This story actually picks up the morning after "Hail the Piñata!" I don't think it is necessary to read the first story but "To See Infinity" is supposed to augment the first. This is about the mostly established polyamorous relationship of the Avengers.

1. Steven Rogers

The first thing that registered in Bruce's mind when he woke up was pain. He had to keep his breathing regulated though because he was not alone. The voices nearby were hushed and mostly undecipherable but Bruce did not want to risk exposing his alertness before knowing exactly what he was getting in to.

The facts were an odd medley of some fantastical hints conducive to a fantasy of his. He was laying on a comfortable bed with fine soft sheets. The room smelled like a battlefield and sweat, lots of sweat. Bruce was sore all over his body but the worst ache stemmed from his rear and tailbone. His body was subpar which would make a possible escape without the aid of the Hulk nearly impossible. He noted that he was completely naked under the fine sheets and that the room was well lit. It would be difficult for him to sneak out.

A door opened somewhere too far away and the smell of salty bacon and sweet syrup wafted toward the scientist letting him know it had been a while since his last meal. Was he on the run again or was he somewhere in the tower? He figured it was also possible that Shield had nabbed him at some point too.

"Ooh, fuck yes! Bacon." Declared the familiar voice of Bruce's enthusiastic lab partner. He was promptly shushed by who Bruce supposed were the rest of the Avengers.

Bruce sat up with a wince and buried his face in his hands to soothe his Hulk sized headache. As it turned out, the pain only got worse when he moved. Not only did his backside hurt but there were deep tissue aches in various other places of his body as well. He arched his back a little to try to ease the pain spread out all across his spine but the act did little. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten that his body was older now and would not take the strain of an orgy lightly. An orgy!

Bruce pulled his hands from his face, shot a quick peek at the Avengers, and blinked down at Stark's dark blue sheets to try to adjust his eyes to the room's brightness. He really did have sex with almost all of the Avengers yesterday. The only two he had not tangled with were Tony and Steve. Three out of five and Steve was not even participating.

He could hear the high pitched smack of skin hitting skin before Clint's voice. "Look at that. You woke him up, loud mouth."

"Look at that. You owe me twenty bucks," said the other assassin's cool voice.

Tony called out to the aching physicist from his moderate distance, especially considering they were all still on the billionaire's massive bed. "You alright Bruce?"

Said man turned to his friends, still feeling tired after who knows how much sleep since Tony was already up. "I'm fine. The house make the coffee yet?"

Clint shoved Natasha playfully. "Ha!" Bruce arched a brow at the absurd morning antics.

"They had a bet, Clint won. You hungry Bruce? The coffee's still hot." Steve explained before beckoning the doctor closer.

Bruce nodded tiredly and stretched before crawling over to the team of heroes. "Man Tony, when you do breakfast in bed, you really go all out." Bruce observed, seeing the buffet of various breakfast foods on a long tray that could have come straight out of the labs.

Tony grinned like a little boy who just got rewarded for a good deed. "When Tony Stark does something, Tony Stark does it right." He explained and Bruce gave the man a skeptical look.

Bruce frowned as he noticed he was literally the last one up. He wondered if he would always be the last one if this continued. He blushed. Would he even survive if this continued?

"I have not even spoken yet." Thor chuckled.

Bruce's head snapped up, noticing the team was peering at him askance. "Oh, sorry. Morning everyone."

Clint laughed from where he was laying on his stomach next to Tony who was consequently using the archer's back as a table. "Quit moving, you'll spill my coffee." The billionaire admonished.

Steve nudged Bruce and handed the reserved genius a piece of buttered toast. "Thanks Steve."

"Hey Bruce," Natasha said, "Clint said you figured us out last night."

Tony chortled, in the middle of sipping his coffee. "Yeah, I think we'd all really like to hear more about that." He added, wiping his mouth with his unoccupied arm.

"I'm sorry, I decided I am no longer going to respond when you are clearly trying to trap me." Bruce answered, finally getting his hands on the coffee pitcher and pouring himself a mug of steaming black coffee which he quickly drained.

"Good for you Bruce." Clint praised, stuffing all manner of berries in his mouth.

"I would really like to hear your assumptions as well, Bruce." Thor gave the physicist a puppy eyed pout to which he responded with an incredulous stare.

"God, those eyes!" Clint cried, burying his face in the bed.

