Ok guys, props to The-First-Step for being awesome and helping me out with this story! Go read her epic Loki story, The Chronicles Of A Fallen Man. Because it is just awesome and contains The Purple Shirt Of Sex!

Everything in italics in this story is the emails between Bruce and the OC. I hope you enjoy and the rating may change later on, I don't know yet if that will be true or not. Please enjoy and no flaming, it hurts my feelings.

Tony had been right, of bloody course! Stark Tower was everything that Bruce could ever dream wanting to have in a lab, and then a little bit more on top of that just to really rub it in. Everything was computerised in the house, even down to the shower, which had taken him more then an hour to figure out, before he had to ask a hysterically laughing Tony to help him out.

The sexual remarks hadn't slowed down for a week!

But ignoring Tony's obnoxious personality, it was really nice to be living in a 'home' setting once more, the others had moved in as well, much to Pepper's annoyance at the way Clint left his stuff just lying around and Natasha's habit of trailing blood through the apartment area after a mission.

The sound of the door opening and closing brought Bruce out of his day dream, his pen resting on the piece of paper that he had been using to scribble equations on had dried up from not having the cap on it for so long, served him right for using a fresh ink pen when he was prone to zoning out.

"I brought you some food, Pepper was complaining you look like shit once more." Tony said, placing the plate of steaming food in front of Bruce and on top of the equations, completely ignoring the scientists mutter of protest. Bruce watched as he moved back to where he was working on a new shock absorption system for his suit, after the other one didn't handle the battle very well.

"Thanks." Bruce finally said, picking up his fork and gently pushing the pasta around the plate, really not feeling hungry. "So I was thinking that I might run a few more tests on myself." He pushed the fork in to a piece of pasta and held it up, watching as the sauce fell off it and back on to the plate, knowing that Tony was glaring at him from his own work bench.

"Why?" Tony asked, forcing himself to keep the anger out of his voice. He had been worried since Bruce moved in that he was going to start more tests on himself, so far he had been to busy working on other things, but it seemed like the novelty had worn off and he was back to self testing.

"To make sure that I'm not leaking radiation towards anyone else." Bruce said, finally placing the pasta in his mouth and chewing on it. "Just to make sure I am safe to be around for long periods of time. I don't want one of you coming back saying you have cancer in a few years time because of me!"

Tony sighed, knowing that trying to fight with Bruce over this would end up in a slammed door and a very annoyed JARVIS. "Fine, but they better be non-invasive tests! No cutting pieces of skin off and such!" He finally said after glaring at Bruce was getting him no where, apart from glaring at Bruce whilst he picked at the pasta. "And bloody eat, it's not going to murder you if you stab it with a fork!"

Bruce grunted softly before moving the plate and going back to his equations, flinching as a rolled up ball of paper bounced off his head. Grudgingly he picked up the fork once more and started to pick at the pasta, his focus more on the equations then trying to get the food in his mouth, he flinched as the fork hit his cheek for the third time in the row, much to Tony's amusement.

"Shut up, Stark." He growled, which only resulted in Tony laughing harder.

Two hours had passed since Tony had walked in to the lab with food, the plate was finally empty and Bruce was enjoying being able to work once more in peace, though Tony was still in the room, they had an unspoken rule of no talking while they worked. Of course Tony being Tony always managed to break the rule after only five minutes, but Bruce had lent him his laptop to do some more calculations (Bruce's computer had a better filing system then Tony's model) and that had shut the older man up for a while.

"Hey Bruce, who is Tex?" Tony asked, making Bruce nearly snap the pen in two he was gripping it that hard. "Because they just sent you an email, Ooh and it has pictures on it!"

Bruce dropped the pen and snatched the lap top out of Tony's hands before the other man had manage to open the email and read it. "They are no one special." Bruce lied, moving back to his bench and placing the lap top on top of it, ignoring the fact it still held Tony's work on it.

"Well that's the biggest lie you've ever told me." Tony said, crossing his arms across his chest. "No one special normally doesn't warrant you snatching the lap top out of my hands and stalking back to your bench like a possessive ape!"

"Tex is just a research partner!" Bruce said, getting JARVIS to download Tony's work on to the main computer so that Tony could use that, before shutting the lid to his lap top down. "No one important, no one special, just a research partner. I am allowed to have them, am I not?"

"Of course you are! I wouldn't stop you, but it ju-"

"Drop it Tony. Your work is on the main computer, I'm going to my room before you start asking stupid questions."

