The longest night of the year.
"You know, from a scientific standpoint..." Bruce looked over his shoulder at where Natasha was lounging in their room of the palace, "do you... have a preference?" Seriously, he wasn't angling. Really. He was curious. Bruce, himself, wasn't the jealous type. Hulk, though... Anyway. After Banner's drink was poured and he had his sandwich in the other hand, he turned to fully face the redhaired woman who graced his presence. He took a bite and chewed to give her time to answer, his back leaning against the countertop. Apparently, there had been wedding night shenanigans, as told to Bruce by the text from Hulk in the Avengers group text.