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[ Although he’s not exactly smiling, Tony’s expression is blandly neutral, relaxed, and his voice is friendly. ]

Normally I’d have my assistant – I guess technically she’s my CEO now - handle the whole public relations thing, but she’s not here so I guess that leaves me doing it myself. Unless I have a volunteer from the audience? No? Didn’t think so.

[ He glances away from the camera for a second, almost like he’s looking at a list. ]

Stiles, I got your bow and arrows here. Any time you want me to stop by and get them, feel free. Alternatively, I can be persuaded to play delivery guy.

Sharon. You wanted some new toys? I got a couple for you.

Party Poison. Not to be confused with the lovely Poison Ivy. We have a bet, right?

[ Twisting his wrist, the video blurs and comes into focus on a large sabertooth tiger reclining on the living room floor like he owns the place. At the attention, he lifts his head, flattens his ears, and lazily bares his teeth. The video blurs again, coming to rest on Tony’s face, who’s utterly unfazed by being threatened by hundreds of pounds of formerly extinct cat. ]

Meet Stanley. And start the countdown.

[ Flashing a smile, he starts to lower his wrist, then pauses and lifts it back. ]

Oh, right. And one more thing before I forget.

[ Anyone who knows Tony might know better here. Might realize that he wasn’t going to forget and has in fact been building up to this the entire time he’s been talking. ]

“Hot Hands.” [ He even makes the air quotes with his free hand as he smiles, like everything’s all friendly like. Much like Stanley, though, it’s really a baring of his teeth. ] Listen. If you touch Bruce again, I’ll break them. And then my big green friend won’t have to show up to beat your ass into the ground. Capiche?

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[ For this, Bruce lifts his head so he can look Tony in the eye. ]

I know you would. I still don't know why, but. Tony, I am so unbelievably grateful for you. I want you to know that.

[ It's the most spirited Bruce has sounded since he came out of his room. ]

[ There are two ways he can take that. Naturally, he's going the joking route. Though his smile is genuine, even if his misunderstanding what Bruce means isn't. ]

Seriously? You don't get it? I don't like people making you upset. And I like a little controlled violence. Of course, I'm going to offer to punch the bastards.

[ Bruce smiles and ducks his head for a second. Of course. He's still smiling when he picks his head up again, and he leans in to kiss Tony. ]

Punching anyone who doesn't like me is probably going to send the wrong message, but I'll keep the offer in mind. [ He's kidding now too. ]

You think? Like, make you too popular? Give me competition?

[ Nose wrinkling, he shakes his head. ]

Yeah, okay, nix that. [ He ducks his head, kisses him again, and then doesn't pull back when he continues. ] It'll be okay.

[ He smiles against Tony's mouth and touches his jaw lightly. ]

There's no competition for you. [ Even if Betty turned up tomorrow, though that would hurt. He thinks she'd understand. ]

Actually, I think that's my line and you're stealing it.

[ As far Tony's concerned, Bruce deserves the best. The actual best, not the smug asshole pretending to be an ego maniac best. But he smiles, how could he not, and ever so lightly nips at Bruce's lower lip. ]

This descent into the criminal underworld is kind of alarming. Do I need to stage an intervention? Are you going to turn into the Godfather when I'm not looking?

[ He chuckles lowly and shakes his head. He actually feels better, and he knows that's all due to Tony's... magic. If he really were just a smug asshole egomaniac, he wouldn't be able to pull Bruce up out of the depths like that. ]

Maybe, you never know. [ He slides his hand back into Tony's hair and tugs it fondly. ]

I mean it though, Tony. [ He pauses to get his nerve, but there's actually no question about it at this point. His smile turns more serious, and he draws back just enough to look Tony in the eye, but no more than that. ]

I love you.

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[ There’s half a dozen flippant, irreverent things jostling for control of his tongue, and then Bruce goes and says that and every one of them disappears. A lot of things disappear: Tony’s ability to think, to remember how to breathe, to remember where they are, the knowledge that Bruce is upset over the Hulk’s most recent appearance. There’s no way to turn it into a joke and Tony wouldn’t even if he could. ]

I feel like I should give you the ‘you can do better’ lecture. But that’s… [ Not actually anything he wants to do, and with one finger that’s shaking entirely too much for him to play it cool, he traces the line of Bruce’s jaw like he’s half afraid he’s going to disappear in a puff of smoke. ]

That’s only because I—Jesus, if you don’t know that I love you by now, after the song and the, the everything else I’ve been doing for weeks, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convince you.

