Who: Bruce Banner and Jane Foster Where: Bruce’s apartment at Stark Avengers Tower When: Saturday just before 7pm What: Just dinner… right? Rating: Low Status: Closed and on going
Bruce had spent all of Saturday afternoon cleaning every inch of his apartment back into normalcy from the reams of paper that littered his three separate desks. The entire back wall of his apartment was devoted to his research; computer monitors on every single desk were spotlessly clean after his hard work. He wanted to impress Jane with more than his mind and well… he didn’t think that perhaps he had more than a glint of a chance with her romantically with the Norse God as competitor but he at least wanted to know her better. He had a gut feeling they could be friends. It had taken everything he had to not push away the idea of friends and love from him because of The Other Guy. Long, arduously lonely years before he came across Tony Stark had led to a more-than-enough self-hatred complex but he had to credit Tony with making him see opportunities for connections that needed to be acted upon. The first one Bruce was certain he wanted to strengthen was with Jane. He’d been impressed immensely by her work with the Einstein-Rosen bridge and her doctoral thesis was legendary in his field. She was nothing short of brilliant and he’d always been curious about brilliance.
So he’d spent hours cleaning, tidying, cooking for them in his gadgeted kitchen in the Tower; he wanted to make a good impression and the one thing Bruce knew how to cook was Indian food. Spending years on the run in deepest Asia had allowed him the gratitude of the women there, and Bruce allowed himself to be paid in food and lessons on how to make it. He was a good hand at it, if he did say so himself. There was rice pilaf in the oven and a sauce on the stove keeping warm ready for Jane to turn up around 7.