3… The lights flickered ominously, then went out. Bruce swallowed.
2… People were bumping into him blindly, and muttering hasty apologies.
1… He felt a hand on his arm, familiarly rough and calloused from years of hands on work.
"Happy New Year!" The crowds of people who had shoved themselves into Stark Towers screamed. But Bruce stayed quiet, for a pair of lips had been pressed against the corner of his mouth awkwardly, just missing his own by a half inch. He smiled and adjusted the kiss, only breaking apart when the lights turned back on. "Happy New Year, Tony."