"What's got you so excited?" Jenna laughed as Bruce came barreling back in.

"I just talked to Tony," Bruce was grinning like a madman.

"You're this happy after talking to my brother? Guess I need to ask him for some tips on getting your attention." Jenna joked and turned back to her tablet.

Bruce pulled her back and kissed her hard, leaving them both breathless. Jenna laughed and put her stylus down, turning to him fully. Bruce eyed her over, the orange shirt fitting just perfectly and showing off her curves; then her shorts that had to be impossibly too short that showed off her legs. He looked her in the eyes and felt his heart flutter. No where had he seen that much adoration towards him from one person. Jenna Stark loved him unconditionally and Bruce knew it. She was smart and kind and generous and so incredibly patient and he couldn't have asked for anyone better; her looks were just a plus.

"Tony knows about us, but he gave us his blessing." Bruce said breathlessly.

"Blessing? You're not going to propose to me are you?" Jenna asked pulling away from him, a coy smile on her lips.

Bruce laughed and pushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her again.

'Not yet,' he thought.

"Are you doing all right Tony?" Clint asked as he saw the genius in deep thought.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just trying to figure out the whole "protective big brother bit." I don't think I'm very good at it." Tony chuckled

"Found out about the super science friends?"

"Yeah,"

"All the advice I can give is, if they're happy, let them be. She can handle herself and I don't think Bruce would ever intentionally hurt Jenna."

"It's not Bruce I'm worried about . . ." Tony trailed off and continued his contemplative walk.

When the time for dinner came, Jenna and Bruce walked to the mess hall together, hand in hand. Bruce always felt calm with her. She had the ability to make the hulk back away and let Bruce be himself without being angry. Her skin felt soft against his. Bruce had become accustomed to the callouses on her hands from her sword fighting, however that did not make her rough like everyone else. They were minor, only noticeable to Bruce, who was lucky enough to experience her touch on a frequent basis. As they approached the large people filled room, Bruce spotted Tony and instinctively pulled his hand away. Jenna must've noticed, because she held his hand tight and gave him a reassuring smile. Still, Bruce's heart quickened with anxiety. Tony saw them and made a gagging face to which Steve slapped the back of his head. Bruce blushed and ducked his head down. Jenna squeezed his hand gently. Suddenly, both Stark's closed their eyes and sniffed the air.

"Tacos . . ." they both sighed in unison.

And like that, both were gone and in line.

"I have a feeling this is going to end in another eating contest." Steve looked at Bruce.

Bruce laughed and nodded, looking at the siblings who now began to bump into each other and pile food on their plates. When they finally got to the table, Jenna started the fight.

"I know I can eat more than you, big brother." Jenna began eating, leaving a mess of sauce on her face.

"Nuh-uh, I have more experience." Tony ate a taco in about two bites.

Bruce chuckled and watch his two best friends consume more than he could eat in an entire day.

"You're both going to make yourselves sick." Clint said as he sat down.

"Probably," Jenna said through a mouthful of food.

An hour later and a tally between Clint and Steve came out as Jenna winning by one taco.

"Yes! I win, old man! You seem to be losing your touch." Jenna scoffed.

"You win once over how many times? Next week same time, same wager?" Tony stood up slowly and held his hand out, a sly look on his face.

Jenna laughed and rushed to stand. She instantly regretted it and sat back down clutching her stomach, leaning on Bruce.

"I win," Tony laughed and picked up the empty trays.

"Please don't throw up on the furniture," Bruce said and wrapped an arm around her.

Jenna grumbled and buried her face between his neck and shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you to your room." Bruce picked her up and started walking.

"Use protection!" Clint said as the two walked away.

Steve punched him in the arm, earning a groan from Clint.

When they finally arrived at Jenna's room, Bruce Pushed the door open and struggled not to hit her head on the door frame.

"Bruce, you shaking me is going to make me actually throw up on you." Jenna hissed and curled into Bruce more.

"If you hadn't eaten so much, you wouldn't have this problem." Bruce hummed and pressed her head up gently to get through the door.

"I had to prove a point, Brucie. I gotta win." Jenna whined and grabbed his shirt tighter in her hand.

Bruce shook his head and chuckled. Successfully getting her into the room, Bruce let out a breath of relief and carried his love over to the bed and set her down gently. He sat next to her and started stroking her hair.

"Hey Brucie?" Jenna mumbled.

"Yes?"

"Can you draw me a bath?"

"I don't know, when you offered to do that for me, you literally drew a bath on a sticky note."

Jenna looked up at him and glared.

"It was funny, besides, you still keep it on your computer." She huffed and laid back down.

Bruce laughed and kissed her head before strolling to her bathroom and starting the water. He sat on the edge of her tub and looked around at the small room, the sink was covered in hair ties and bobby pins, all of which he'd never seen her use. Her lavender shampoo and conditioner sat in the corner of the shower and Bruce could already recall what it smelled like. As he drifted off into thought, Bruce didn't hear the bathroom door open. When he finally opened his eyes again, Jenna was in front of the sink deftly twisting her hair into a bun. All he could do was stare. Once again, her outfit had drawn his attention to her body. Now her neck had been exposed and all Bruce wanted to do was kiss it.

"Something caught your eye?" Jenna said with a smirk, drawing Bruce from his imagination.

"I . . . uh- I think the water is ready." Bruce cleared his throat and stood up, wiping his wet hand on his khakis. He began making his way out of the room.

"Not going to join me?" Jenna hummed and started playing with the hem of her shirt.

"I really shouldn't I have stuff to do and you're not feeling well and-" His face began to turn bright red.

Suddenly the image of her completely naked against him and he felt the other guy beginning to bubble up. He looked and the tips of his fingers turned green.

"Bruce, are you okay?" Jenna took a step towards him, about to comfort him.

"Don't," Bruce growled and looked at her.

She saw the green in his eyes and stepped back.

"Bruce I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, whatever-" Jenna began.

"No it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong. I just can't I'm sorry, I have to go." Bruce apologized.

He practically ran out of the room, his anxiety spiking and his heart rate was racing. He got to the lab and started to regulate his breathing. He gripped the counter and struggled to force the thoughts of Jenna from his mind to something more relaxing.

AN-

I'm baaack! Hopefully for real this time. This chapter was actually written this year as opposed to 24 which was written in 2014, so hopefully I haven't gotten worse. For my full collection followers, I might work on this one the most for now because I have the most inspiration here. Thank you all for you (in)patience. I will do my best to maintain these stories, just don't expect a regular posting. Love you all.