[ Now’s probably when he needs to be succinct, but it’s usually the onslaught of feelings that prompts him to run at the mouth, and this is like a tidal wave dragging him under. ]

You do know that, right? I’ve been—I haven’t been too subtle? I can—There’s that Whitney Huston song I belt from like the roof of the house if you need me to.

[ Shut up and just say the damn words, Stark. ]

I love you too.

[ The more Tony rambles, the more Bruce smiles. It could be a sign that Tony doesn't actually feel the same way, but he's right. He hasn't exactly been subtle, and if Bruce had a hard time believing it before and kept rejecting the idea, he can't now. Tony was out there with him after he rage-Hulked; Tony is here with him today, threatening Kobra, and that's not really romantic, but that's proof enough. And then there's the song and the everything, yes, but Bruce sees and feels most the fact that Tony is here for him, and he isn't going away.

Bruce slides his other hand into Tony's hair, holding him steady with both hands. Unlike Tony's trembling hand, Bruce is sure of this. Sometimes, he's never more confident than after a Hulking out: confident of who and what he is, confident of just how people will react to him, and confident of who and what he has to fall back on. ]

There's no doing better. You pour everything into the people you care about, and you don't leave a lot of that faith for yourself, but Tony, you deserve it just as much.

[ No one has faith in him. That’s the thing. Everyone, for as long as he can remember, has been expectantly waiting for the next screw-up, the next debacle, the next piece of evidence that Tony Stark is a mess who can’t hope to live up to the name of his father. People get hurt because of him. They get killed. He hasn’t done anything to deserve anyone’s faith.

What Bruce has just said depends a response though, and he has to give it. ]

Bruce, I…

[ He just doesn’t know what it is. And in the absence of anything intelligent to say, he has only one recourse.

The angle’s awkward when he leans into kiss him, but he gets the other arm around him too and tugs insistently, no longer content to sit there all twisted up beside him. He pulls back from the kiss far enough to mouth come here against Bruce’s lips, then tugs at him a little more, trying to get him up and into his lap and as close as humanly possible. ]

[ Bruce has faith in him. He believes in him so much that it's maybe going against his pessimistic way of looking at the world and at people, but he knows Tony is capable of so much, and he does so much. He was willing to kill himself to save them all, and it took him, what, a few seconds to figure that out? All on his own too.

Everyone screws up; no one's perfect, and what people can hope to do is to make up for when they misstep. Bruce lives his life by that idea. If Tony can believe in Bruce even with everything that he's done, then Tony should be able to believe in himself. Somehow Bruce needs to make him see that.

He doesn't know if crawling into Tony's lap is the start to that road, but he thinks it's a start. He follows, trying not to break contact with Tony as he straddles his lap, and once he's there, he kisses him harder now that the angle allows it. Can he kiss into him how much he believes in him? He can try.

Leaving one hand in Tony's hair, he moves the other to his shoulder, gripping his shirt. ]

[ This is so much easier than talking. Words get in the way. Tony’s own inability to spit out what he means in a cohesive, rational way makes it virtually impossible to be eloquent when it actually matters. But he knows where he is with kissing. It’s a language he speaks as easily as breathing.

And if Bruce wasn’t as upset as Tony knows that he is, he’d have his hands under his clothes by now. He just isn’t sure that sex is the way to go here. Not that he doesn’t want it. He does. Provided there was no objection from Bruce, he knows he wouldn’t have any qualms about having sex with the Hulk once the logistics were worked out. That’s how much he wants him, and he never wants there to be any doubt of that.

He just isn’t completely without tact, and he knows that there’s a time and a place for all things. Especially when emotions are running high.

So he settles for hooking an arm around Bruce’s waist and letting his hand come to rest just along the top of his ass. It’s intimate. It’s hard to ignore. And it’s also a compromise between instant gratification and patience. The other hand tangles in Bruce’s hair, holds in there while he kisses him like he hasn’t seen him in months.

Bruce may be trying to send him a message, but Tony’s got one of his own to sense. He loves him. He wants him. And there’s not a damn thing that’s going to change that. ]

[ Bruce isn't as fluent in kissing, but he knows that he loves and wants Tony too, and he wants to convince Tony of that just as much as Tony's convincing Bruce of the reverse. It isn't easy to accept that someone would love him the way Tony does, having met him after everything happened; Betty makes sense because she loved him before, she knows what Bruce was. Tony's only ever known Bruce after the accident, but somehow that's the one he fell for.

It does make Bruce feel, for maybe a few minutes, whole. He hasn't felt whole in a long time.

Tony may not be sure that sex is the right option, but Bruce thinks it is. Emotions are running high, yes, and sometimes that leads people right here, and Bruce is okay with that. This is a far better way of expressing those emotions than others his body could find. Besides, he and Tony love each other. Officially, on the record love, and he wants to lose himself in that with Tony for a little while.

