((Afraid I won’t be able to reply for the rest of the night. My brain is going NOPE to pretty much everything. Terribly sorry.))
Short Fuse || Bruce and Betty
It had been a few days since Bruce and Betty had been reunited. Overall, it was a good three days, but… Banner had fallen behind in his work while catching up with his long lost lover, and sadly, life isn’t some dime store romance novella. It moves on, relentlessly and uncaring. So, no matter what, today he had to get back to work on at least one of his projects.
A sense of dread had come over him upon waking that day, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy day for him. His head throbbed with intense pain, and he felt far more irritable than usual. As he dressed to go into the lab, the former fugitive grabbed a pulse monitor off of his dresser and fastened it about his wrist. After all, it never hurt to err on the side of caution.
However, when he got into the lab, it was as though some invisible attacker was siphoning off all of the energy he had for the day, and the physicist soon found himself abandoning his work after a mere three hours of toil. With a heavy, disgruntled sigh, he went back to the penthouse, brewed himself a cup of tea and glowered at the 3D display of the prototype of his teleportation device (which Tony had affectionately dubbed “Bannertech.”)
As the moments passed, Bruce found himself focusing more on keeping his breathing steady and less on the problem at hand.
bettyross-scientist-deactivated asked: Grinning, she grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket and pulled him close. "I also really wanted to."
"Oh, did you, now?" Bruce asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his features like wildfire before planting a kiss on her lips. At the very edge of his mind, thoughts of their good fortune coming to an end lurked like a bank of ominous cumulonimbus clouds ready to rain down the fury of the heavens upon him. However, he fought to keep these notions at bay so he could at the very least enjoy the moment.
bettyross-scientist-deactivated asked: Well, it is partly true.
"Oh?" Bruce raised an eyebrow in mock suspicion.
bettyross-scientist-deactivated asked: *kisses and runs* The anon made me! *wink*
A bit astonished at first at the sudden kiss, he chuckled. “A likely story.”
It would be so easy to say “Let’s just stay in”, but she knew that wouldn’t be a possibility. The last time they had almost…well, Bruce had made it clear that they couldn’t be physically intimate. No matter how much her body craved it, she had to set aside that selfish desire for Bruce’s sake.
"Uhm…Well, I don’t really know any of the good places here," she said, smiling a little. “What do you suggest?"
"Well, there are plenty of options." Bruce began. "There’s a Thai restaurant just down the road from here, a pizza place a few blocks out (though I must say, it’s a far cry from Stanley’s,) a fairly small shawarma joint… Um… Well, basically, if you’re in the mood for it, it’s here. This is New York, after all."
He still couldn’t believe that they were actually going on a date. Hell, he still couldn’t believe that she was here. He just hoped that nothing would go wrong while they embarked on said date…
Going out to dinner…That actually sounded very appealing. Smiling over at Bruce, Betty nodded slightly. “I do kind of like the idea of that,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “I don’t think I’ve been on a proper date since…well, since before Harlem.”
Not that she had been without opportunities. Coworkers, friends of coworkers, and other men had tried to ask her out, but she simply couldn’t do it. It had been easier to try and move on the first time, when she had accepted that Bruce might never return. But now, after having him come back so suddenly, she could never really bring herself to give up hope of seeing him again.
Wait, were they actually having a normal conversation? About going on a date just like two ordinary people? Was this a thing that was really happening? Dear lord, he never thought he’d see the day when something like this happened again. “Well, I’m sure we can remedy that.”
That’s when it hit him. She hadn’t been on a date since they last saw one another. He didn’t know whether to feel bad for her or be glad that she hadn’t seen anyone else. Bruce settled instead on feeling guilty for even considering the latter. His smile faltered momentarily, and he asked “So, that’s settled. Where, um… Where would you like to go?”