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Date 2
About a week and a half after their first date. They decided to go on a second date. This time Bruce and Tony decided to stay home and watch a movie together. They spent 30 minutes arguing about what movie to watch. Eventually they decided to play a game of rock, paper, scissors shoot to see who would get to pick the movie. Tony won and made Banner sit through two hours of Die Hard. Of course Bruce will never admit it, but he enjoyed all two hours of that stupid movie because he was watching it with Tony.
Dates 3
Their third date came two weeks later. Tony suggested that they baked cookies together. He had always seen stuff like this as 'corny,' but now that he was actually going out with someone, his opinion on the subject changed. Now it seemed like a sweet romantic thing. He and his boyfriend. Boyfriend? Is Bruce his boyfriend? Hmm, are they actually an official couple? Should he ask Bruce about it? No, no, you need to get out of your head. What was I saying? Oh yes, something sweet and romantic he and Bruce could do. He really didn't care what they were doing as long as they were doing it together. As long as Bruce was there with him, he'd enjoy it.
Date 4
The fourth date came shortly after, only three days later to be exact.
Text between Bruce and Tony
Tony:get ready and meet me on the roof and dress nicely
Bruce:why do i need to drees nice and
why do i have to meet u on the roof 🧐
Tony:it’s a surprise
Bruce:i don’t like surprises
Tony:well this is a nice surprise
Bruce:no such thing
Tony:bruce just come to the roof u know this hole time you could of been getting dressed
Bruce:who says im not already getting ready
and it’s whole not hole
Tony: …😑 bruce just hurry up
Bruce quickly made his way to the top of the Avengers compound. He had put on
a plain all black suit, he paired it with a simple black tie and black shoes. Really trying to rock the all Black look. When he finally got to the top of the compound, he was met with a beautifully decorated rooftop. There were string lights hanging by poles that were added on the roof, and there were rose petals outlining a table in the center of the roof. The table had a vase with more roses as a centerpiece surrounding the vase where candles. There were two chairs on opposite sides of the table. In one chair there was the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark, dressed elegantly in a nice black tuxedo. It was like a dream, a dream Bruce never wanted to wake up from.
“Hey, beautiful, looks like you finally made it.” Tony said, calling out to Bruce from his chair as he waved Bruce over. Bruce was still star-struck, looking around in amazement; no one has ever done something like this for him.
“Bruce, hurry; the food is going to get cold.”
“Oh yeah-yeah, coming. " Bruce now was making his way to the open seat across from Tony to enjoy this nice date he set up. Though instead of setting down, he was looking around at the beautiful sight in front of him.
“You set this whole thing up by yourself?” Bruce said in a tone clearly specious of Tony’s ability.
“Yes, Bruce, I did in fact set this whole thing up myself," Tony said with an exaggerated eye roll. “Just sit down and enjoy it.” Bruce let out a light chuckle as he took his seat. When he sat down, the first thing he noticed was the nicely plated steak and asparagus paired with a nice glass of Cabernet. The second thing he noticed was Tony’s fidgeting hands and the fact that Tony was so obviously nervous.
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They were now about 50 minutes into their date; the rest of their dates went extremely well, but this date this date was off. Tony was so anxious and not his usual confident self. This made Bruce’s stomach churn uncomfortably; he felt like vomiting. Why was Tony so nervous? Bruce noticed as Tony finally stopped bouncing his leg, which made Bruce a little less worried, until Tony stood up and started pacing back in front, bringing back the pit in Bruce’s stomach.
“Hey Tony, are you okay?" Bruce said the last word slowly, scared to even ask. What if he’s not okay? Did Bruce do something? What did he do? Gosh, he’s always screwing up. What if Tony wants to stop seeing him? Of course he wants to stop seeing you. Look at you. Look at the way you act—so awkward and unfunny. Why do you try so hard? You know no one likes you. No, that’s not true. Ughh, shut up and get it together, your boy. Ugh, no, Tony’s clearly worried you need to help him.
"Umm, Tony," Bruce was speaking carefully, making sure not to say the wrong thing.