Besides that, in less scientific or poetic terms, Bruce just wants him.

He squeezes Tony's shoulder when he feels his hand settle where it does, and he hums in encouragement. He runs his fingertips down Tony's chest until he can slip it under his shirt, brushing over his ribs. He breaks the kiss enough to talk, his mouth moving over Tony's. ]

Can we? [ Gently he scratches his fingernails over his side. ]

[ It’s as automatic as breathing, the way he leans into Bruce’s hands, and his next breath is a tangle of contented sigh and slightly impatient wanting. ]

Please tell me that that’s a rhetorical question and you’re not asking because you actually think I might say no.

[ No isn’t in the cards. No isn’t a possibility in any conceivable reality. To drive that point home, Tony begins lightly kneading the curve of Bruce’s ass. The couch probably isn’t the best place for this, he can feel Stanley’s eyes watching them, but that doesn’t quite motivate him to stop, either. ]

I want you. I always fucking want you.

[ He noses at the underside of Bruce’s jaw, scatters kisses and gentle bites along the slope of his throat. ]

And I want you to not be wearing clothes right now, because they’re really getting in the way.

[ His laugh is more of an amused exhale, and he closes his eyes at Tony's attention to his throat. ]

It was more of a transition than an actual question. Thought I might give you the option though.

[ In response to the hand on his ass, he rocks his hips forward against Tony's. He's not as worried about turning into the Hulk during sex, but it is possibly a problem since he so recently Hulked out. He'll just be more vigilant, that's all. Because there's no way he's turning back on this after Tony says all of that. ]

You know I always want you too, right? I just assume you take that for granted. Because you're sexy as hell and one look from you sometimes is enough. Right?

[ Does he not tell Tony he's attractive enough? He kind of strays away from it in case Tony thinks that's all Bruce is interested in. It so isn't. ]

And we should probably save the stripping for your bedroom. For Steve's sake.

[ Bruce Hulking out in the middle of sex has never really been much of a concern for Tony. Warranted or not, he’s got a kind of unshakable faith in both Bruce and the Hulk’s control. But now, after that unexpected little interlude in the forest, he’s even less concerned with the Hulk’s appearance right in the middle of things getting hot and heavy.

Provided that it wasn’t mid-coitus. But even then, with the proper preparation, that wouldn’t be much of an issue either. ]

Really? One look? I’m going to test that hypothesis out. Fair warning. You’re so not going to be safe anymore.

[ Not stripping until they get to the bedroom means they’re going to have to get up and that’s assuming a patience Tony doesn’t think he has. Disentangling his fingers from Bruce’s hair, he’s not about to relinquish his grip on his ass, he tugs at the hem of his shirt, eyebrows lifting hopefully. ]

C’mon. Take the shirt off. Give me a little incentive to convince myself that letting you off my lap is a good thing.

Am I supposed to be afraid of that, or...?

[ He grins wider and rolls his eyes, but it's mainly for show. He's in a T-shirt for once, and he tugs it over his head despite how he feels exposed now, being in the living room and the eye line of a tiger. He just hopes Steve or Elle doesn't stop by.

He lifts his eyebrow right back, though his is somewhat of a challenge, and he returns a hand to Tony's hair, tangling in the strands. The other he rests against his chest, sliding over part of the reactor like it's normal. It is normal. ]

Are you sufficiently incentivized? [ He leans over to kiss Tony's jaw, all the way back to his ear. ]

I can get back in your lap once we get there. [ His voice is a low, hot murmur against his ear. ]

Well, I think…

[ The ease with which Bruce gets out of the t-shirt convinces Tony that he needs to start wearing them all the time. It makes for such easy access, and once it’s gone and out of the way, he runs his hand over his chest, smoothing up from stomach to collarbone and right back down again. ]

…um…

[ It’s hard to concentrate when he’s got a hand so casually over the reactor, the psychological effects of that level of accept thoroughly distracting him. And having Bruce’s voice, all sultry tone and hot breath, practically growling in his ear doesn’t help. ]

That depends if we’re using incentivized to mean really fucking hard right now. Are we? Can you teleport? Is that—Do we know how to do that yet? Because we really, really need to learn how to do that.

[ He laughs huskily against him, and he nips the shell of his ear before he sits back. He knows what that kind of acceptance can do to a person because Tony gives it to him constantly. Bruce needs to wait until it's appropriate to run his hands all over Tony's chest to be able to give it back to him in a similar way. It's not really a hardship. ]

That can be our next project when we get home.