Bruce fingered the lower lid of one of his eyes self consciously. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"I'll tell you, if you tell me the bedroom chain of command." Tony chirped gleefully.

Steve laughed and Bruce ignored the prying eyes, helping himself to another coffee with add ins this time. "I assume it's the regular order. Same as the battlefield."

"Bull shit." Clint coughed. "Oh sorry, I was choking on your lies."

Bruce frowned. "Why do you care what I think?"

"It's nice to get an outsider's point of view." Natasha flicked her fingers dismissively.

Bruce paused thoughtfully. An outsider. That's what he was. He should not have expected anything more than that. "I think, I'm going to go take a shower." He announced calmly.

"Okay, what's wrong? What'd we do?" Tony quizzed, perking up.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

"Seriously Bruce." Clint started. "Please don't go. You don't have to tell us anything you don't want to. We'll be good, we swear. We'll even gag Tony if you want." The archer offered looking incredibly serious about the gagging comment.

"If that's what it takes," Tony agreed immediately.

Bruce shook his head with a small smile. "No it's fine. I'm just all grimy from yesterday." He explained, still trying to escape the awkward situation of being the unwanted sixth wheel.

"We can all hop in Tony's bathtub after breakfast. There's no reason for you to go all the way down stairs." Natasha reasoned.

"My shampoo's downstairs." The genius blurted out idiotically.

"So what? You think I don't have shampoo?" Tony laughed incredulously.

Bruce used taking a big bite of his piece of toast as an excuse not to respond right away. Why the hell were they trying so hard to keep him in the penthouse? "I'm uncomfortable bathing in front of people." He tried.

"Bull shit!" Clint accused again.

"Why are you trying so hard to get me to stay?"

"Why are you trying so hard to leave?" Tony snapped back quickly.

The curly haired brunet paused and used freshening his coffee as an excuse not to make eye contact with the others. "I-"

"You don't have to stay Bruce," Natasha quickly interrupted him. "We're not going to force you to stay but we would really like you to. If you stay, I'll make the others stop asking you questions." She offered hurriedly.

"I should get going." Bruce spoke, looking directly into the female assassin's eyes. He made a move to get up but was stopped by Steve's large hand on his arm.

"Please stay, at least for breakfast." The super soldier beseeched.

"I'm not hungry." Bruce looked down, suddenly feeling sick.

"Could you at least finish your coffee so we don't feel as much like ass holes." Tony muttered.

Bruce picked up his coffee mug and took measured sips out of it politely. Steve released the brunet and ran his hand through his messy blond hair. "So I felt totally guilty when I woke up this morning. How bout you?" The Brooklyn man confided.

"Yeah, I felt really stupid from the pants thing." Clint piped up.

"Why? It was super hot." Tony chimed in eagerly.

"I agree. It was quite an erotic display." Thor added making the archer smile shyly.

"Why would you feel stupid?" Bruce heard himself ask and mentally cursed his stupid mouth.

"I've never danced like that for any of my lovers before." Clint admitted easily. "Plus it was scary not knowing what you thought."

"What I thought?" The genius repeated.

Clint smiled, blushing a bit and focusing on his plate. "Yeah, you never say. I guess I got used to Steve encouraging me at every turn and Tony commenting on everything. Plus Thor says every thing that pops into his head. It was scary with your eyes on me, not knowing what was going on inside your head."

"It was really attractive." Bruce admitted reassuringly with a blush.

Clint grinned at the physicist easily. "I wanna try other tricks in the bedroom too."

"I would like to bear witness to more of your 'tricks'." Thor enthused.

"Yeah. That was incredible. After last night I keep trying to think up new ways to bend you and Bruce's bodies. I knew you had unbelievable moves but I had no idea Bruce was that flexible. Were you watching when he did that Asgardian ritual thing, the same one he did to me the first time we had sex." Steve appeared wistful like he was trying to picture some of those things now.

Bruce choked on his coffee though, hoping it did not escape out of his nose in his shock. "Thor did that physical therapy thing to you too?" He could not imagine Steve letting the god manhandle him like that. Bruce could not imagine Steve and Thor having sex at all. He figured it would come to blows, like Tony said, before one of them agreed to bottom.

Thor looked excited to tell the tale. "Yes, the captain and you both must like pain as much as Natasha because neither of you told me you had not lain with another man before. But when an Asgardian is first taken by another, they are to be cherished and examined. Anything else would be disgraceful."

