Disclaimer: I do not own you, nor do I own your Avenger love interest.

For laurellovescoffee (Quizilla)

You sat in the living room of Stark Tower, enjoying Tony's victory party. Loki was gone and so far no new threats had appeared. So, of course, the billionaire had thrown a party. All of the Avengers were there, plus the SHIELD agents and some random fans and reporters. Being an Avenger yourself, you were automatically invited.
You sat on one of the couches surrounding the coffee table, playing Poker with Natasha, Clint, and Tony. Tony was buzzed and had a couple of chesty blondes hanging on him. He was also losing badly. Natasha rolled her eyes every now and again, trying not to pay attention to the slutty girls. She had won a round or two. Clint just grinned. He envied Tony's playboy lifestyle, and enjoyed your and Natasha's reactions to his playmates. He hadn't won yet, but he had come close. You had won almost every game.
As you were about to start another game, Tony, being the drunken "genius" that he was, made a suggestion.
"How about Strip Poker?" he said with a hiccup.
"I'm game!" Clint agreed excitedly.
"Not a chance," Natasha refused, leaning back against the couch to show she wasn't interested. All eyes turned to you. Deciding to have some fun, you gave a shrug.
"Sure, why not?"
The boys grinned and began dealing. Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, wondering why in the hell you agreed.
"Live a little, Tasha. Tony won't remember anything tomorrow anyway and Clint's virtually harmless," you reasoned. The redhead sighed and thought about it for a moment.
"Alright, fine," she agreed, leaning forward to grab her cards. Clint happily pumped a fist into the air.
Since there were more than two people, you guys decided that whoever lost the worst would have to strip (I don't know how Strip Poker works with four people so I'm making it up). Tony bombed the first round and ended up shirtless. Clint ended the same way for the second round. Somehow, your luck ran out. Maybe you shouldn't have accepted that drink from Tony. Whatever happened, you ended up shirtless as well after a few games. Bruce chose that moment to come join the party.
You felt a blush creep onto your face. Great, you thought, shirtless in front of the hottest guy here.
"Do I want to know?" Bruce questioned, nodding to the growing shirtlessness.
"Strip Poker," Natasha replied simply, taking her turn. Bruce nodded slowly.
You bombed the next game and lost your pants as well. Cold and embarrassed (after all, Bruce- and the other three- had now seen you in your bra and panties), you announced that you were quitting and moved to reach your clothes. Except they were gone. Tony had somehow stolen them when you weren't paying attention and was hiding them from you.
"Give them back, Tony!" you demanded, wrapping your arms around your chest. It didn't do much to cover you or warm you, but you felt it necessary nonetheless.
"I don't have them," Tony replied drunkenly.
"Where'd he put them, Tash?" you asked the redhead, who sighed.
"I don't know, actually. He could have gotten rid of them for all I know. He's much sneakier when he's drunk," she responded. You groaned. You were not about to walk through Stark Tower in your undies - the party was on the fifth floor, and your room was on the first!
"Here," Bruce said from a few feet away. he slipped off his jacket and handed it to you, averting his eyes out of respect.
"Thanks," you mumbled, still upset with the billionaire. Thankfully, Bruce was a bit taller than you, so the jacket went just past your butt.
The ever-kind doctor walked you to your room, making sure no one noticed your near-nakedness (Damn, there are a lot of n's in that sentence). You moved to turn the handle but it stayed in place as thought it were locked. You tugged on the handle again, jiggling it this way and that, but it wouldn't budge.
"Jarvis?" you called.
"Yes, ma'am?" the computer called back.
"Did you lock my door?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Why?"
"Mr. Stark asked me to."
"Why?"
"I am not sure. He just asked that I lock your door and let no one in."
"What about me?"
"Including you, ma'am."
"But it's my room!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Stark's orders."
You groaned and banged your head against the door. You began mumbling inappropriate and incoherent curses about the billionaire.
"You could stay in my room, if you want," Bruce offered quietly. You stopped your ranting and looked at him.
"Really?"
Bruce nodded. You felt your face heat up again.
"Thank you so much!"
He smiled and nodded in return, extending a hand to you. You accepted and he led you to his room on the third floor.
He turned the handle- of course, there was nothing wrong with his door- and stepped inside, motioning for you to follow. You stood in the doorway awkwardly.
It's all good, Lia, you told yourself. You're just standing almost naked in your crush's bedroom where you have no clothes and can't get into your room because stupid Tony locked it. Nothing weird about that.
"I have some clothes you can borrow, if you want," Bruce said nervously, digging through his closet. He pulled out a grey wifebeater and black lounge pants. You mumbled a quick thanks and wondered if you should go into the bathroom or not. Realizing that you weren't actually changing clothes, just putting clothes on, and that it couldn't get much more awkward than this, you made sure the main door was closed and put the clothes on right there. Bruce turned away respectfully, clearly not wanting to make it worse for you.
"I really appreciate this, Bruce," you said sincerely when you finished. He smiled.
"I'm happy to help. Do you have a problem with us sharing the bed? I can sleep on the floor if it bothers you," he asked sweetly. You bit your lip nervously.
"No, we can share it," you decided slowly. You tried not to show how happy and nervous you were. You stood awkwardly beside the bed, staring at Bruce. The doctor gave a small smile and pulled the royal purple comforter back, gesturing for you to get in. You slowly complied, sliding into the bigger-than-king-sized bed. You sighed happily at the softness of it, immediately curling into the blanket and sheets. He followed shortly, staring up at the ceiling.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here," you said quietly, stifling a yawn.
"Not a problem," he replies with a quiet chuckle. He thinks you're cute when you yawn, but he was too shy to say so.
Within minutes, you were asleep.
Minutes later, you were awake again.

"Lia?" a soft voice called from beside you.

"Mm?" you mumbled sleepily.

"I'm sorry to wake you," he began, hesitating, "but I need to talk to you."

You rolled over to face him. "About what?"

"I... Well... Uhm..." Bruce seemed to stumble over his words, and even in the darkness you could swear you saw a blush creeping across his features.

"What is it, Bruce?" you asked quietly.

Before you knew what was happening, Bruce pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened slightly. He was just about to pull away when you began to kiss back. He placed a warm hand on your cheek, prolonging the kiss. He broke away for air after a moment, breathing a soft sigh and looking at you. You bit your lip.

"I really like you, Lia," he whispered. You gave a small smile.

"I really like you, too," you replied. He returned the smile and kissed you again, moving his hand from your cheek to your waist in order to pull you closer. You placed your own hand on his cheek and sighed into the kiss. He kissed you a few more times before pulling away completely. You rested your head on his chest and laced your fingers with his.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Bruce asked quietly. You could feel his head turn to look down at you. You tilted your head up and smiled at him.

"Of course I will."