bruce has a type: spies • PSL POST

[nerdon]

filler until it can be prettied

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[tiptoeing]

[He laughs a little at that.] No one is safe around me when I've lost control, not even very talented spies. Just ask Natasha about the Helicarrier incident.

[He doesn't care so much about his own safety.]

late with starbucks

[bespokes]

At least let us pretend we're immortal, Doctor. It gives us hope.

[ Harry smiles, soft and warm, and doesn't realize he's pulled Bruce a little closer than before. ]

i have starbucks too :3

[tiptoeing]

[That makes him stop. Not the fact that they're so close, because he's not pulling away. It's Harry's words.]

Being immortal is not all it's cracked up to be.

[It's spoken as a mumble, but even then the words are weighted.]

[bespokes]

Said the immortal.

[ Harry actually wasn't sure about that one. He would imagine that Bruce would be incredibly hard to kill. That look in his eyes told him he might have tried. Or would want to. ]

There's plenty more garden to see, Doctor.

[ He smiles, cool as ever. Bruce could direct the conversation or their walking. He could also choose to pull away. Harry didn't mind being someone's strength. Even if they were mostly a stranger. ]

[tiptoeing]

[He doesn't choose to pull away, though he does, after a moment, continue walking. He matches his steps to Harry's, as opposed to leading him anywhere.]

As far as I know, yes. Age might do it eventually, but that's a difficult thing to test.

[bespokes]

[ Now Harry has definitely noticed Bruce not pulling away. It was hardly uncomfortable for Harry, if a bit surprising. Can't say he could really complain about eye candy at his arm. ]

Let's hope it's not the opposite.

[tiptoeing]

[Bruce is a little surprised himself; mostly because Harry hasn't pulled away yet. He smiles a bit, shaking his head.] Somehow I doubt it will be, particularly given how the grey hairs on my head are increasing exponentially. Though whether or not the Other Guy will outlive me is another question entirely.

[He pauses, though it's only in thought and not in walking.] Am I allowed to know your real name if we're going to be spending so much time together? Not that Galahad isn't a fitting code name.

[bespokes]

[ He suspects there isn't too much known about this. The good doctor was certainly the only of his kind.

Very flirtatious when he wants to be... Harry tries to hide his smile. ]

Harry Hart. Although, you are more than welcome to compliment me all you like.

[ Target locked, as they say. ]

[tiptoeing]

[There is a faint hint of pink across Bruce's cheeks, and he laughs a little.]

I'll keep that in mind. Isn't "hart" the word used for the red deer stag in medieval times?

[bespokes]

[ Harry pulls away just enough to give him a confused but very amused look. ]

Yes... Yes it was.

[ His hand rests in between his shoulder blades. ]

How did you know that?

[tiptoeing]

[Bruce simply shrugs in response.] I just happened to come across the term in my research of herbal medicine. ... Often what I wind up researching encompasses much more than what I'd initially intended to study.

[bespokes]

[ Now this was certainly intriguing. Harry gives another sweeping look. ]

Remind me to bring you around for the next pub quiz.

[tiptoeing]

[He laughs at Harry's response.] I wouldn't say no, though I'd be terrible at pop culture questions. Even before I went on the run, I wasn't exactly an expert on that kind of thing.

[he's pure academic nerd, ok]

[bespokes]

Between the two of us we might be able to guess.

[ Recruits were good for something until they grew in their winter coat.

They come to a bench shaded by a hedge. Only then does Harry remove his hand to offer Bruce a seat. ]

Why don't you tell me more about yourself, Doctor.

[tiptoeing]

[Bruce nods and takes a seat, gesturing for Harry to sit beside him. Sitting is nice, given how tired he is.]

What do you want to know? I don't even know what there is about me in your files, or what SHIELD has shared with you.

[bespokes]

[ Harry knows that feeling all too well. He does take the seat next to him, giving as much personal space as can be allowed. ]

Name, date of birth, involvement in various workings of SHIELD, as well as an official work history. Beyond that...

[ He really knew little about Bruce Banner, the man himself. ]

[tiptoeing]

Well, you'll have to ask me specific questions. I'm not really used to talking about myself. [His work, sure, and even his enormous green rage monster issues, which are tangentially related to his work. But not so much anything else.]

what a nerd

[bespokes]

[ Harry smiles softly. Small talk not his forte? He could have guessed, really. He turns from him to look to the garden as he asks. ]

Let's start with something simple. Where are you from?

yep

[tiptoeing]

Ohio. Dayton, specifically. But I haven't lived there since I left for college, or been back to visit. [There are reasons for that, but he's not particularly inclined to share them yet.]

What about you?

[bespokes]

London. Spent various parts of my childhood in the countryside. Hardly thrilling considering the work I do now.

[ Harry's trying to keep his eye on the garden but it's very difficult. ]

What pointed you toward science?

[tiptoeing]

I think I would have enjoyed it, but I was quiet and not the most adventurous when I was young, too.

[He thinks about the question.] I suppose I've always to make the world a better place. To help in any way I could, in a way that would also allow me to learn as much as possible.

[It's an answer that might sound insincere from anyone else, but he really means it.]

[bespokes]

And now you help in so many ways.

[ He was getting more attractive by the minute, really. Give him a good clean-up and he'd look downright dashing... Perhaps he should give the chance for that. See him in a suit... ]

Would you like to help it in another?

[tiptoeing]

[Bruce gives him a wry smile.] I try, anyway. And it almost makes up for the times I don't.

...Depends on what kind of way you're talking about. [He's intrigued, though.]

[bespokes]

There is a charity dinner Saturday evening and I need a date.

Simple, straight forward. It didn't have to be a date date. Harry leans to him a bit.

A chance to escape the bat cave.

[tiptoeing]

[Bruce is blushing lightly at the word date, regardless of whether or not Harry actually means it that way.]

I suppose it couldn't hurt. Are you sure you want me to go with you, though? I'm not very good at parties. [Too much awkward small talk and stepping on toes, if there's dancing.]