It's been a while...
I'm so excited because Thor Ragnarok is only two weeks away!
next chapter will be about what Nat had been up to after Civil War.
Being the best man of Tony Stark was quite a job. While playing Tony's therapist for some time now, it didn't surprise Bruce to be considered at all. But he should at least give it a thought or two before agreeing. He should've known better. Somehow, he avoided getting in touch with the stripper at the bachelor party, just because cap seemed to be a better victim. Somehow, he successfully got Tony sober for the wedding (mental note: it's not a good idea to throw the bachelor party the day before the wedding!) and somehow, he even stopped Tony from freaking out at the church while everyone waited for Pepper to arrive.
He was watching Natasha on the dancefloor, having 4 years old Nathaniel standing on her feet while both their shoes stand abandoned under one of the round tables. He couldn't remember seeing something as adorable as her 'dance' with the little boy. Bruce picked up her shoes and approached the pair, tipping on Nates shoulder.
"Hey buddy. May I have the next dance with Auntie Nat?" He asked the child and Natasha stopped dancing. Nate pressed his head back into the nape of his neck, looking up at Bruce.
"hmmmmmm ...No!" He shot Bruce a devilish smile and giggled. That was just great! Bruce hadn't seen Natasha in four weeks because she was busy being a spy and himself being busy caring for Tony and now everything that stood between them was Hawkeye junior. Natasha bit her lip to avoid laughing.
"Nate, do you see Wanda over there? I think she looks sad. Maybe you can cheer her up?" She suggested and Nate really looked at Wanda. He kind of had a crush on her, not like he loved auntie Nat but enough to let him just run off to Wanda. Kids got distracted so easily.
Bruce chuckled and gave Natasha her pumps. She took a hold onto his shoulders while she slipped back into her shoes. He led one hand rest on her waist while he pulled up her chin with the other. Their eyes met for the first time in nearly a month.
"Hello stranger." He mumbled and she returned a 'hello handsome' before she kissed him. They had to stand there just kissing for some time because somebody passed by grumbling 'go get a room'. Bruce ended the kiss and planted a kiss on her nose and her forehead before he looked at her again. "You're going green on me for a change?" He asked because of her dress. She smirked in respond. "I thought you would've like it." "Well, I'm sure the other guy would." She pouted and rolled her eyes. "You see... he brought me flowers..." "He brought you one flower... once!" Now she laughed. "Okay, next time I'm considering wearing your colour. That would be grey, I guess?" She ruffled through his hair and he looked kind of grumpy. "Just to inform you. Chicks dig that!" He countered and Natasha snorted. "I hope not. I might get jealous." Bruce looked surprised. "I'm kind of jealous. We didn't see each other in a month and you haven't thought about saving the first dance for me?" She sighed. "You were busy being best man. And you didn't ask for the dance. Nate did." She shrugged her shoulders. Bruce felt silent, one hand going inside of his pocket, toughing the little box. "Well, I've missed you...and I've got a different question for you." Natasha stared at him, then grabbing his hand and entangling their finger bevor pulling both their hands out of the pocket. The box remained hidden. "Are you happy, Bruce?" She asked and he looked startled. "What? Sure…. I mean, yes of course. Why? Are you not…? Have I done something so….?" Natasha stopped him there by just giving him a short kiss. "I couldn't be happier." She said, looking at his eyes, smiling. They began to dance and Bruce took the hint.