Guys who went to End Game opening night? I wont give anything away but ya'll should see it soon so you don't accidentally see any memes or something 😬
If you have seen it let me know what you thought!

Tony P.O.V

I had spent close to 20 minutes trying to tuck Callie into bed but every time I tried to leave she would reach out to me and the fearful look on her face just killed me.

So here I am, sitting back against the headboard with my 5 year old passed out in my lap. What a crazy notion, my 5 year old. It doesn't even seem real, I wonder if that feeling will ever go away.

I'm feeling pretty drowsy but I don't relish the thought of sleeping in Pepper's and my bed alone.
It's Callie's first night here anyways, I reason, there's nothing wrong with staying in here a night or two to get her used to her new space.
So I readjust myself so my head is on a pillow and in seconds I am fast asleep.
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Bruce P.O.V

Nat was right, I should've taken care of that, I can already feel the pressure building in my lower region. I know what I'm supposed to do to help it feel better but I don't really feel like it in Tony's spare room, so I decide to try and sleep it off.

An hour later...

Natasha is on top of me kissing my neck. I want her so badly it hurts; I push my hips up into hers but the sensation isn't the same as what I remember, there's just no satisfaction.

She whispers my name into my ear, "Bruce..." and again more frantically, "Bruce!" Her voice sounds oddly panicked and I'm not sure if she's just close or if I'm doing something wrong.

"Natasha?" I mutter

She pulls off and looks me in the eye and opens her mouth saying "Bruce" but it isn't her voice at all it's... Tony's?

"Bruce, for Christ's sake, WAKE UP!"

I jump up to see Tony standing in my doorway holding a thrashing Callie. He quickly gives me an up-down and looks me in the eye, "sorry I wasn't who you were expecting." He says, motioning down to the tee-pee in my boxers, I turn quickly adjusting myself. "I need help, she's been throwing up and begging me for 'pokes' for the last 20 minutes." Callie begins seizing in his arms, her face red and sweaty. Tony's face is etched with fear as he struggles to hold on to the little girl, "Bruce I need help," he repeats, his voice breaking slightly.

"Yes sorry, here lay her on the bed. I have something that should help," I say quickly pulling my pants on and running to the tablets I concocted earlier that night.

Tony places Callie on the bed but she quickly rolls and expertly attaches her bare feet to the wall using them to propel her body upward to connect her hands. Both Tony and I leap towards her but she's too fast, tucking her feet to her chest she pushes against the wall and jumps to the ceiling. Once her hands connect she swings her legs up, crouching against the roof on the tips of her fingers and the balls of her feet.

But then she pauses, and I can see in her ice cold eyes that she is thinking. She glances towards the open door, but we definitely don't want a mini drug addict free wandering around Stark Tower so I lift my arms calling her name, "Callie I can help you. Please come down."

As I'm attempting to coax the crazed little human off the ceiling Tony silently closes the door. But Callie doesn't notice, her eyes are fixed to mine, "how?" She whispers almost inaudible, if I hadn't seen her lips move I would have thought I'd imagined it.

"With this," I say, motioning towards the dresser on my left where the tablets are sitting.

Her head turns to look at the contents, then turning back to me she crooks her head to the side quizzically, "what is it?" She asks, louder this time but her voice is wavering. Callie's entire body is shivering from a fever, her teeth have begun chattering, how she is still holding onto the wall is beyond me.

"It's called Buprenorphine," I explain, picking up a pill. "It's to help people in your... condition... feel better until you don't feel like you need the heroin anymore."

She looks at me uncertain, "heroin?"

"The pokes," Tony chimes in, explaining for me.

"Oh." She states, "I'll feel better?"

"Yes." We both say in unison. She is quickly fading and she knows it, she is pale and a film of sweat is glistening on her face, so despite her uncertainty she decides to trust us and drops from the ceiling landing in a crouch on the floor. She pushes herself backwards and climbs onto the bed sitting in a cross-legged position.

"Okay so you'll just place it under your tongue for a few minutes and then you should feel better," I say holding out the medicine. But instead of taking it in her hand she just opens her mouth, so holding back a smirk I place the pill under her tongue. "Dont swallow it," I remind her, and she gives me a curt nod.
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Tony P.O.V

Thank God for Bruce I keep thinking over and over as I watch him expertly manage this little person. I feel pretty useless if I'm being honest, all I've done is close the door.
He's finally convinced her to take some meds and I can tell she's on the verge of passing out so I sit on the bed and pull her into my lap. She instantly leans her head back onto my chest, her little hand reaches out for mine and I gently grasp it, she pulls it across herself so I oblige and wrap my other arm around her as well.

In moments she is sleeping and the fever seems to have gone down significantly. I hear Bruce groan quietly and look up to see him awkwardly pacing back and forth.
"You good?" I ask sarcastically. I know full well what's wrong but I'm going to milk this one for as long as possible.

"Uhm yeah I'm fine. Just tired." He mutters the last part, making me laugh out loud.

"You sure? Looks like blue balls to me." I say with as much sass as I can muster. "Who were you dreaming about?"

"Your face is annoying." He grumbles.

"Not as annoying as your balls I'm sure," I snigger.

"I wasn't dreaming about anyone, and it's not from that anyways you idiot," he shoots back, continuing his hobbling.

"But if it's not from that what could it be from? The only women you've seen today is Pepper, this kid who definitely doesn't count, and Natash...Ah!" I gasp at the end, leading myself directly to the answer. "Holy shit, did I interrupt something earlier?" I'm literally shocked, I feel like I need to physically pick my mouth up off the floor.

"What? No!" Bruce stutters, all I hear is yes Tony that is exactly what happened.

"Yes, you were. You were getting down and dirty on my couch! Gross, I'm never going to be able to sit there again." I say trying my best to sound serious but I just can't stop laughing. I'm going to have so much fun with this.

"Ugh just shut up, we didn't even get that far. I'm just embarrassingly out of practice." He moans burying his face into his hands. "Please don't tell anyone." He pleads.

"Okay fine. But I'm still going to have fun with this." I do my best to keep a straight face. "Sorry, we'll leave so you can... relieve yourself" I add with a laugh. As I carry Callie back to her room I can hear Bruce cussing me out.
This is going to be so much fun I think.