Re: The longest night of the year.
Smart ass. "Alright, if you do, y'know what?" he shook his head to confirm his belief. "Keep it to yourself," the scientist said.
Another bite of his sandwich was taken. He stared at her, smugly eating her salad and giving him all cheekbones and sparkly, mischief-ridden eyes. "Basic monitoring equipment. Polygraph level garbage. Or, something more dependable, a series of video documentation?" he teased her in return. "I'd have to watch back the footage in turns, of course," he chuckled, borderline serious. But no, there didn't need to ever be any "Hulk's Home Porn" in existence. Ever. Nor did Bruce want to be cucked by the brawly green giant. "It really doesn't matter. I'm just trying to wrap my head around all of this," he gestured to the room around them, which was pretty fantastic itself, let alone their address and their relationship and the recent histories. Life was weird. "I know, I know-" another bite, "less thinking, more living." Dr. Banner was trying, by god(s).
"What're you getting me for Yule?" he asked the Russian as he brushed his hands free of crumbs and took a quick drink.