[ Reaching behind him, he pulls Tony's hand free so he can link their fingers together, and he climbs off Tony's lap, pulling him up with him. ]

But that's a ways off and I can think of other things we could be doing right now.

[ Grown men shouldn’t whimper the way that Tony does, but he doesn’t really think that Bruce will hold it against him. There’s no help for it, though. They need to get back to the bedroom and dragging his feet isn’t going to either one of them any good.

Fingers closing tight around Bruce’s hand, he gets to his feet and slinks into his personal space, moving so close to him that any movement in any direction is going to bring them into contact. ]

Those other things better last at least a few hours, because I’m claiming like, five of them.

[ Tipping his head forward, he traces the edge of Bruce’s ear with the tip of his tongue before murmuring a low promise that’s all lust and desire. ]

I'm gonna wear you out, Doctor Banner.

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[ Bruce has no problem with whimpers, and hopefully Tony doesn't mind if Bruce stalls completely, but what kind of a response could anyone give to a promise like that? He had a retort about the five hours, but now he forgets what order the words are supposed to go in. The first solid thought he gets back is that they need to go to the bedroom, now. He starts pulling them both in that direction, and the movement kickstarts his brain. ]

Five hours, huh? That's -- That's a pretty big promise.

[ And he's actually sure Tony can deliver. That's what's especially brain breaking. He kisses him again, and if they're not careful, they're going to trip because Bruce is only focused on kissing the hell out of Tony and on keeping himself together enough that he doesn't have to worry about Hulking out again. ]

[ There’s something bubbling under the surface of his thoughts, something he doesn’t even realize is there until they’re heading toward the bedroom and Tony’s raking his fingernails down Bruce’s back hard enough to leave marks. Faint marks. Marks that will fade in a few minutes’ time because Tony won’t actually hurt him for anything in the world.

But it’s there. The desire to leave something on him, to show the world that Bruce is his. It’s a possessiveness that Tony hasn’t felt in years, and it lends an insistent demand to the way he kisses him. ]

Not long enough for you, Bruce?

[ His voice is a low growl when he finally manages to pull himself back far enough to speak. They’re near the bedroom now, though how they got there, he doesn’t really remember, the flurry of kisses more memorable than the steps it took to get them there. Hand tightening on Bruce’s hip, Tony twists and tugs him in through the doorway, aiming a kick at the door to get it shut so he can nudge Bruce up against it. ]

I can do this all night.

[ Tony can mark him. Bruce wouldn't mind. There's very little Tony could do now that Bruce would take issue with in fact because Bruce hasn't been touched like this in a long time, and he trusts Tony. He follows Tony leading them into the room, and his head falls back against the door with a soft thump as he whimpers this time. ]

God, how did I wind up with someone as hot as you? Not that I'm saying you should leave. [ He picks his head up and smiles, breathless and lustful, and he takes hold of Tony's hips so he can keep him in place as Bruce arches against him. That draws another moan out of him, his eyes closing for a second. ]

Take all the time you want. Just mop me up when you're done. [ He has time for half a smile before he's kissing along Tony's jaw and down his throat, and his hands come off his hips to push up the hem of his shirt. ]

Maybe life decided you needed to make up for lost time.

[ Tony smiles back at him, the expression almost a smirk as he fits himself in against him, working a thigh between Bruce’s legs. He knows how he gets with sex, knows he can be a little insatiable if he’s allowed to be. It’s okay to poke fun at it. ]

And Bruce, so you know? You’re going to need mopped up when I’m done with you.

[ Pulling back just a little, he uses the sliver of space he’s opened up between them to yank his shirt over his head. Once, he would have felt nervous about the arc reactor. Now, he barely remembers it as he lays both hands on Bruce’s chest and, curling his fingertips, drags his nails down until they meet the fabric of his pants.

Tony licks his lips, looks pointedly from Bruce’s groin to his eyes. ]

Think you can stand for a few more minutes?

[ Bruce is busy enjoying Tony's new shirtlessness as he runs his hands over him; the arc reactor's nothing new for him at this point, and he's not phased by it. It's a part of Tony, it's keeping Tony alive. If Bruce ever pays it special attention, it's because it's a medical and scientific feat of genius, which he doesn't think is far off from Tony's appreciation for the Hulk.

He catches Tony's pointed look, and his eyes widen with anticipation and arousal. God, he really isn't hot enough for Tony. He needs to stop thinking that because it's pathetic and obviously it's not stopping Tony any. ]

I can manage. [ He flashes him a smile before he kisses him. He doesn't keep Tony there long, since he figures his mouth will be busy elsewhere soon, but he wants one more before he can't kiss him for a little while. He relaxes back against the door, his chest still tingling from Tony's nails. ]

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