Bruce blinked owlishly, "'cherished and examined'... Examined for what? STDs?"

The others laughed and Tony picked up on the Midgardian translation. "No, on Asgard, sex is used as a means to show that they think someone is hot. I think Thor was too excited with you though. He felt Steve up for like an hour until old glory was begging to have his pole shined."

Bruce blushed. "I see." He could imagine how tempting it must have been to have the opportunity to touch the super soldier in any and every way.

"Forgive me friend for dishonoring you," Thor rumbled apologetically. "Anthony speaks true in describing my haste. We were all weary from battle and I could not bear another minute of not joining with you." Thor was blushing now with a look that said he stole cookies from the cookie jar.

"It's fine, I just didn't want it to- end." Bruce frowned down into his coffee, not really wanting to drink it now that he back washed in it.

"It doesn't have to end." Tony said, with his honest eyes burning into his lab partner's soul. "We can stay in my bed forever and Jarvis can get us whatever we need. Then we can all be worshipped by a god and have Clint do sexy things for entertainment." Bruce gaped at how serious the billionaire sounded when he pitched such a ridiculous idea.

"No Tony." Steve stated emphatically. "In fact, when we go clean up, we're changing your bed sheets and getting these washed."

Tony dropped down to stretch his bare body starfished on the bed. "No! It's my bed and I want it to smell like sex forever!" He yelled childishly.

Clint, Natasha, and Thor laughed at the display but Steve did not look pleased. Instead, the man awkwardly shuffled to the stretched out genius and pried the playboy's death grip from the sheets so he could scoop the billionaire up bridal style. "If these sheets aren't clean, I'm never coming into your room again. It's disgusting. There's dirt and blood and cum everywhere. We'll just get another bed and keep it on another floor." The soldier threatened.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Clint waved his arm around like he had a question. "We could put it on Nat or Bruce's floor. That way, we'd be killing two birds with one stone."

"Not even the Hulk needs a bed this big." Bruce interjected.

Steve looked over his shoulder at the curly haired man. He was already out of the bed and on his way to what Bruce supposed must be the bathroom with Tony in his arms. "Who said anything about Hulk? If the bed is on your floor, it'll be that much easier to lure you into it."

The physicist's breath caught and he could feel his body heat up at that statement. Clint threw an arm around his sore red shoulders with a smirk. "What'd you think Doc? We aren't letting you slip away that easily." Sharp blue eyes peeked down at Bruce's coffee mug. "Would you look at that, we're ready to take a bath and you're still not finished your coffee. Oh well. Since you said you'd stay until you finished your drink, I guess you'll just have clean up with the rest of the team."

Bruce opened his mouth, a response on the tip of his tongue but he was forestalled with the sweet taste of Clint's berry flavored mouth on his own. "Mmm!" Was all he could get out to eloquently state his case about how crazy the situation was. The morning kiss was lazy and slow, and somehow the archer led his prey to the edge of the bed during it, without Bruce noticing until the hand he was using to crawl after Clint missed the mattress in its journey and made the doctor lose his balance.

The blond man caught him with a grin. "You know, since you're already here, you might as well take a bath with the rest of us." He mocked.

"Shield agents are terrible people." Bruce grumbled.

"Duly noted," Clint chuckled as he helped the aching man off the bed. Bruce wavered at the new pain at the base of his spine. "You alright Bruce?"

The scientist frowned. "I guess I am getting old." He conceded.

Clint laughed heartily. "You're not old, Steve's old." The 'old' man could apparently hear them from the bathroom with the faucet running and yelled back some colorful words that only made Clint laugh harder.

Bruce suppressed a smile and Thor helped him into Tony's luxurious bathroom. As it turned out, after they were clean, Tony was a lot more compliant about washing his sheets. When Bruce finally convinced the others he was tired and wanted to sleep in his own bed, Thor escorted him back to his room and gave him a sweet good bye kiss as though they had just been on a date. Bruce did not leave his room again until the afternoon of the next day. He had trouble sleeping, his mind racing with thoughts of the Avengers. Eventually, when he could sleep, the scientist was so tired and sore, he just did not want to get up.

When Bruce finally woke, he prepared for the day as though it was still morning and in the middle of brushing his teeth, a familiar voice startled the freshly dressed man. "Excuse me Doctor Banner but Sir commanded me ask you to join him in his labs upon your awakening. I took the liberties of waiting until you dressed however, due to your exhaustion."

