The image of them flying over a night-lit New York City, kissin' and huggin', has been in my mind for WEEKS.

And I can't draw, so, I wrote.

This is the result.

LOLwatamIdoing.

If only I owned these characters... The world would have so many more gay superheroes...

"You're crazy."

"And that's a surprise?"

Bruce rubbed a bit at his eyes, taking the sleep away and stifling a yawn as he put his glasses on. Tony was in front of him in his Iron Man suit, and holding his hands out with a grin. It was dark, but the night was clear, the stars were shining, the moon was full, and everyone else was asleep.

"Not really." He admitted. "But why now?" Tony didn't reply so much as he just nodded toward the edge of his balcony.

"Just trust me, Brucie."

Bruce pouted, and considered saying no and going back to bed. But Tony looked so excited and happy…

How was he supposed to say no?

He sighed, walking over and taking Tony's hands. He was pulled flush against the other man's chest, and he felt Tony put on some goggles.

"Hold on tight." It was just a whisper, and a direction followed quickly, then the suit was heating slightly, and he felt the ground leave his feet. Or his feet leave the ground- he was still too tired to put things in the right order.

But his fingers bluntly gripped at the metal as they began to move away from the tower, and he looked around almost frantically, already beginning to panic.

Why did he agree to this!

"T-Tony…"

"Just relax; I've got you." Tony murmured softly, tightening his grip on Bruce. The slightly smaller man blinked, looking over his shoulder at the city, which was pretty far below them. He looked up at Tony, who's hair was whipping with the wind. "Look."

He's got me…

He smiled, looking back at the city lights. It was gorgeous, and the night was beautiful, and the way Tony was holding him so snugly; everything was perfect. He felt himself relax in the other man's arms, and he let himself actually feel them flying over the city.

The others would think he'd gone mad for agreeing to this.

Hell, he even thought he was mad.

He kept looking out over the city, knowing that Tony had him in his arms, and wasn't about to let go.

"It's amazing…" Bruce murmured, eyes glittering with the light of the city. Tony looked at him and smiled, watching the wind move his hair

"Yeah… amazing."

Bruce glanced back up at him and noticed where he was looking. He felt himself blush, and he smiled softly.

"I meant the city."

"Really? I meant you."

"Tony…"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Bruce…"

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

Bruce laughed, gently resting his forehead on Tony's.

He tilted his head and pressed his lips to the other's, arms reaching around and circling his neck. Tony kept his firm grip on Bruce's waist, and let them hover upright in the middle of the sky, at almost the centre of the city. Bruce threaded his fingers through Tony's hair, smiling a bit into the kiss.

He pulled back a few moments later.

Tony was moving again, and Bruce squeaked, holding on to the other man tighter.

"I've got you," Tony reminded. "And I won't ever let go."

The smaller man smiled, adjusting his hold slightly.

"Don't worry," He replied. "Neither will I."

Srsly,tellmewatI'mdoing.