Tony watched as Bruce walked out of the room, before the door had even shut he was on his tablet, trying to find out everything he could about Tex. "JARVIS why can I not hack in to Bruce's lap top?"

"Master Banner said that if I allowed you to hack his lap top one more time he would wipe my hard drive and upload my voice to sound like the woman from The Nanny. After searching who this woman was, I decided that I quiet like how I sound and I will not aggravate Master Banner any more then you already do." JARVIS replied.

"How the hell am I meant to find out who this Tex is?"

"I do not know, sir. Perhaps it is wise if you just give Master Banner his priva-"

"Mute."

Bruce sat down on his bed, quickly opened the lap top up and re-logged on, smiling as he saw the email from Tex sitting in his inbox unopened, he had been worried that Tony had opened it. His heart stung at the lie he had told Tony, Tex was way more then just a research partner, she was the most constant person in his life since the accident had happened. Tucked away safety a thousand miles away in Australia, the only contact she had with him was over the internet, which was in his mind, the safest contact.

Opening the email he smiled as he was greeted by her normal bright purple font and smilies.

Hey Bruce!

Great job kicking ass in New York, I saw it on the TV the other week underground at Coober Pedy. Then a dust storm happened and the internet access decided to die, but right now I have perfect internet on the side of a road on the way up to Uluru to get some samples, apparently the government doesn't like it when people dump radioactive material in the desert.

Before you ask, yes I'm sitting on top of my combie van with the lap top perched at a weird angle to get this connection, that's just how much I love ya babe! ;)

But getting down to serious business, did you see the photo I sent you? That's me on a camel mate! A camel! I wanted to shove it in the back of the van to bring it home with me, bastard wouldn't fit. :( Ok now seriously I'll get down to your questions before your eyes roll in to the top of your head and escape from you rolling them to much.

Your worry about you leaking radioactive (GREEN DAY JUST CAME ON! FUCK YEAH!) particles in to the air and in to those around you might be a valid worry as you get older and your skin gets more thin. It might be worthwhile taking these samples to be analysed:

Blood

Skin scraping

Saliva

Semen

Hair follicle

Now from what I saw of the footage from the New York attack it seems that your hypothesis on how to control the other guy is true, now that being said, if you can control him by always keeping your anger at the forefront of your mind, perhaps you can start to work on a different emotion. I would suggest happiness, it is another strong emotion just like anger, though lust is probably the closest to anger that you can get with the chemical compounds of a mind, but I don't see you doing lust, so happiness it is.

Are you blushing yet? :D

And congrats on moving in to Stark Tower, my friend sent me a text message about an article in a gossip magazine about Stark Tower becoming the new home of The Avengers. I'm glad that you have moved back in to civilisation again, just please leave Harlem out of it, it's not its fault it is Harlem, just let it be. But in all honestly, go out and have some fun, I demand a picture of you eating Pizza in your next email, if not I'll bring my new camel friend over there and kick your ass!

If you really are worried mate, just take the samples and send them over to my lab to have them analysed and I'll send you the results. I am sure that it is fine, but I know for your peace of mind you'll have to jab yourself at least a thousand times to make sure it isn't a fluke.

Just please promise me you will have fun and relax a little bit more, these people you are with are all fucked up in a way, that makes them perfect for you to be around, don't miss this opportunity out of fear. You have him under control, now it's time to move on to phase two.

Tex.

PS: No bikini pictures this week, couldn't be sure Stark wouldn't see the email. Bet you're blushing now! Xoxo

Bruce covered his face with his hands, his cheeks burning from his embarrassment at the thought of Tex in a bikini. Quickly shoving the thought away in the folder of 'NEVER THINK ABOUT' in his mind, he happily started to click through the photos.

Even after seven years she had not changed, her hair was still a mess of waves, curls and frizziness, her blue eyes sparkled with laughter even when her face was in a serious expression and her dress sense was still jeans, boots and a t-shirt with random writing on it. The photos ranged from sunsets/sunrises, a pack of dingos, a random kangaroo scratching its butt by the side of the road, some photos of the dugout she slept in whilst at Coober Pedy and the photo of her with her arms in the air laughing hysterically on top of a very annoyed looking camel.

He knew instantly that the camel photo would be the one he printed out and put in his scrap book, he wouldn't dare stick it in a frame where the others would see, he would never live down the questions and remarks about who the woman was. He had shared so much of his life with them already, but Tex was going to be one thing that he kept to himself!