Set a month after the last chapter
"Morning." Captain nodded to Georgia. She yawned in reply and fumbled with the coffee machine.
"Mor-morning." she said. She looked sick and she had serious bedhead.
"What time did you get back last night?" Bruce asked. Georgia gave him an innocent 'who-me?' look then sighed.
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"I second that." Tony wandered into the kitchen in the poxy hotel apartment they were sharing and turned the coffee machine on for Georgia. Captain rolled his eyes.
"I had that." Georgia said grumpily.
"Just 'cause I beat you in a shot battle."
"Pure vodka, Stark, and you cheated."
"Did not."
"Shitting coffee machine," Georgia said as it started beeping erratically. Tony laughed and sat down on a chair. Bruce frowned at them both.
"Shot battles? pure vodka? We're here for work."
"Well I'm a millionaire genius scientist. This isn't work. Work is science, Stark Enterprises."
"Work is my books." Georgia said. (She wrote and illustrated comic books).
"Mornin', guys!" Hawkeye yelled. Georgia and Tony groaned and slumped on the floor.
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Bruce POV
She so totally fancies him. And Tony fancies her back. It's so obvious. And Captain likes her too. You can tell by the way he always sighs whenever they're together. And Tony and her go drinking together. But they haven't done the bed-work yet. That's odd for Tony.
Hmm.
Maybe he really likes her, not just lusts.
That'd be a nice change.
"Hey, Stark, pass me the hair molecule thingy." Georgia said and Tony smiled.
"Stop calling me Stark. It's creepy."
"Yes, sir!" she saluted him.
"Mm, I could just imagine you in a tight army uniform and cap."
"Not happening, Stark."
"One day, Cooper," Tony said, "you'll succumb to my charms."
I shook my head. Maybe he lusted her a bit. Who doesn't? Except Hawkeye.
...
Tony Georgia
So last night...
We were drunk
And?
And it didn't mean anything
Right?
I don't get why you don't want me to flaunt my sexual preference for you
Captain
Right. It didn't mean a thing.
Good
But it did, Georgia, and we both know it.
Don't, Tony.
I won't then. But remember this - if you ever EVER need me, then I'll be there. And if you ever feel anything other than the normal feelings about me, then tell me. Tell me straight away. I don't care where I am.
Tell me.
Even if I'm in the middle of a date.
Promise?
Promise.
Ugh this turned sort of soppy and lovey-dovey. Never mind.
