"Because moving me to a large city and a small apartment is a brilliant idea," Bruce said, smiling despite himself as his fingers drummed on the side of one of Tony Stark's many, many, many sports cars. He can't help it, he's a sucker for a convertible.

"You did fine in the flying metal death trap," Tony said.

"You missed the part where I changed and nearly killed everyone."

"You were under duress, and you didn't kill everyone, so mark that as a point for you."

Bruce didn't know whether to punch Tony or laugh. He settled for chuckling. "So, where are we staying at?"

"221c Baker Street, rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?"

"221c… why again?"

"Eh… I've been kindly asked to take you out of the states until the burning pile of New York cools a bit."

"You know I didn't do that alone, right? You helped too."

"Which is why I'm here too," Tony said.

"Am I here to be sure you don't flirt with every girl in London?"

"You've been talking to Pepper already, that's good." Bruce couldn't help it, he grinned. Tony was impossible to remain serious with. It was nice. "Don't worry, she knows I plan to take you out, find you a nice British chippy."

"Never, ever say that again. I never want to hear those words coming out of your mouth. It sounds wrong."

"British or Chippy?" Tony was smirking. Beautiful!

"Just shut up."

"Chippy, chippy, chippy chippy chippy."

"You really never shut up, do you?"

"Chippy chippy chippy, one of my fine gifts, chippy chippy chippy. Ow! You punched me."

"You deserved it, and it didn't hurt," Bruce said. He knew damn well it didn't hurt.

"Ow, I think you've broken my arm," Tony said, rubbing his hurt arm and steering with his elbows.

"You're worse than movie jock," Bruce said, looking back out at the passing city.

"We aims to please," Tony said, parking in front of a sandwich shop. "Here we are, our temporary month long home sweet home."

"You're car's going to get stolen," Bruce said, watching Tony just jump over the door to get out instead of actually opening it. Bruce opened the door and shut it. Tony was the show off. He wasn't.

"Don't worry, anyone who tries will be properly electrocuted and handcuffed to the car until I come to get them out. What? You're looking at me funny, stop it."

"Remind me to never try and steal anything from you."

"All you need to do is ask. You can take the car for a spin anytime."

"I don't have a driver's license."

"I don't care. I can replace it."

"I have road rage."

"Well, there's that," Tony said, grabbing his Iron Man to-go suit/briefcase out of the back seat before he popped the trunk. Bruce had one duffle bag. Tony had his suit/briefcase, an actual briefcase, a large rolling suit case, and a very full duffle bag.

"Are these all clothes? We're only going to be here for a month!"

"Well, there are some other provisions, things for a few experiments, stuff like that."

"Really?"

"Well, I sent most of it over beforehand."

"Figures," Bruce muttered, turning to the front door only to see a kindly looking older woman coming over to them.

"Hello, you must be Tony and Bruce, right?" she asked. "Oh, do come in. Tony, your girlfriend called and asked for you to call her when you arrived."

"She can't live without me," Tony said, dropping his very full duffle bag in Bruce's arms and getting the other things.

"Lucky for you," Bruce said, earning him a raised eyebrow from Tony. It was nice to get him once in a while.

"All these boxes arrived yesterday, lots of equipment. I'm afraid Sherlock may have borrowed some pieces. You can take them back when he's not around to fuss. He may come fuss later, though," she said, leading them back. 221c was the basement apartment. It wasn't very big or really very small. It also no longer really fit with the decor of the rest of the house. Obviously Tony had sent someone to redecorate. Everything was already set up too.

"Sherlock?" Bruce asked, glancing at Tony who'd already moved to claim his own room and dump his things in there.

"Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective. He lives right upstairs. I don't suppose you've read John's blog? Very lovely, very popular."

"Yes, I've read it," Bruce said.

"John and Sherlock live right upstairs. It was so nice for you to pay to have the place better insulate!" She called back so Tony could hear before smiling at Bruce. "Sherlock does tend to play violin at odd hours of the night, or shoot holes in the walls when he's bored, and he and John are in and out at odd hours because of cases. I hardly notice anymore, but with the new insulation you shouldn't notice at all."

"No," Bruce said. "Thank you, this is lovely, Ma'am."

"Mrs. Hudson is fine, dear."

"Mrs. Hudson, then," Bruce said with a smile.

"Now, now, love, don't go flirting with the pretty ladies," Tony said, coming back in to get his duffle bag. Bruce scowled and Mrs. Hudson giggled.

