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*Tony and Bruce were hard at work on VERONICA. Well, Tony was. Bruce seemed distracted.*
Tony: Hey, I get that that's an interesting window, but this was your idea. You could at least pretend you care enough to help me here.
Bruce: Oh! Right, sorry. I just...
Tony: Romanoff training in the next room?
Bruce: Yeah.
Tony: You need to just buck up and confess already.
Bruce: Confess what?
Tony: I'm not an idiot, I see the way you look at her.
Bruce: It's not like that. I'm admiring her technique.
Tony: You're admiring her eyes.
Bruce: I am not.
Tony: Which weapon is she using?
Bruce: Gun?
Tony: Batons. You've got it bad. I say go for it. You have to tell her.
Bruce: There's nothing to tell.
*They heard a voice from outside the lab.*
Natasha: Exactly, I've known for weeks. And I haven't been at all subtle about the fact that I feel the same way.
*Bruce turned red. Tony tried his best not to laugh.*
Bruce: We didn't shut the door?!
Natasha: By the way, you have nice eyes too.