Anthony Edward Stark

"I already gave you a wormhole, what more can you ask for?" Bruce has the emotional intelligence of Hulk sometimes. It doesn't even think about crossing his mind that Tony's flirtations are anything but the ingrained habit of years of being the billionaire playboy philanthropist. He'd written Natasha off when she'd been flirting with him, too.

Who could possibly want someone with the enormous issues he has? Oh, and Hulk on top of those issues. It would always be the worst kind of menage a trois.

While Tony amuses himself hacking his first alien system that isn't of Chitauri origin, Bruce wanders the room a little more, touching bottles, smoothing the blanket on the bed, nudging the enormous hammer on the floor with his toe, trying to picture Hulk living like a person here.

By the time Tony's got the system cracked, Bruce has grabbed one of the huge bottles off of the shelves and after a whiff to ensure it isn't too foul, brings it with him to Tony's side. "My offering for your skills."