"Don't worry, I don't judge, the neighbor next door has married ones," Mrs. Hudson said. "I'll leave you both alone to get unpacked," she said.

"I can see the headlines tomorrow: "Billionaire Tony Stark shacking up with giant green monster,"" Bruce said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"No, it'll say: "Billionaire Tony Stark outed as gay after having used every woman he's ever met as his beards.""

"And that really doesn't bother you?" Bruce asked. He personally didn't care. It's not like he was likely to ever have a relationship ever again. He could just see it now: get into a fight with the wife about who has to buy dish soap and end up destroying the house.

"I've always wanted to try being a stealth heterosexual."

"You have a girlfriend."

"Look, the only people who won't care are the only people I care about. It's not like Pepper's going to dump me for a dumbass rumor like that when she's stuck by me for everything else."

"Yeah, you know that's not the real problem, though," Bruce said, following Tony back to where the room was. He pitched his duffle bag on his bed before going to Tony's room. Everything was already hanging up. Apparently Tony had shipped some of his servant/robots along the way, and the arm-thing was putting the clothes away.

"What's the real problem?"

"You moved us under a high functioning sociopath," Bruce said.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," Tony said, way too innocent.

"Oh come on, don't pretend. You shoved The Science of Deduction under my nose and started to fangirl like someone waiting to see a teeny bopper."

"Okay, you don't get to hang out with me anymore. Clearly, I am a bad influence," Tony said. He walked around his bed, wheeling his servant robot (which had just finished putted away all his clothes) and down to Bruce's room, where the robot proceeded to do the same work with Bruce's few actual belongings.

"Tony… you put me in a house with a man who's supposed to be terribly infuriating and who already stole some of your equipment, and who can supposedly figure out everything about a man just by looking at him!"

"Yes, but that's what makes it exciting!" Tony said.

"Damn it, Tony, why did I agree to this?" Bruce demanded, plopping down on the bed and held his head in his hands, willing himself not to get too angry. Tony patted him on top of the head. Problem solved. Tony annoyed him, but the annoyance was more fun than anything else.

"Because you would be bored in New York and you know it. Look, I got a place for us on weekends were you can run around and be the Hulk for a while so the other guy doesn't get too bored and no one has to see, and during the week you can go be… well, you."

"How do you know this will work?"

"I asked him… very agreeable man, The Hulk." Bruce has no way of knowing if Tony was telling the truth or not and really didn't want to know.

"You did pick this place because you knew Sherlock Holmes would be here, though."

"Yeah, but come on, how interesting will that be?" Tony looked like a kid in a candy shop.

"Potentially dangerous."

"It's not fun otherwise."

"You're insane."

"Says the man who turns into a giant green smashing monster."

"Point," Bruce said, glancing over at the robot who was done and looking for something to do. Tony started to wheel it out again and Bruce was forced once against to follow after him.

"I don't like it," Sherlock said.

"You don't like anything," John said, flipping through the bills they'd gotten.

"I don't like this specifically."

"Mrs. Hudson gives us a ridiculous deal on the rent and you don't like that she let someone move in for a month after he's willing to pay full rent and fix up 221c? Sherlock, I'm starting to think that you channel your inner child when you're bored and sulky. It's like living with a teenager."

"Shut up," Sherlock said, not willing to dignify John's words with any other response.

"Look how wonderfully you disprove my point," John said.

"Boys!" Mrs. Hudson called, coming up the stairs. "Come meet the new neighbors," she said, positively beaming as she led her two new tenants up into 221b. "Sherlock, John, this is Tony and Bruce," she said, pointing to each when she said their respective names.

"A pleasure to meet you," John said, standing up and setting his bills aside.

"Same," Bruce said, shaking hands in the most vague way possible and his eyes looked around the room. Tony's handshake was very firm.

"Ah, I just made fresh biscuits," Mrs. Hudson said, suddenly remembering as she hurried away.

"You look a bit familiar," John said.

"Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, and my associate, Dr. Bruce Banner," he said.

"Oh, wow," John said, looking a bit star struck suddenly.

"Dr. Banner," Sherlock said, suddenly very interested. Bruce identified this as a very not good thing. "Your work with Gamma radiation has proved quiet extraordinary."

"No, Sherlock," John said suddenly.

"What?"

