I hopped up onto the table in front of my boyfriend, "Happy birthday, Brucie" I grinned happily, leaning down to place a kiss to his cheek.

He laughed quietly, looking up at me as he rested his hands on my thighs, "Please, don't remind me"

I slid down off the table to sit in his lap, an arm hooked around his neck, "Why? We should be celebrating, have some kind of party at least"

Bruce blushed slightly, "Because, Amanda, I feel like a cradle snatcher enough without being reminded that I'm another year older"

I laughed, "Honey, no-one thinks of you as a cradle snatcher. I mean, everyone knows there's a fair bit of an age gap between us but nobody cares"

"Speaking of," Bruce said cautiously.

"What?" my head tilted.

"I've never known what age you are. I always presumed you were about Clint's age, but I don't even know what age he is-"

"Clint's age? Um, Clint's four years older than me Bruce, honey"

"Oh"

There was silence for a moment before I added, "I'm twenty nine, Bruce"

His eyebrows raised, his mouth open slightly – he nodded, "O-kay"

"Honey, it's alright."

"I was at high school the year you were born" He said quietly, realisation hitting him.

I had to take a second to take that one in, "Okay, when you put it like that, it does seem pretty... um, significant. But I don't care, Bruce – unless you...?"

"No." he held me tighter in his arms, more securely, "I mean, it doesn't change anything really, does it – we're still us, we're good together" he stroked my hair.

I grinned, "Yeah, of course we are – aware of the seventeen year gap or otherwise" I giggled, looping my arms round his neck. I kissed him and Bruce grinned against my lips. Whether we were born years or minutes apart, Bruce and I were amazing together, nothing could change that.