“Uhh, yeah, yeah, I'm good. I-I've been meaning to talk to you about something.” Oh shit, he is cutting things short. He doesn’t want this to continue, of course; he doesn’t want this to continue. Why are you acting surprised? You knew this was going to happen; it was a matter of time. This was always going to happen. “So, umm, I was thinking about our relationship, a-a-and like, shit, sorry, I-I have never really done this before." Tony was still pacing back and forth, now messing with his dark brown hair. How how do I ask him to be my boyfriend god this is so elementary why I just ask like a normal person I have the some what candle lit dinner the nice juice stake the whole romantic tone is set now all I need to do is get Bruce to be his boyfriend I mean they been going out for awhile now so he should say yes right. Right? Who knows, but right now we're going to men up and ask. Okay, ask now. Now. Like right now. Gosh, Tony just asked. Get out of your fucking head and ask. You do realize you’re talking to yourself right now. Stop being a pussy and ask.
Tony let out a deep sigh before he stopped pacing. He was now stopped in front of Bruce, starting directly into Bruce’s dark brown eyes. Bruce had the type of brown eyes that you could only tell were brown if you looked long enough, and of course Tony looked long enough. Tony knew Bruce’s face by heart; he made sure he had it memorized. Tony whispered a short okay to himself before letting out another sigh. “Dr. Robert Bruce Banner.”
Shit, why is he using my full name? He literally never calls me Robert. I mean, no one really does. Just listen to what he’s saying, okay? Okay. "Will you please be my boyfriend? See, I know we already been on a couple of dates but I didn’t know if you considered us to be dating and and I got scared that I saw us as dating, and you didn't so I thought I'd just ask, right? Yeah, right," Tony said, answering his own question. “And I really, really want us to be a thing, but I get if this is too soon. Are you you don’t want us to be a—" before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a warm pair of hands around him. Bruce’s hands it felt nice and warm, like a nice, toasty oven. It…it felt loving.
“God Tony you scared me I thought you were going to tell me you wanted to stop seeing me and yes yes I absolutely want to be your boyfriend.” Bruce felt happy Tony the Tony fucking Stark was his boyfriend how many people could say that. None haha well he hoped none it would really suck if more people said they were dating Tony hmm. Bruce quickly pushed the thought away.
“Stop being with you," Tony let out a laugh at how absurd the idea was. “No, never. I-I want to be here with you as long as you’ll let me be.”
Bruce had a dumb little smile speared across his face. “Oh well, why don’t we call it a night and go to bed?"
"If you say so my love.” My love. Hmm, Bruce liked that, my love. Hehe, he was Tony’s love.
Date 5
The fifth date came only about five days after their fourth date. Bruce decided that they would have a nice little picnic date on the Avengers compound, as they had a lot of open space and wouldn’t get interrupted.
Bruce came to Tony’s workspace while he was fixing a problem in his suit he noticed in there last battle. Bruce walked in with a cute little brown straw picnic basket in hand.
"Tony, have you eaten lunch yet?"
Without looking up from his work, he answered. “Umm, no, but right now I’m kinda working on my suit. I’ll eat soon."
“Have you eaten anything at all today?”
“Uh, yeah, I think I’m pretty sure I ate breakfast."
Bruce arched an eyebrow, puzzled at how a man so smart as himself could forget if he ate. "How do you not know? JARVIS, what has Tony eaten today?"
“It appears that the only food Tony has consumed today was one singular piece of bread and around five cups of coffee."
"Snitch," Tony said, finally looking up in no particular direction to speak to JARVIS.
"Well, I have the perfect idea for our third date, but it requires you to stop working on your suit and to eat."
"Oh, I don’t know, big guy; I really need to finish working on this."
“So you would rather sit here covered in grease and only running on coffee than go enjoy a nice picnic date eating juice sliders with me?"
“You didn’t mention you had sliders; you should have led with that."
“Just get cleaned up and meet me out back."
“Sir, yes, sir," Tony said as he then saluted Bruce. "Oh, and Little Red Riding Hood, make sure you don’t run into the big bad wolf on your way out."
“Very funny, Tony," Bruce said as he walked off.
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Tony walked outside and looked around; he soon saw Bruce lying on his back on a red and white plaid blanket.
“I see you really went with the whole picnic theme; you got the little plaque, blanket, and the cute basket.”
“Oh yeah, is it too much? Sorry, I just thought it would be sweet."
“No, no, it’s perfect, and it’s very sweet."
Bruce began to take all of the food out of the basket and meticulously set it in between him and Tony.
"Ok, so I do have something important to talk to you about." Bruce felt his heart start to beat faster, scared, not knowing how this conversation would go. “So I have an idea about how this could maybe work. I obviously haven’t had sex since the accident, but I also haven’t really tried to because I was scared I never really pushed those boundaries."
“So are you saying you want to try and have sex?”