"Thank you Jarvis. Um, did Tony ask you to tell him when I woke up as well?"

"Yes Doctor Banner, but I thought it prudent to allow you that privilege."

Bruce smiled at his reflection, wishing, not for the first time, that he could thank the AI properly. "Thank you Jarvis. I can't tell you how much that means to me."

"There is no need to express gratitude. I am not in the habit of assisting Sir in his pursuit of ruining his personal relationships."

The smile vanished. "Then why didn't you stop him from becoming involved with me?"

"I only interfere in Sir's self destructive endeavors."

Bruce practiced keeping his composure in front of the mirror. He did not feel like questioning an AI's reasoning. "Doctor Banner?" Jarvis interrupted, drawing a sigh from said man.

"Yes Jarvis?" He inquired calmly.

"Would you like to know the locations of the other Avengers?"

Bruce looked up curiously, as was the habit many developed talking to the AI. "I would like that very much." He said in earnest.

"They are in Sir's companion lab, Agent Romanoff's suit, the living room, and in the outdoor swimming pool."

Bruce nodded. "Thanks Jarvis." He left the bathroom and made his way to the elevator planning to use the communal kitchen since there was no one hiding out there.

In the elevator, Jarvis addressed him again. "Have a good day Doctor Banner."

Bruce smiled, "You too Jarvis." He exited the elevator on the recreational floor and made his way to the kitchen warily, unsure if the AI really would go against his programmer. He peeked through the open doorway carefully before chuckling. "Thank you Jarvis." The scientist said more to himself than anyone else.

"That you Tony?" Bruce fumbled the plate he had been handling onto the counter loudly. It was Steve's voice. Bruce had forgotten there was someone else on this floor. "You need help in there?" The captain asked, sounding vaguely worried.

"N-no." The genius called out, hoping Steve would not realize who he was talking to.

"Alright then." Bruce sighed after a moment of silence. It did not seem like the man in the living room had any intention to come to the kitchen. Bruce took a deep breath before rummaging through the refrigerator, finding some hummus he made a few days ago, and shrugged before taking it out. "Hey, can you bring those pita chips and that dip stuff in here?"

Bruce froze, in the middle of reaching for the chips at that very moment. Steve had super hearing, as soon as he laid a finger on that stupid loud metallic bag, the super soldier would know he was still in the kitchen. On the other hand, he could try to just sneak out and pretend he had already left. Bruce closed his eyes and retracted his hand, debating whether he should even risk closing the pantry and alerting the powerful man in the other room.

"I know you're in there Bruce." Steve called out smugly. "I can hear you breathing."

"No you can't." Bruce shot back.

"No, but I could hear you tapping the dip stuff's lid when you pulled it out of the fridge and that stuff goes great with chips." Steve said knowingly.

Bruce nodded, hating his tells. "I'll be right in." He grabbed the chips quickly and fetched a guava blend can before nudging the door closed with his hip and trudging dejectedly to the living room with his make shift snack.

When he walked in, he immediately realized why the super soldier had heard his rummaging. The TV was off and Steve was busy poking away at a Stark Tech tablet. Bruce shook the bag to draw the blond's attention and Steve grinned warmly up at him. "Good afternoon Bruce."

"Good evening Captain Rogers." The genius returned smoothly. "Here are your chips and my dip."

The super soldier took the proffered items easily and put them of the coffee table before patting the space next to him on the sofa. "I knew you wouldn't mind sharing." Steve said in the darkest voice in his arsenal. It really was not all that dark.

Bruce smiled sheepishly and sat next to the soldier leaving a few inches between them. "I'm not the only one who taps lids you know." He pointed out.

Steve grinned at him. "But you are the only other man who would have chosen to take out the dip. Tony, Clint, and Thor never tried the stuff."

Bruce acknowledged the logic nodding his head. "Yeah, I don't make a very convincing Natasha." He lamented.

Steve chuckled, opening the foodstuffs and digging in. "The guys don't know what they're missing. I love it when you don't hold back with the garlic."

Bruce blushed at the other man's words, trying not to let the phrase 'I love it when you don't hold back' affect his thought process too much. "Well, they say it's good for your heart." He replied flippantly.

