fic: and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say (avengers, steve/tony)

And You Wonder Why We Ain't Got Nothing to Say
Avengers || PG-13: drug-use || Tony+Bruce being SCIENCE BROS || 1,550 words
"You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?"

• Warning for movie spoilers, for Coulson having gotten better via deus ex machina, and for essentially being disjointed word-vomit. Because of reasons, mostly just that it was fun to write.
• Title from WHY?’s “fatalist palmistry.” Summary from the actual movie script.
• Draci = Lojban, meaning “drama.”

(  It figures that during the week Pepper is gone to the West Coast for some business thing, and both Tony and Bruce are missing from a formally-arranged Avengers meeting in SHIELD, it's because they're getting stoned on the floor in Tony's lab. )