“While that would be at the very top of the list, we would have to start at the bottom of the intimacy chart and make our way up.” He looked over at Tony to see that his dark brown eyes were now intensely focused on Bruce as he was listening. This made Bruce fluster.
"Aww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered."
"Thanks, I guess."
“You’re so very welcome. So what is the bottom of the intimacy chart? Kissing, holding hands, cuddling? I mean we already know we can hug.”
“While I avoid anything involving another person, I would never want to risk anyone else’s life for my pleasure."
“Anyone else? Meaning you have partaken in activities by yourself?” Tony said, dramatically raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I learned that if I go really slow, I can manage it."
"Oh, that’s so hot; you’re so hot." Tony's mouth seemingly moved before his brain before he could think about what he was saying before he could even realize that he was breaking one of Bruce’s rules. “Shit, sorry, Bruce. Did I go too far?"
“No, no, it’s fine, but see, I don’t know what I can handle doing with another person. I don’t know if I can handle kissing, hand-holding, or cuddling, but I would like to find out with you. I would like to push my boundaries with you and see if it might be possible to have sex, and I think if we do it right, I can find out with you if you want that."
“Of course I do. I want everything you can give me, but I don’t want to push you into things you're not ready for. Will go at your pace."
“I was thinking we can start to see where you can actually touch me without me like getting too excited."
“Right here? I mean, if you say so, love."
"Well, I was going to say a little later in a more private, comfortable place." Bruce made sure to put emphasis on private.
“Oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense."
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It was now dinnertime, when all the Avengers were eating the chicken alfredo Nat and Bruce had prepared. They were sitting at a rectangular table. Cap was sitting on one end of the table with no one at the other end. Wanda and Nat were on one side of the table, and Bruce and Tony were across from them. Clint couldn’t stay for dinner and decided to go home. Everyone was making small talk while still trying to eat. Cap was the first to excuse himself from the table, then Nat, then Wanda, and finally it was just Tony and Bruce.
Tony leant over to whisper to Bruce, "Hey, maybe we could go to your room and run a few tests." Tony said, grinning.
"You're probably right." They both got up from the table, put their plates away, and walked to Bruce’s room, earning them a raised eyebrow from Nat, who was sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone.
“Hey Wanda, do you think that Bruce and Tony have gotten closer over these couple of days?"
“I mean, kinda of why."
"Hmm, no reason." Nat had been suspecting something had been going on between Tony and Bruce, but she had no real reason to believe this, and no one else had questioned it, so why should she say something?
“So shall we go to the bed and maybe put on some background noise?"
“Tony, all we're doing is seeing where we can make physical contact. The only reason we waited till we could go to the bedroom was because I didn’t want to be lying on the ground."
“Don’t you think you should change into a little less clothing for this, you know, so you actually feel my hands?"
“Oh yeah, you're probably right." Bruce began to take off his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing his beautifully sculpted body, then moved to his belt, unbuckling it to take his pants off, revealing his dark blue boxers. Tony’s eyes were now glued to Bruce's, seeing the outline in Bruce’s boxers.
"Oh, well I meant like shorts, but this will work too." Tony and Bruce then moved to the bed.
“So how is this going to work? Do you want me to go on top of you or on the side of you? It's your call."
“On my side, I'm-“ Bruce pinched the top of his nose and let out a sigh. “Tony. If you were on top of me, you would have to sit on me. I don’t think that would help us see where you could touch me."
“Yeah, you're right, but it would be fun. Shall I start at the feet and then make my way up?”
"Yeah, that would be the best way to get this done."
“So how do I know if it’s too much for you to handle?"
"Oh, I will say, umm, shawarma. Yeah, shawarma."
"Ok, got it. 'Shawarma' means 'stop.'"
Tony then put his hands on Bruce’s feet, then on Bruce’s legs, going from one side of his leg to the other, making sure to touch every inch of his legs. He moved his hands slowly up; he was now up to Bruce’s thigh. He started doing what he was doing to the other part of his legs, studying every inch of Bruce; he was now higher up Bruce’s thigh. He noticed Bruce had started to get flustered at his touch. Tony was almost to Bruce’s torso, but before he could get to his torso, he had to go through the danger area. Bruce has had his head towards Tony this whole time, but he could feel his blood rushing down to his dick Tony probably thinks you're pathetic, hard at simply him touching your thighs. He raised his head a little to confirm what he already knew. He loved the way Tony’s hands felt on his skin; it felt so nice confronting his mind-trailing off to all the things he wanted Tony to do to him. He wondered how Tony would feel in him. God, he hopes he could figure it out.