Steve hesitated to scoop more of the dip. "Then I think we should leave this for Tony." The blond laughed making a laugh bubble through the scientist as well. He took another scoop anyway. "Were you really going to pretend you didn't hear me?" He asked lightheartedly.

Bruce shrugged. "I was thinking about it." He admitted, not making eye contact.

"I love you." Bruce froze at his friend's words. It was crazy. He couldn't. He wouldn't. "When I woke up, I realized there were a lot of people I should have said that to. I don't want to let that opportunity to go to waste. So, I love you Bruce."

Bruce lifted his eyes to regard the soldier whose sincerity was printed across his face in bold letters and big font. "I-"

"You don't have to say you return the feeling Bruce." Steve said quickly. "I just don't want to leave the people I love without them knowing how much they mean to me again." The blond gave a small shrug. "You could say it's my quirk."

"Your quirk?" Bruce echoed matching the super hero's quiet voice.

Steve smiled that adorably charming smile that exposed all of the man's bright white teeth. "Turns out, we all have quirks. We do weird things. Like Clint gets embarrassed when his lovers are quiet, especially if attention is on him. Thor just keeps coming up with all sorts of Asgardian customs. I really think he made some of them up. He was so embarrassed last night when he forgot human's sweet spots are in a different place than Asgardians'."

Bruce blushed. "He was embarrassed?"

Steve flashed a sheepish smile. "It was almost like our first time together all over again. Trying to figure out what makes you tick. You make it hard, really really hard. You just kept staring at us the whole time like you've never seen anyone else naked before."

Bruce frowned a bit, keeping the heat from his cheeks. "It was the first time I was naked in bed with another man." He admitted.

"You'll get used to it." Steve grinned.

Bruce struggled to keep his face straight, barely able to hear his own voice over the insistent pounding of his heart. "Does that mean I might get invited back sometimes?"

Steve broke out laughing but when Bruce looked away, the super soldier grabbed his chin and placed a quick tender kiss to his lips. "Bruce, that isn't how this works."

"Is there some rule book lying around or should I just ask Jarvis?" Bruce muttered bitterly.

Steve stroked the brunet's cheek softly with his thumb. The man's blue eyes sparkled with sincerity when he answered. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant, there aren't 'invitations' or anything. Let me explain.

"The first time was sort of a fluke. We were all drinking one night when you went to bed early and Tony got wasted. He kept going on and on about how the Avengers ruined his sex life. 'Only one chick' he said 'and the only way she'd touch my dick is if she was cutting it off'. I'm not entirely sure what happened then but when I looked over at Tony, Natasha was on his lap kissing him.

"She said she'd have sex with him if he stopped complaining and you know Tony, he was all for it. The next thing I knew, she was riding him on the bar in the living room in front of everyone. Then Thor got into and asked Nat if he could join in and in the blink of an eye, there was a threesome.

"It was incredibly awkward but eventually Clint convinced me it was alright for me to do him. We all made whoopee and just sat in silence for a bit before Tasha got up, grabbed her clothes, and left without a word. We tried to stop her but she's Natasha. Thor was happy about it but the rest of us were just really embarrassed. When we all woke up the next day we mutually agreed not to talk and avoided each other for two days before you made us eat dinner together."

Bruce frowned. He could recall a couple of days a few months ago when everyone was acting weird. He remembered. "I made couscous."

"Yeah, me, Clint, and Thor were pretty good about being in the same room together but Tony and Natasha were practically barricaded in their rooms. I never should have doubted your powers of persuasion. We're used to you dragging Tony up from the labs for food but you somehow convinced Natasha to come to dinner too. I don't know how you do it but you sort of broke the awkwardness. By the time you went to pick up the dishes, we already agreed to movie night. So while you were gone, we had to talk.

"We agreed that we could all have mutually consensual sex as long as it did not mess with the team dynamic. It was just sex. That's all it was. So that's when we decided anyone could initiate anything they wanted as long as it did not hurt someone else." Steve was staring off into nothing as he spoke like he could still see the others in front of him.

Bruce nodded. His stomach turned at the thought that he might be able to ask for something like that. Maybe at least one Avenger would be horny enough to have sex with him. He wet his throat with a big sip of his mango juice blend. "So if I wanted to, I could ask you to have sex right now?" Bruce blushed, feeling rather idiotic.