"You're not allowed to experiment on other tenants," John said. Tony could not keep from laughing. Bruce found himself scratching his head, trying to not be obvious about his smirk. Pepper had said something very similar once.

"You think that's funny?" Sherlock asked, keying in on Tony Stark.

"Yes, I think it's very funny," Tony said, smirking. "Although, I must admit I'm much more curious about you, Mr. Holmes. Are you really as good as they say?"

"Sherlock, don't," John warned, but he seemed to know a losing battle when he saw one.

"Just ignore them," Bruce suggested. "Do you have any tea?"

"Oh, yeah, kitchen," John said, leading the other man to the electric kettle. "Is he always like that?"

"You never really had to work for anything," Sherlock started.

"Is he always like that?" Bruce asked.

"Grades, women, work was always handed to you with little to know wait or work, which was why your near death experience came as such a shock to your system. You simply became aware of a truth that most people had been aware of since the Vietnam War, though not your father, clearly, having been a man who made weapons for the Second World War when there was some kind of clear right and wrong. Being handed everything has made you obsessively controlling as you've been told you were the only one who could so the work you do, though evidence had shown that this so far is true. You continue to be in control of everything you do as to not repeat some of your more obvious and public mistakes, but you act as if you aren't. Moving to another country even for a temporary basis, obviously you would continue to do you work, though out of the public eye. You came here not for a lab or for the work, though, but because you were looking for something else," Sherlock said, pausing to cast another glance over Tony Stark. "Me."

"Yes," John sighed heavily.

"Not bad," Tony said. "Are you done."

"No, but most everything's in the papers anyway. No point rehashing everything everyone knows already, the alcoholism, the self hate, the god complex," Sherlock said, losing interesting already.

"Speaking of alcohol," Tony said, interested but seeing no point in poking Sherlock with a spoon. "You gents should come out drinking with my buddy and me."

"When," Bruce said. "Did you decide to do this?"

"About a minute a ago when Mr. Holmes was talking," Tony said.

"You have a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, I'll just try out a few girls to see who's right for you."

"Yeah, that excuse isn't going to fly when you get home, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your girlfriend's lecture."

"Don't worry. If you're getting lectured then I'll be there too and you'll get to leave after the first half."

"Still, no thank you. I'd rather stay home."

"Where Pepper will really get angry because you left me alone in a club with a lot of women?"

"Damn you," Bruce said, accepting the tea John had handed him. "Thank you."

"So, gents, you in?" Tony asked. "I promise you each at least half a dozen numbers of devastatingly sexy women."

"Just agree, he'll bug you until you do," Bruce said. Tony Stark didn't really understand the word 'no'.

A/N:

Yeah… so I apparently need one more project…

Just don't ask anymore. I see things on tumblr and I'm like "oh shiney! Mine!" The prompt for this was that Bruce Banner and Tony Stark needed to move into 221c… and so here it is… Is it sad how hard I was praying that this will only need to be a one-shot?

If I end up not being too productive for the next few days it'll be because I'm sick in a weird way. I have been completely fine all day. I had a sore throat yesterday, but all today I have been fine until the sun set and then my sore throat came back with a vengeance… just weird. I'm signed up to help little kids next week, so I really, really don't have time to be sick, thank you very much!

For some reason my fingers keep wanting to type "Brucase" I'm not sure why.

For clarifications the only reference to relationship will be Pepper and Tony, or some obscure reference to John's girlfriends… although if Tony gets his way Bruce and John may get a girlfriend for a while… how long that lasts, I don't think it'll be long. My mental Tony is wonderful, he makes me giggle. My mental Sherlock is sooooooo pissed.

As for this… I actually got interested in the Avengers before the movie because my friends got me turned onto Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes. (I'm behind, tell me nothing!) Hawkeye has been my favorite ever sense, but Bruce Banner/The Hulk is the most interesting character, for sure. I love Mark Ruffalo's portrayal as well.

What's funny is having complete nerd discussions with my dad, because he used to buy comic books for The Hulk and Spiderman. So, I took him to see the Avengers with me and we just got to fan boy/fan girl out all the way home. He still can't get me to like Star Trek like he does (my mom bought him the original series on VHS. He says he knew he had to marry her after that), but then I can't get him to like Sherlock like I do.

As I wrote Sherlock's deduction I realized Tony Stark and Sherlock Holmes are disgustingly close to being the same person.

More chapters later, though probably not very long chapters, sorry about that.