The billionaire smiled, feeling at peace all of the sudden about this whole relationship thing he had with Tony. Neither of them really knew how to call it and didn't even talk about it, they were happy, together and still public's favorites. It was clearly meant to be or the people just enjoyed seeing two men kissing each other.

Sure Bruce had more to hide than Tony, he was Batman and people weren't meant to find out. This always caused Bruce to be the more brooding one of the two but in the end, Tony's cheerful character made up for the both of them. He didn't drink, Tony did, but even between all their clear differences, the things they did have alike were enough to keep them together in a weird enough way.

The whole conversation he had just had with Tony about a child made him worried and hoping that Tony wasn't currently trying to find a way to get pregnant after all with the use of technology. Knowing Tony Stark, it was highly possible and if it was indeed the case, Bruce would have to pull out all strings to make sure Tony didn't finish it.

Hearing an explosion from downstairs, Bruce shot up and discarded everything that was on his mind before he raced downstairs and threw the door to Tony's garage open. Tony sat on the floor, a half-finished boot of the iron man suit on his left foot, one of th gauntlets on his right arm and black dust all over his face.

“Not. A. Word.”

“You're a disaster,” Bruce sighed as he helped Tony up. The man nearly fell over, his head still spinning from the explosion but thankfully Bruce was there to catch him before he did. Without saying another word, Tony pushed Bruce away and went back to his working bench. He didn't even bother cleaning himself up or getting rid of the boot that was still on his foot, all that mattered now was work.

Bruce looked at Tony diving back into his work and finding out what went wrong and found a new found admiration for the man. Standing there in the middle of the garage with his hands in the pockets of his suit, Bruce smirked and nodded, assured that his lover was alright. As he passed Tony, Bruce ran a hand over the man's hair, ruffling it up again.

“Brucecakes? Do you want the child to have my fabulous hair or yours?”

“How about neither?”

“You want it to be bald? We can just as well adopt Luthor then.”

“Why. Why on earth?” Bruce shook his head and walked out of the garage, ignoring Tony's yells from behind him saying 'okay your eyes then!'. He didn't want to know what Tony was working on, he just hoped it involved the Iron Man suit and not anything else.

--

“No Tony, I don't care.”

“But I can't pick myself!”

“I am not, and I repeat, not, going to pick a color so you can 'decorate the nursery' as you like to call it.”

“But-”

“-NO TONY!”

Tony pouted and threw away the book full of colors and ideal patterns for a nursery. Over the past few weeks, this whole baby thing got in Tony's head and clearly it was something he was passionate about but Bruce Wayne did not want a child, nor a pregnant Tony Stark. The man was hard enough to handle without the raging madness of a pregnancy to be added in the mix.

“Let me finish my-”

“-Tony, you are not pregnant. Men cannot get pregnant. The unused office is not going to be a nursery and no, our child will not have a mini Iron Man suit to wear on it's first Halloween.”

“If you would just let me-”

“-I said no Tony.”

Throwing his hands in the air, Bruce gave up and sat down on the couch. Tony looked at him for a long minute with the wheels in his head spinning before Bruce found himself straddled to the couch by Tony. A soft kiss was planted on his lips and strong fingers pulled his head back softly so Tony had a better reach of Bruce's neck.

“You never did let me finish my sentence,” Tony muttered as he sat upright and looked at Bruce, his fingers playing around with the buttons of Bruce's shirt.

“The nursery,” Bruce groaned at the mention of it, “is not for a child of our own. Because we'll be too busy sitting on Pepper's.”

“Wait what...”

“You heard me,” Tony admitted shyly, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Oh god,” Bruce groaned and threw his head back, “all of this baby fuss is because of Pepper?!”

The two men locked eyes and while Bruce looked absolutely horrified at the thought of Pepper Pots under the influence of raging hormones, he was also a tiny bit relieved that it wasn't and never was going to be Tony. Suddenly everything clicked into the right spots in his head and Bruce realized why Tony had been so adamant about this nursery thing and the whole 'making it the best room ever for a baby'. Tony nodded and opened several buttons of Bruce's shirt, his calloused fingers caressing the skin under it.

“She didn't want me to tell anybody but I can't keep something like that a secret,” Tony shrugged, “I guess I got a little...overexcited.”

“So the pregnancy rumor is-”

“-well I guess people saw me shopping for the baby clothes I bought for Pepper,” Tony winced and let his shoulders hang. Out of all people, Bruce knew how it felt to have your privacy hindered every second of the day but he was bursting with pride at the fact that Tony had kept Pepper's protected so much as possible by not even denying the pregnancy rumor.

“But why a nursery here?” Bruce frowned, “don't tell me you paid Pepper to-”

“-God no, it's just that Pepper's office is here and she works here and so does Happy and-”

Tony started rambling about all the convenient facts about also having a nursery here in the house and Bruce had to agree with everything Tony said even if he was only half listening. It was a hard thing to listen to a rambling Tony while he was straddling you on the couch. Bruce shot forward and tackled Tony to the floor, his lips on the older man's neck as in a way to shut him up.

“Bruce, no sex in the living room.”

“Why?” Bruce shot up while already pulling off Tony's shirt, something the man didn't protest against, “why all the baby talk about a child looking like us then?”

“I've been,” Tony paused as Bruce removed his own shirt and stared for a few seconds, “working on this new holographic system for JARVIS.”

Kissing Tony's bare chest, Bruce made a 'mhm' sound to let Tony know he could continue while Bruce's hands raced all over the man's body.

“And I wanted it to look like the both of us,” Tony gasped as Bruce got rid of the pants, “and that was a brand new suit by the way.”

“No.”

“Not even-” Tony tried anyway, putting all strength in his arms and pulling Bruce under him instead so the rolls were reversed.

“Tony. Shut up.”

“Done.”