I don't know. This feels AU-y.
Not gonna be a full on story, because honest I can't think of a good plot line (apart from the obvious romance) and to keep the characters .. the characters.
Even here it seems OOC, but maybe it's just my paranoia...
So, yeah. While it's not going to be a one-shot, don't expect a linear story line. I'll probably add more "snippets" though. If people enjoy it enough.
Heck, I probably will just to get them written down.
"I lied." Bruce Banner looked up, over to the young woman next to him. Where had this come from? Not five minutes prior the two had been chatting about the party.
"Come again?"
"I lied." Amy Bishop looked to him. "To them." she moved her head towards the crowd behind them. Ritzy folk. Hoity-toity. "I don't live in a mansion three cities over. I'm not filthy, stinking rich." She looked down, picking at the pearl necklace around her neck. "These are fake. My dress is cheap. I don't know the difference between La Bayadere and La Sylphide. You could give me sparkling grape juice and I'd call it the finest champagne."
Bruce blinked, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words that .. weren't there. This was a party hosted by the creme of the crop. Everyone here was high class. And everyone there was there to thank the Avengers for their most recent victory. Amy sighed, chewing her lip as her hand came and began to play with a strand of blonde hair. "Oh, and I'm wearing hair extensions."
"Now that's just down right diabolical." Bruce grinned as the younger woman giggled. She looked back to him, straightening. "Why are you telling me all this?" Amy's smile left as she glanced away. The two stood on the balcony in silence, the quiet drone of the restless city giving a nice rhythm.
"Because I should be happy where I am right now." she said, finally. "I left home to accomplish just this. I got into Arthur Cromwell's pocket, I became his favorite party guest. Everyone wants to know me. Wants me at their parties. Their charities. They want me to sit by them at plays and what-have-you. I should be happy to be so popular. But..." Amy closed her eyes, slumping against the railing.
"It's not what you wanted." Amy jumped slightly, looking to Bruce wide eyed. "You thought it would be everything you dreamed and it's not."
"No, it is." Amy said, standing straight. "It's exactly how I thought it'd be. I'm invited to go watch Swan Lake next week, and this Saturday there's a charity auction I'm expected to go to. My schedule's booked! Everyone loves me!" she was growing hysterical, her voice rising with every word, her hands coming up and motioning wildly. "I knew I had to lie. I know it's wrong, but I - I can't stop now! I'm at the top! I've got two options, now. I can lay down in my grave and drop or I can keep digging and postpone it that much longer and be adored." She gasped, biting her lip and glanced back towards the party. No one seemed to be paying any attention to the two outside. "I can't fall. I'm afraid to fall." her lip quivered as she looked to Bruce. "But I can't lie forever. They'll find out." Amy was breathing hard, trying to keep the tears swimming in her eyes from falling.
"Then tell them." Bruce said, sipping at the champagne in his hand. "Don't tell me. If they're your friends then they'll stick by you."
Silence. Amy blinked, looking up at Bruce before she smirked. Her shoulders shook as she tried - and failed - to contain her laughter. When it broke it sounded ... relieved. "That's such a dad answer!" Bruce blushed, standing straighter.
"I - I'm not that old!" he said, defensively. Amy laughed more, looking up to him, smiling.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're young where it counts." she teased, biting her lip as she glanced off, her own face turning red. Bruce sputtered.
"D-did... Was ... "
"Amelia!" The two glanced as a woman poked her head out onto the balcony. "Darling, I've been looking all over for you! I must talk to you about the charity auction this weekend! Oh!" She glanced, as if just seeing Bruce for the first time. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
"Oh, n-no Maria." Amy smiled, glancing to Bruce. "I'm sorry, Bruce. Perhaps we'll catch each other again?" Bruce smiled, nodding. Amy quickly left, standing next to Maria as the two walked off talking. Bruce watched them for a moment before looking to the glass in his hand.
"Bruce!" he looked as Tony now stood at the door. "Come on buddy, lots of girls out here dying to meet you!" he winked, clicking his tongue. "Don't keep 'em waiting!" Bruce chuckled, setting the glass down on the railing. Tony raised an eyebrow. "You look chipper."
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Wanna share with the class?" Tony nudged Bruce, grinning. Bruce gave Tony a shove away. "Well, you're no fun." Bruce just smiled.
