Sim snickered at that and shook her head. "Well, someone else can figure out dinner, dessert is covered, and I'm going to go pick a movie." She headed over to the living room to start browsing.

Bruce rolled his eyes slightly, but smiled a bit and got up. Apparently, dinner was on him, and that suited him fine.

Sim let him work, instead just finding a movie to watch and turning it on. The quiet was kind of nice, and it was more relaxing than she'd thought it would be, staying with them.

A while later, dinner was ready, and Bruce just brought it out to them. Tony had long since gone to join Sim in the main room, although he was playing with his cell phone through the movie.

Sim made room for Bruce on the couch next to them, putting herself in the middle without even thinking about it. "Put the phone down for a few minutes and eat, Tony."

"Just a minute," Tony replied distractedly, rapidly tapping the screen of his phone.

Sim gave him two minutes. And then she reached over to snag the phone from him.

"Hey!" Tony yelped, reaching for his phone. "No, bad, stop it, that's mine!"

"Nope, it's now mine for the next two and a half hours," Sim said, tucking it in a pocket. "You can have it back after the movie is over and you've eaten dinner."

"Oh come on, that's not fair," Tony complained. "There's got to be some sort of rule against being bossed around in my own house, it doesn't work that way, I won't have it."

"Nope, too bad, get used to it," Sim said. "You're the ones that want to court me, you might as well know what you're getting into."

"Is that really what I'm getting myself into?" Tony asked, though he was smirking just slightly. "Getting my phone grabbed all the time? Anything else, while we're at it?"

"I'm bossy, and I don't always know when to shut up," Sim said, very matter-of-factly. "If I don't think you're eating enough I'll drag you away from whatever else is going on to make you eat."

"We've noticed," Tony replied, raising an eyebrow. He glanced at Bruce, who just sort of shrugged a bit. He wasn't going to get in the middle of things unless his intervention was needed. Tony looked back at Sim. "Anything else?"

Sim shrugged. "Probably plenty. I'm not so good at taking care of myself sometimes, I don't always sleep. I can take things the wrong way and get offended sometimes. I don't like to be ignored, as you've noticed."

Tony waved a hand.

"We've got Bruce and Jarvis to look after us," he said, grinning a bit. "No worries there. And trust me, I'm the king of insomnia, in case you haven't heard."

Sim snorted. "So, what, we're going to make poor Bruce deal with two of us?" She shook her head a bit. "I know betas are suppose to be good at that, but two of us is a bit much. One of us is a bit much, actually."

"Bruce is good at pushing things like food and sleep," Tony said, grinning.

"Only because you need the push so often," Bruce commented. He looked at Sim with a small grin. "It's fine. One more won't be a problem."

"You say that now," Sim said, a touch of disbelief in her voice. "You'll see, since you're stuck with me for the next week at least."

Bruce just smiled and settled back in. He knew he wouldn't mind looking after her. She was his, after all, his and Tony's, just like they were hers. Bonded trios looked after one another. Bruce just had to get them to that point.

Sim snorted but ended up settling in after that, relaxing with them again. It was nice and oddly easy.

And she did keep Tony's phone for a while.

Tony let her keep the phone. It wasn't that big of a deal, and besides, he was good with settling in with the two of them for a little while. He was more relaxed than he'd been in a long time, actually.

Sim actually ended up falling asleep there with the two of them, clearly worn out. But just as clearly she was comfortable with them, comfortable enough to fall asleep on them.

Tony was also, reluctantly, falling asleep. Bruce just smiled indulgently at the two of them and settled in with them both, letting them cuddle as they liked.

Sim woke up in a little pile with the two of them, blinking blearily and trying to figure out what happened and why the floor was so comfy.

And why Bruce was still wearing shoes, because no, he should not be wearing shoes, bad Brucie.