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[Bruce tugs at his tie, loosening it the tiniest bit as he looks out across the massive ballroom. He's attended black tie affairs before, but nothing like this. He tries not to think of the collective wealth in this room, or the amount of it being worn around necks and wrists tonight and how far it would go in other, far less desirable places in the world.

A caterer offers him a glass of champagne and he takes it reluctantly when she refuses to move on. Obviously, Tony's coached the staff.] Thank you.

[He holds it awkwardly, calculating just how long he should stay before he slips out.]

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Yeah, it was him. [Pause.] Me. [These days it's hard to tell where he ends and the Hulk begins. He's come a long way in accepting the other guy, but it doesn't make things any easier, especially when he's looking at Betty. She's the most important thing the other guy cost him.]

The Avengers is an initiative that brought me and some other people together to fight. [It's funny, explaining it that way now. Fighting as the Hulk is a concept he's gotten used to, though he can only imagine what it sounds like to her.] Captain America, two spies, Tony... [He gives her a small smile.] Stark, I mean. And me. It shouldn't work, but it does somehow.

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[Pride for his accomplishments swells back up. Betty grasps his hands and holds them, smiling a little brighter now as he continues to describe his new life.]

That's wonderful, Bruce. I really think this is great. [Not that she likes the idea of him fighting, per say. But Betty knows first hand what the Hulk means for Bruce's own invincibility. Or near invincibility. She'd seen him fall from a military carrier plane and hit pavement, after all.]

You know, my father has nothing but bad things to say about Tony Stark. Which means he's probably someone I'd like.

[He's almost too taken by the warmth of her hands, but as usual the sincerity and sweetness n her tone touches him in a way that no one else does. He wants to tell her more, but he doesn't know if it's fair.

He can't help but laugh at her comment about her father, or the mental picture of General Ross being put upon by Tony Stark.] I can introduce you later, if you'd like.

[He squeezes her hand.] It's so good to see you.

I would like that very much. [Suddenly all of the things going on around them seem so unimportant. Betty wants nothing more than to steal him away to someplace they can talk. There are so many things to tell him, the advances she's made in her research.]

Let's get something, just us, like going out for a late night pizza. [She would rather do that with him then be here with all the champagne the room had to offer.]

Okay.

[The word comes out of him so quickly he doesn't have time to think about it. When he does think about it a second later he decides he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to think of repercussions or how hard it is going to be when they have to say goodbye again. All he wants is every minute or hour or moment he can have with her.

He looks around the room, wondering if he should say goodbye but decides better of it, instead weaving through the crowd, Betty's hand firmly in his.] It might be a little late for Stanley's.

[It feels like they're running away again. Sometimes, Betty thinks that it's the only way they can ever find time for each other. They have to grab these moments and steal them away from the whole world. Each one, more rare and precious than the last.]

I could talk him into opening up for us. [States away, it's a joke, but it's also a truth. Betty had a way with certain people, often just for the sake of mutual fondness would closed doors open upon her request.]

Isn't this the city that doesn't sleep? [Her fingers weaved between Bruce's, everything feels right in the world.]

[He shoots her a small grin as they move towards the doors. He's positive that Stanley would do just that if Betty asked. There's not many that can say no to her sweetness.

He's surprised anyone can sleep after what went down just a few short weeks ago, but then again people and New Yorkers specifically, had a way of pushing unpleasant memories back and moving on.] There's probably half a dozen pizza places in a mile vicinity.

[He nods at a security guard in a black suit at the door and he moves to open the door for both of them, the unseasonably cool air that blows over them is a literal breath of fresh air. Well, fresh in the New York sense, anyway. They are surrounded by skyscrapers.] Well, maybe not this neighborhood. But close.

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