You turned and locked eyes on none other the resident gamma radiation expert, Dr. Bruce Banner. You rarely saw him but when you did he would be so adorable. He would always wring his wrists and shine that beautiful smile everywhere he when. His sweetness and calm demeanor caused you to develop a bit of a crush on the scientist. You sighed and greeted him.
“Oh, Dr. Banner, finally getting out of the lab, I see,” you joked. Damn it! Probably not the best word choice when talking to your secret crush. You scratched your neck, trying to brush off the bad comment.
“Well, yes,” he chuckled as he rubbed his wrists in his usual nervous manner. He seemed to take your bad remark rather well, thank God. Then there was an awkward silence between the two of you, your gaze wondering to your black heels.
“So,” you finally decide to break the silence, “what are you waiting for?” Your locked your (e/c) orbs on to Bruce’s chocolate ones. The tension was unbearable. It felt like forever before Bruce decided to speak.
“I was waiting here for you.”
A blush grew on your face. You tried to cover it but Bruce gently took peeled your hands from your face and held them, softly rubbing them with his thumbs. It was then that you connected everything together.
“You’re the one sending me paper planes, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.” He looked worried.
“Why?” You bit your lower lip in anticipation.
“Because,” he entwined his fingers with yours, trying to piece the words together,” I like you but I thought you would reject me. I know I’m not the easiest guy to be aro-” You stopped him right there.
“Why would I? Bruce, you’re like the smartest, sweetest guy I know. You’re perfect to me.”
“Really?” A grin grew across his face.
“Of course.” You freed one of your hands and ruffed up his already messy, brown hair. He batted it away and you giggled at his flustered cheeks.
He reached into his pocket and handed you a small, paper plane. The paper was crinkled and showed signs of being stained by a coffee mug. You unfolded it and read the message inside. Bruce looked at you, awaiting your response. You replied by wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes grew wide at the sudden embrace but the shock faded and he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You felt him smirk against your lips which sent shivers down your spine. Your lungs screamed for air, so you parted away from him and rested your head on his chest. His chest was warm and soft so you cuddled right in as he held you in his arms.
“I love you too, Bruce.”
“So how did you send those airplanes, Bruce?” You were curious about the topic all night during your date. Bruce sighed and began to spill the beans.
“Tony helped me create a robot to go through the vents and send them to you.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. It must have taken a lot of work to build a robot that could figure its way through the vents and deliver a letter safe and sound.” Bruce stopped dead in his tracks, his face turning pale.
“(y/n), How many letters did you get?” His voiced was shaky.
“I think about sixteen,” you recalled.
“I sent twenty two.”
You looked at each other then ran in a panicked frenzy towards Stark Tower where you knew a certain vent-loving archer would soon be dead man, facing the wrath of one trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and one very angry green giant.