"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
"Because it's true?"
Bruce Banner turned, glaring at Tony Stark, who raised his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm just saying ... "
"We live in a time that two people of the same sex can marry and be happy!"
"Yeah, well," Tony looked up. "That's ... "
"That's...?" Bruce crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. Tony looked to Bruce, then back away.
"It's ... really hard to talk to you when you're half dressed." He said, finally. Bruce glared. "What? I know we're both adults but it's awkward."
"You're avoiding my question."
"And you're avoiding putting on a shirt. And pants. And, really, I pegged you for a briefs kind of guy ... " Bruce's eyes narrowed. "But, hey, at least they're not funny-print boxers!"
"Will you just answer the question?" Bruce snapped, eyes narrowing. Tony winced.
"It's ... well. You're just ... and she's ... "
"I'm not that old!" Bruce let out, exasperated. "She's twenty-two."
"And you're, what?"
"That's none of your business."
"You're at least my age." Tony mused. Bruce groaned. "I'm not saying it's wrong, it's just a ... shock." As Bruce stared, Tony sighed.
"Alright. Fine. You two should be happy and yadda yadda yadda, but you have ... him. What if you snap around her?"
"I've got it under control."
"For now." Bruce ran a hand through his hair and Tony frowned. "How long do you think you can keep it up?"
"I don't know. I don't want to think about it."
There was silence between the two. Tony finally spoke up.
"So, does she call you 'Daddy' while you two are - "
"Will you get out of here?" Bruce snapped, his face turning red. "Honestly, you're - " Whatever Tony was, we may not know, for Amy had stepped out of the bedroom, rubbing at her eye, trying to force out the grains of sleep.
"So that's why you're not wearing your shirt." Tony grinned, quickly hopping out of the way of a swing and left the small apartment, closing the door behind him. Amy blinked, her face a mixture of confusion and tired.
"Did I miss something?" she frowned walking over to Bruce and looked up to him. No wonder the girl wore such high heels. Bruce looked to Amy and smiled, shaking his head.
"No, Amy. Tony was just ... " at a loss for words, he shook his head, wrapping his arm around Amy, the girl giggling as she let herself get pulled close to him and they kissed.
"Whatever you say, Daddy." Oh... Thank God Tony wasn't here anymore!
