Imagine Bruce and Tony fighting

"Bruce, please! Let's just talk about this", you tried to plead to him as he stormed through the bedroom grabbing his bag. You'd been staying at Stark Tower for ages now, and with each passing day, Bruce had grown more agitated. Tony had welcomely given you your own private part in his tower, but Bruce didn't want to have to stay there forever. "Bruce, come on", you plead to him, following him into the walk in wardrobe as he grabs more clothes. "No, we can't stay here any longer. We aren't suppose to be here this long", Bruce said. He tried to get past you but you put your arms up, standing in the doorway blocking his exit. "Jarvis, get Tony", you say to thin air as you try to stop Bruce leaving. "Y/N, please. You don't want to make me mad", Bruce calmly says, as you see the veins starting to grow as he struggles to get past. "Woah big man, you ain't leaving", Tony chuckles waltzing into the room, half his Iron man suit on. "Tony please. You know I can't stay", Bruce tries to say as he continues to have a mini wrestle with you as you refuse to move out of his way. "I see no reason why not? It's not like you're SHIELDs greatest threat", he chuckled as the rest of his suit crashes into his back with a thump, sending him tumbling into you. Stuck in a pile with Tony pinned on top of you, Bruce takes the opportunity and jumps over both of you, running for the door. "Tony! Get off me!", you squeal at him, hitting him in the face, but instantly regretting it as the iron face pops down just in time, leaving you clutching your hand screaming in pain. Bruce immediately stops running when he hears your scream. "Did you hurt her?", he threatened Tony, his eyes flashing a deadly green as the top button of his shirt pinged off. Tony gulped inside his suit as Bruce cracked his fists. "Me? No, nah. Never. I'd never hurt your sweet cheeks", he said, holding his hands out defensively, but it didn't stop Bruce as his body started to grow and shake, getting greener by the second. "You. Hurt. Her", he spat, his knuckles clenching. "Bruce, please", you croaked through tears of pain as your hand trobbed, curled up on the floor. "Look big guy! She needs you right now, okay? I'm not a doctor. Maybe in the bedroom at least, but this doesn't count", Tony joked cockily. Bruce frowned, before letting off a deafening roar that blasted out the bedroom windows. "NOT FUNNY TIN MAN!", he roared, before swinging his arm around, knocking out a wall. "OKAY! OKAY! Bad joke! You've mad your point big guy, but please, no more smashy. Besides, y/n needs you, Tony pleaded. Eventually, after staring each other down, Bruce calmed down, and the Hulk grew smaller, until Bruce was left in his trousers and ripped shirt. "I'm sorry", he muttered sheepish, rushing you your side. "No problem big man. We all get woman issues", Tony piped up, but soon shut up with the death glare off the both of you. "Ouch!", you yelp as Bruce inspects your hand. "Don't worry, you've just sprained it", he said gently, giving it a gentle kiss. "So, come on then, why the sudden rush to leave? I'm not that unattractive am I?", Stark asked, his helmet flying back. Bruce sighed, as you both looked at him intently awaiting a reply. "I'm sorry Tony. It's just, I'm not used to staying in one place for a long time without being hounded out by thugs with guns", Bruce said sadly, running his hand through his hair nervously. "That can be arranged", Tony piped in, but soon shut up again when you death glared him down. "It's just, I don't want me and Y/N to be a burden on you and stay with you for ages". "Hey, who said anything about kicking you out?", Tony announced smiling. You smiled at Bruce and gently rested against his chest. "Besides, we are like family Bruce. Who else would look after you two children?", you joked, much to his amusement. "I agree. Now, who's for drinks?", Tony said, flying off through the broken wall in the tower as you and Bruce just sat there laughing.