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"Tony."
"—and not to mention that I’ve done all of this work for them for free. I mean, it was just a favor, at first, and then they had me looking at these blueprints for these huge ships. Like, I’m not saying it wasn’t fun, but I have to manage my time a lot more carefully now, you know.”
“Tony.”
"I mean, Pepper’s still taking it easy and Rhodey’s swamped with work. Not to mention you practically turning tail and running out on me a few times; like that’s what either of us need right now. And Fury just thinks that since I so graciously became a part of his super secret boy band, my time is his to throw around willy-nilly."
“Tony!”
"What? Are you even listening, Bruce?"
"Tony, you’ve set the stove on fire."
Whipping his head back around, Tony saw that he had indeed somehow managed to start a fire while he was cooking. He grabbed the towel that had been set aflame and dropped it to the floor, stomping on the end of it quickly to try and put it out. It took a few tries, but eventually he managed to put it out, the cloth now in charred remains with the ash staining the nice wood floor.
For a few moments, the pair of them just stared at the spot on the floor, considering it with equal amounts of exhaustion and curiosity. Then, the both looked up and met each other’s eyes, Bruce’s amused and smiling behind his glasses and Tony gave him a smirk in return.
"What’s with that smile? You’re happy I almost set fire to the whole kitchen, aren’t you? Laughing at my misery, I see."
"No, just wondering how I put up with you."
"I’d say pretty easily, seeing as both you and Pepper claim for some ungodly reason that I’m whipped."
"That’s because you are," Bruce pointed out as he turned to pull the broom out from the utility closet a the end of the row of cabinets. He shooed Tony out of the way and got to work sweeping up the ashes and the remains of the towel. "Either turn off the stove or go back to work."
"You forgot the magic word."
"Is it ‘fire’ or ‘call 911’? Because it will be if you don’t focus on one thing at a time." At the sound of Tony scoffing, Bruce nudged at him with his shoulder and got him to look up. He leaned in and pressed their lips together in a simple kiss, Tony’s hands immediately wandering up to cup Bruce’s face as he hummed and leaned in even further.
But before he could get any more distracted, Bruce pulled away and went back to sweeping up the mess Tony had made. “The green onions and the carrots go in next. We’re eating something other than take-out tonight, small kitchen fires be damned.”
"I like it when you’re bossy, Doctor Banner."
"Shut up and cook, Stark."