She could just, y’know. Shut him up with a kiss. He wouldn’t complain about that, ever.
Or they could go with the rhyme-off, where he’ll totally kick her ass at it.
Which is exactly why he plans on making her a home-cooked dinner, complete with candles, mood-setting lighting, and a nice bath, perfectly set to temperature.
Dinner might not be great, but. Rest assured, the rest of it will be.
"That was a little more than an argument, Jan."
He'd say, before rubbing the back of his neck, and nodding. . warm smile overtaking his lips.
"You count for more than you'll ever know."
"I'm only kidding," he says, before giving her hand a soft squeeze, lips curling into a smile.
"But I've always felt like you were the heart. Always will. The glue that holds us together. . and damn, if you aren't a strong glue."
And so Tony just. . lightly pats Bruce's back, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he does such.
"You were missed, Bruce. By everyone. We're your friends. Always will be."
"...I didn't think anyone did."
The amount of gamma he took on in the Below-Place was thrice that of what he's used to. Because of this, that beautiful brain is very much struggling.
And this is why he's starting to cry right now. No other reason.
"Jarvis is more of. . the soul. And Id say Rogers is the ass," he'd say, with a cheeky grin, before laughing to himself.
"And you're the reason, I feel so happy."
"I've always thought it was you," he says, lips curling into a smile. "Just you."
At least he was honest. . at least, he seemed to be.
"I'm a man of my word."
"I prefer not to think of myself as the heart of anything, on account of the fact that my heart was. . well, y'know."
He'd chuckle, before getting serious, hand reaching up to grab hers.
"I trust you. You trust me. That's how we make this work."