"Bruce, is it ok if I touch your penis? Do you think you would be able to handle that?"
“Ughh, yeah, yeah, JARVIS is ready to deploy your suit if anything goes wrong, right?"
"Yeah, of course." Tony began to put one of his hands on Bruce’s already hard cock Bruce’s let out a soft groan and squeezed his thighs together. The sensation of Tony grabbing his cock was too much to handle.
“Shawarma, shawarma." Bruce felt the Hulk slowly trying to take over. Tony noticed how Bruce’s eye had a slight tint of green; he quickly moved his hands away from Bruce and jumped out of the bed. Bruce began to breathe in and out to calm himself down from the sensation of Tony’s touch. It took him a while to get the hulk to retreat to the back of his mind. Tony was now looking over at Bruce, concerned, not knowing if he should ask if he wanted to continue or not.
Tony began to speak in a soft tone. “Hey, big, if you don’t want to continue with this, that’s okay; I could leave and we could continue this later. We don’t have to continue this at all if that’s all that you want."
“Umm, no, we we should finish this now, but let’s be quick about it. I don’t know how much more I could take." Tony began to slowly lie back on the bed and moved to his side to face Bruce. He moved his hands to Bruce’s chest and then to his arms and then to Bruce’s hand. He was looking over at Bruce’s face to see how he reacted to his touch. Tony noticed he didn’t react much when he held his hand, so he decided to keep hold of Bruce and feel the warmth of the touch, holding on as long as Bruce would let him. He skipped over Bruce’s face, and with his free hand he ruffled through his hair. He knew Bruce wouldn’t react to it, but he still decided to go through his hair; he wanted to feel every inch of Bruce’s that Bruce would allow him to. He soon moved from Bruce’s hair and went to his face, making sure to touch every part of it. He touched the soft edge of his jaw, then he moved his hands towards Bruce’s lips. God, he wanted to kiss Bruce so much he kept his hand on Bruce’s bottom lip, fighting the urge to kiss Bruce. He wondered how his mouth tasted; he wondered how his lips felt. He looked longingly at Bruce; he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to kiss him, and he didn’t know if it was ok to ask.
Bruce noticed Tony's dark whisky-brown eyes fixated on his lips with a hungering expression. "Tony, it’s ok; you can kiss me. I'll—I'll be fine." Tony leaned in towards Bruce hesitantly before he placed a short, passionate kiss on Bruce’s lips. He felt the coldness of his lips; he wanted to fill them with warmth, but Bruce pulled away from the kiss, not letting it go on for any longer.
"Wow, I really don’t want that to be a one-time thing."
“Trust me, it won’t be unless you give me a reason to stop kissing you," Bruce said as he leaned in and gave Tony a soft kiss on his cheek before getting out of the bed.
“Wow, Dr. Banner, are you going to give me more of a show and take off those pretty blue boxers?"
“See, that's a reason I might stop kissing you, and no, I'm changing into my pajamas. You know I probably shouldn’t only have boxers on in a home with, like, 5 other people at any given time."
“Aww, well, there goes the show. Hey, is it ok if I sleep in your room tonight? We can watch one of the horrible movies you like."
“My movies are bad; the only movies you watch are ones that blow stuff up every five seconds," Bruce said, now putting back on his shirt. “Get off the bed and help me move it to the floor."
"What?"
“I can’t move it on my own." Bruce was now speaking in a condescending and slower tone as if he were speaking to a five-year-old and not a highly educated man.
"Yes, I know that, but why?"
“So we can sleep together. You said you wanted to sleep in my room; if I move my mattress to the ground, you could sleep on the ground, and I could sleep right next to you on the mattress."
“Oh, see, that's all you had to say. Was that so hard?"
"Tony, just help me move the goddamn bed to the ground." They went to opposite sides of the bed and pulled it up, slowly moving it over the footboard to then plop it on the ground. Bruce handed Tony a pillow to use for the night.
"Wow, just going to put me on the floor."
"Yup, it’s either that or you have to leave the room," Bruce said, making sure to pop the 'p' on 'yup.' He was now scrolling through Netflix looking for a movie he and Tony might enjoy. Eventually they chose a movie that they could drift asleep to.
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Bruce woke up from his slumber to find his boyfriend still asleep; he then realized that it was still night. Bruce slowly started going back to sleep as he did. Bruce’s hand fell over his mattress, searching for Tony’s hand. When he found it, he let his hand rest on top of Tony's, feeling the warmth as he drifted back asleep.