Bruce was sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop in front of him, occasionally taking a bite of the Dagwood-sized sandwich off to the side, when the door opened and Tony strolled in, Loki right behind him.
Bruce barely looked up from his work at first, but then did a double take and stared behind Tony in shock.
“What the—! Tony, what is he doing here?!?”
“I won him in a poker game.”
“How the hell did you manage that?”
“What, I had a pure sabbac!”
“That’s the wrong game, you idiot!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, that you’re an idiot.”
“Can you two have your lover’s spat later? Since I’m stuck with you guys for the foreseeable future, don’t I need my own room or something? Preferably far away from the one you guys sleep in?”
“Oh ha ha, very funny…this guy should be a comedian in his off hours. I’m sure we could build you a nice dog house in the back yard, if we can find the materials. Tony’s wizard at building things.”
Tony grinned wickedly, while Loki merely rolled his eyes.