Steve's vibrant blue eyes focused back on the scientist and the blond's face split with a big grin. "You could. Anyone, anytime as long as we aren't on a mission."

"Just sex. No strings attached." The curly haired man stated.

Steve corrected him quickly. "Actually, no. We, the rest of us have taken it a step further. We act as a shoulder to cry on sort of. The just sex thing didn't work out. Tony was actually the first one to start rejecting everyone's advances. Then Nat dropped out of it without a word and we had to revise the agreement. We eventually got everyone together and talked about it.

"Then secrets came out, insecurities. We talk and do things together. That was how we found out we all wanted you too. We're more involved than just sex. So if you want to, you can do the whole polygamy thing too." Steve offered expectantly.

"I don't think you should talk for everyone Steve." Bruce surmised. "The others might not appreciate me acting like we're dating."

Steve kissed Bruce again sweetly. "Does this mean we're dating?" He whispered with his breath tickling the scientist's lips.

Bruce bit his bottom lip nervously before replying. "If that's what you want it to mean."

As the whispered words settled around the room, Steve sealed their mouths together again. His hand instinctively cupped the brunet's face again as the kiss deepened. Bruce wrapped his arms around the soldier's neck and pulled him down insistently for a moment. Steve smiled into the kiss, getting the message. Bruce's breath caught in his throat as the larger man leaned over him. Kissing a man was thrilling. The scientist was used to being the one in control when he had sex.

The doctor kneaded the hard muscles of the super soldier. He suddenly thought the idea of being at his friend's mercy was incredibly sexy. As Steve's tongue slid along his soft palate, Bruce dug the fingers of one hand hard into the man's firm shoulder. His other fingers danced across the blond's sculpted abs and slipped downward before getting caught by Steve's quick hands and pinned against the couch cushions.

Steve grinned down at his captive. "Do you have any idea how adorable you are?"

Bruce frowned self-deprecatingly. "I've got an idea." He said, not making eye contact.

"It makes me feel naughty." The words swept across Bruce's neck like a desert breeze before Steve pressed hot kisses randomly on what exposed skin the button up shirt left for him.

The brunet lifted his hips to rub their hardening crotches together a bit since the captain had both of his hands pinned now. "Not sure I follow." He replied in a thick voice.

Steve pulled back to make eye contact. "Even with what little grey hair you have, you still look like a skinny little boy. Tasha wants to dress you in a hoodie and jeans and pretend you're a homeless kid she picked off the streets."

Bruce's body went limp. "She said what?" He exclaimed.

Steve chuckled again. "Sorry. You're just so cute. Plus, you're tiny. It's hard not to think of you as a teenager. Maybe you could not shave that close if you want to look older."

Bruce gaped and shook his head disbelievingly. "I'm not cute and I look old enough already. I don't need a beard. I'll look like caveman. Trust me, I've tried it."

Steve grinned and pressed his forehead to the scientist's. "Fine by me. I like you as a cute little thing with big brown eyes."

"Seriously, I'm not cute. If you want to force insincere compliments upon me, at least say I'm smart or you like my cooking. Anything but cute. Please." Bruce whined, sounding very mature to his own ears.

Steve lapped at the man's bottom lip sensually and he spoke in a deep husky voice. "You, Doctor Banner, are adorable. I love watching you in that long white coat because you look like a kid playing dress up. But when you're naked, you're incredibly sexy. All that dark hair on your tight lean body is so manly. Reminds me of the good old days when men were men and didn't spend an hour primping in the mirror every day. Everything together is just gorgeous. And don't get me started on your hair."

Bruce shook his head. "I know, my hair is a mess." He acknowledged.

The super soldier let a small laugh slip out as he bent back down to kiss the brunet's neck some more. "I can't decide whether you're a mad scientist or a kid that was playing upside down all day when your curls go crazy. I kind of hope it's both. And it's soft and amazing." After worshipping the mop on Bruce's head that the scientist had spent a good portion of his life battling against before the Hulk came along, Steve suited his words by running his strong fingers through the untidy locks.

Bruce sighed, relenting. "I don't understand you."

Steve cocked his head playfully. "Do you have to understand me to be with me?"

"Nope."

That perfect charming smile made another brief appearance. "Then I don't see a problem." Neither do I.

I was originally debating whether I should even post this, but while texting my best friend yesterday, she convinced me it should be shared. I guess I will update this you as I write it. Please let me know what you guys think.