Bruce remembered. Tony did not. The hand on his thigh was thrilling in the way being touched by your crush alone could be and though Tony remembered a hundred touches from a hundred faceless people, so few mattered as much as this one did. He looked up from his food, a wry twisted smirk on his lips, and turned his annoyingly handsome face towards Bruce.
And there was that look, the one that had been veiled on the helicarrier because Tony didn't understand it, the one that had been greeting Bruce every time he visited Malibu or New York or happened to have Tony 'accidentally' run into him in his suit from time to time across the globe. It was the one Alessa had picked up on right away, the one Bruce had been so shy about and Natasha had ignored at the table while they made plans to bring down the Order: Bruce was the only man in Tony's world that mattered every single second of the day.
He didn't have to remember Silent Hill the way Bruce did (though he wanted to desperately) to have the look on his face right now, half hidden behind entirely too long eyelashes.
"I remember...wearing someone else' pants," Tony said quietly before he ditched the fork in the container he had been eating from and leaned up to kiss Bruce more boldly but certainly not as sweetly as Bruce had kissed him the first time.
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Bruce remembered. Tony did not. The hand on his thigh was thrilling in the way being touched by your crush alone could be and though Tony remembered a hundred touches from a hundred faceless people, so few mattered as much as this one did. He looked up from his food, a wry twisted smirk on his lips, and turned his annoyingly handsome face towards Bruce.
And there was that look, the one that had been veiled on the helicarrier because Tony didn't understand it, the one that had been greeting Bruce every time he visited Malibu or New York or happened to have Tony 'accidentally' run into him in his suit from time to time across the globe. It was the one Alessa had picked up on right away, the one Bruce had been so shy about and Natasha had ignored at the table while they made plans to bring down the Order: Bruce was the only man in Tony's world that mattered every single second of the day.
He didn't have to remember Silent Hill the way Bruce did (though he wanted to desperately) to have the look on his face right now, half hidden behind entirely too long eyelashes.
"I remember...wearing someone else' pants," Tony said quietly before he ditched the fork in the container he had been eating from and leaned up to kiss Bruce more boldly but certainly not as sweetly as Bruce had kissed him the first time.
That he remembered at least.