Bruce sits across from you, a fellow Avenger, in a sandwich shop.

He doesn't really tend to eat out, but you asked him on a date, and he was interested.

You're cute. Beautiful, badass, absolutely insane, funny, and cute.

Speaking of cute, which is starting to stop sounding like a word from how much he's been thinking it...

"You know, Bruce, you stare at me a lot. S'cute."

You say before biting into your hoagie.

He blinks a few times, coming out of whatever trance he was just in.

"...Do I?"

Bruce clears his throat awkwardly and sips at his sweet tea.

He's never exactly been the smoothest in general, and this is the first date he's gone on in a very long time.

He's a little out of practice.