Imagine being with Bruce

"Seriously, can he not leave you alone for longer than one day", you say to Bruce as you sit beside him on the sofa in Stark tower. You'd both been curled up together sleeping before Tony had called demanding their presence. "I'm going to give Tony a piece of your mind for waking you up. "You get used to it after a while", Bruce chuckled, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "Well I don't think it's fair that you let him push you around, I mean I know you're friends, but there comes a point where enough is enough", you say to him as you lean on him. He smiles at you and puts his arm around you. "You know, considering I'm suppose to be the mean one, you can't have talk an argument Y/N", he chuckled, as he kissed you gently on the forehead. "I know, I'll leave you to do all the heavy lifting though", you smile, stroking his cheek. "Erm, excuse me. No body is allowed to do any loving around here except if it's to me", Tony yells, announcing his arrival as he staggers into the room. "Tony, are you drunk again?", Bruce asks, rolling his eyes. "Nope, just merry. Very merry", he giggles, before falling face first onto the floor behind the kitchen counter. Both Bruce and you look at each other, before shrugging your shoulders and get up to look. "And he calls himself the drinking god?", you say, laughing as you hug Bruce, looking down at Tony passed out. He smiles and looks at you smugly. "Nah, he's more a puny god", he says as he embraces you into a tight hug, and then begins tickling you. "No, Bruce stop it", you laugh, trying to wriggle out of his grasp as he continues to tickle you. "Nope, I can do this all day Y/N", he joked as you both fell to the floor laughing, tickling each other until the sun came up.