Someone made a comment about imagining Bruce wanting to label things, well I imagined that too, I wrote this chapter last night but passed out before I could upload it. I won't be up all night updating tonight because I have a cupcake business and I'm baking for a friend's party (Two dozen red velvet cupcakes). All of my cupcakes are based on movies. I'm currently trying to figure out a cupcake for each of the Avengers. If Bruce were a cupcake what kind do you think he would be?


"Bruce?" Dallas half whispered, half shouted into the scientist's room. "Bruce?" he knocked on the door. "Bruuuuccccce!" the door swung open and Bruce looked at Dallas curiously, it was kind of obvious Dr. Banner had been getting ready for bed; he was wearing a baggy pair of string tie pyjama bottoms and a gray frumpy tee shirt. He had a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and had just barely shoved his glasses back on when he opened the door.

"What?" he took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"There's a creepy crawly in my room, I need to switch rooms."

"What?" he asked as if he wasn't sure he had heard what he had just heard.

"There's creepy crawlies, I didn't touch the bed or anything, oh except the hair dryer, pllleeeease! It's too late to call the hotel to have them come get it or I would."

"Why don't you just put it out on the balcony or something?" he asked.

"Well excuse me for not having enough time to catch a bug and integrate it back into the wild, but if there's one, there's bound to be more!"

"And you want me to sleep with the bugs instead?"

"Well yeah, you're a guy." Dallas shrugged. "You can handle that better than me."

"...Alright just, give me a second." Bruce said with a sigh as he turned back to the bathroom. It was kind of obvious he wasn't going to win this argument, and he knew Dallas wouldn't be coming to him for just anything- even if this request was slightly insane. He finished brushing his teeth, grabbed his shoes and slipped them on before he traded key cards with Dallas. He went to the elevator and took it down a floor, then went to the room, room 906. He opened the door and instantly saw why Dallas had been so insistent on him trading.


"What are you doing here?" I spun around; holding my towel tighter around my body if that was possible.

"Dallas." he said and I frowned.

"What about him- Did he pull the 'there's a creepy crawly in my room and where there's one, there's bound to be more'?" I asked and he nodded dumbly as he forced himself to look at my face and not follow the line of water that was slowly dripping down my neck, across my collarbone and further down... Not that I noticed where his eyes were, I was too busy going to the dresser. "That meddling bitch." I muttered. "Well come in here shut the door; I don't want everyone to know what I look like in a towel.

"But you don't mind me knowing?" he blurted out. I paused and looked at him.

"I don't mind you knowing." I agreed. He smiled lightly, before he pointed to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back." he said and I nodded as I pulled on a pair of underpants.

"Hey Bruce, which room were you in?"

"1034." he called back. I went to the phone and dialed that room number.

"Cupid's hotline, this is Cupid, how may I help you?"

"I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe he fell for it!" he laughed. "Did he catch you changing?"

"No, he caught me in a towel you psychotic perv."

"I only use my psycho perv powers for good." he sang. I laughed and shook my head. "Look, spend the night with him, sleep with him, or don't sleep with him, whatever. Just have a good night!" he said before hanging up.

"Bruce, is everything okay?" I called to the bathroom as I slipped on an oversized tee shirt and a pair of yoga pants that went to just under my knees.

"Fine." he opened the door. "Why wouldn't it be? Is Dallas on his way back?"

"No, he's gotten comfortable in your bed; he says he's not leaving." I sighed. He nodded and looked around semi awkwardly before he looked at me.

"I can take the couch." he said finally and I frowned.

"Bruce I think you're too tall for the couch." It had been designed for two people.

"I've slept in worse positions."

"Come on, we're both adults." I said as I walked forward and took his hand. "We can sleep in the same bed." I sighed.

"You sure you want to?" he asked and I looked at him. "People may think we're putting a label on this." I couldn't help it, my mouth dropped open and I stared at him.

"Where did that come from?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow as I sat on the side of the bed. "Come sit with me." I said and he shuffled over, kicked off his shoes and sat down next to me so he was facing me. "That whole no labels thing that was your idea." I said and he nodded.

"Because you seemed to freak out over the idea of people calling me your boyfriend." he said.

"Because we've been together a week and a half, you're a guy, in my experience guys don't want to be anyone's boyfriend until they have no choice." I said and he stared at me for a moment.

"Then you have experience with the wrong kind of guys." he said and I nodded.

"Well and argument could be made for that, sure." I said, and then smiled. "Bruce, do you want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked and he smiled lightly. "Then you better take me on a real date." I said and kissed him quickly. "Tomorrow the entire wedding party is having brunch together. Tomorrow night we're free to do whatever we want. We can go then." I said and he nodded.

"Perfect." he said and I smiled.

"And tomorrow I'll introduce you to everyone as my boyfriend." I said and he smiled. "Why would you say all that stuff about not labeling when it's what you wanted?" I asked and he smiled as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer.

"Because it's what you wanted."

"No," I said as I looked at him. "No, I just want you." I said as I leaned forward and kissed him again.

When I woke up the next morning I was curled up in Bruce's chest, his arms were around me and he was breathing deeply. I sighed and looked at the clock before I groaned and put my hand on his chest. "Bruce?" I said softly. "Bruce wake up."

"Hmmm?" he mumbled.

"Come on, wake up." I said before I leaned in and lightly kissed his neck. He shifted slightly when I did that and I smiled before I did it again, and again until I felt him tighten his grip around my waist. "I know you're awake." I smiled as I sat up and swung my leg over him so I was sitting on top of him.

"Prove it." he said and I smiled before I leaned down and kissed him longly. He ran his hands up my legs, and held onto my hips as we kissed, and finally I broke the kiss.

"Come on, we're going to be late." I said before I got off of him and ran to the bathroom. "Oh my god, my hair!" I said in horror and I heard him laugh. I plugged in my straightener and bruched my hair as I brushed my teeth and checked my clothes I laid out for today. "Go, go, what are you still doing here, go get ready!" I said when I noticed him standing in the doorway, watching me.

"Where should I meet you?"

"Downstairs, there's a banquet hall where they have this big buffet set up." I said. He left and five minutes later Dallas came in while I was straightening my hair.

"Soooo?" he asked.

"So what you little sneak?"

"Are the sheets safe to sit on or should I opt for the couch?"

"I didn't fuck him." I scowled.

"Oh come on, why not? It's been like forever!"

"Because we talked." I said. "And then made out a little bit, but no sex."

"Well what'd you talk about?" he asked as he took the straightener from me and started to straighten my hair.

"Remember that conversation I told you we had in the elevator about labeling things?"

"Yeah."

"Turns out, he totally does want to label things."

"Who is that guy?"

"I have no idea, but I am so happy right now."

"Good, hold onto those happy vibes, you're gonna need them."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you'll never guess who I just ran into in the hall."

"How is he?"

"Strung out."

"Great." I sighed. Dallas finished straightening my hair and I applied a little makeup before I got dressed in a pair of dark washed jeans and a flowey white blouse. I grabbed a pair of black ballet flats and slipped them on before I stuck my phone and key card in my pocket. Dallas was putting the finishing touches on his hair, getting it styled right, then washed his hands and we went downstairs together.

"Oh boy." I sighed when I saw Tony and Pepper waiting outside of the banquet hall with Bruce.

"Sweetie," Dallas took my hand as the elevator slowed down. "He wants to label things and he isn't fazed by either me or your boss. Everything will be fine, people will love him. It doesn't hurt that he's a super genius scientist too." he shrugged and I smiled, the doors opened and we stepped out.