“You know, Captain. You’re, uh, not so bad at this advice stuff.”Bruce is unsurprised to see the tight, fake smile Steve gives in response. He is the undisputed champion of waiting too long, yes, but he’s also the reigning champion of not following his own advice. Or maybe he just thinks that they way he looks at Lieutenant Hill isn’t quite as obvious as it totally is. “Have you ever thought of taking your own advice?”Steve’s laughter is quiet and resigned as he looks down at his bottle. “Not my thing. I have a job to do.”“So do the rest of us. It doesn’t seem to stop Tony and Thor. Or Clint.”Not that they have confirmation on Clint, but Bruce has some very, very strong suspicions. “It’s very different, choosing this and falling into it.”“You took a chance, taking Erskine’s serum,” Bruce murmurs, his eyes floating over Steve’s shoulder. The lieutenant has wrapped Steve’s jacket around her shoulders, slid her arms through the sleeves and while Bruce is not exactly the poster child for solid relationships, he thinks it maybe it’s a claim the lieutenant has chosen. “But I don’t think the choice you made precludes everyone else’s.”Steve glances over his shoulder and Bruce has the absolute pleasure of seeing his unflappable captain start. It seems he hadn’t even realized Hill had picked up the jacket, let alone slid it on and the look that flares in his eyes is not just simple pleasure. “It looks good on her,” Bruce murmurs, unable to stop the little smile from tipping up the edges of his mouth. “She looks comfortable.”And oh, oh the metaphor. He would look good with her. They would look good together. And Hill is never uncomfortable, not even around the Big Guy. He finds himself considering if she’d ever let the captain make her feel uncomfortable. He doubts it. She’s too self-confident, too sure of herself. If there’s ever a woman that will not stand aside for Captain America, he thinks maybe it’s Hill. So he offers Steve a kind of sad smile. “You’ve a better chance than I do.”Steve’s eyes flick over his head to where they both know Natasha is playing at bartender, then back down to his bottle. “It’s not as obvious.”“Are you sure about that, Captain?” Steve glances over his shoulder and Bruce knows he catches Hill’s eye because there’s a flush that rises in his all-American cheeks. “No,” he admits ruefully.“No,” Bruce agrees. “And as the leading expert on waiting too long, don’t you think maybe you should change that?” Steve laughs, shakes his head, then empties his bottle. He can’t get drunk, they all know that, but Bruce wonders if maybe the action of downing a bottle of beer is as fortifying as the alcohol itself. “Tit for tat, Doctor,” Steve says as he cants towards Hill’s laughter. “Maybe it’s time for both of us to stop being afraid.”And he strides away, doesn’t even hitch when Hill’s eyes find his, when the slow, dangerous smile curls her mouth. Bruce finds himself laughing a little, then glancing down at his shoes feeling surprisingly like he’s intruding like a moment. He sees the red of Natasha’s hair out of the corner of his eye and sighs. After all, courage is easier said than done.
“You know, Captain. You’re, uh, not so bad at this advice stuff.”Bruce is unsurprised to see the tight, fake smile Steve gives in response. He is the undisputed champion of waiting too long, yes, but he’s also the reigning champion of not following his own advice. Or maybe he just thinks that they way he looks at Lieutenant Hill isn’t quite as obvious as it totally is. “Have you ever thought of taking your own advice?”Steve’s laughter is quiet and resigned as he looks down at his bottle. “Not my thing. I have a job to do.”“So do the rest of us. It doesn’t seem to stop Tony and Thor. Or Clint.”Not that they have confirmation on Clint, but Bruce has some very, very strong suspicions. “It’s very different, choosing this and falling into it.”“You took a chance, taking Erskine’s serum,” Bruce murmurs, his eyes floating over Steve’s shoulder. The lieutenant has wrapped Steve’s jacket around her shoulders, slid her arms through the sleeves and while Bruce is not exactly the poster child for solid relationships, he thinks it maybe it’s a claim the lieutenant has chosen. “But I don’t think the choice you made precludes everyone else’s.”Steve glances over his shoulder and Bruce has the absolute pleasure of seeing his unflappable captain start. It seems he hadn’t even realized Hill had picked up the jacket, let alone slid it on and the look that flares in his eyes is not just simple pleasure. “It looks good on her,” Bruce murmurs, unable to stop the little smile from tipping up the edges of his mouth. “She looks comfortable.”And oh, oh the metaphor. He would look good with her. They would look good together. And Hill is never uncomfortable, not even around the Big Guy. He finds himself considering if she’d ever let the captain make her feel uncomfortable. He doubts it. She’s too self-confident, too sure of herself. If there’s ever a woman that will not stand aside for Captain America, he thinks maybe it’s Hill. So he offers Steve a kind of sad smile. “You’ve a better chance than I do.”Steve’s eyes flick over his head to where they both know Natasha is playing at bartender, then back down to his bottle. “It’s not as obvious.”“Are you sure about that, Captain?” Steve glances over his shoulder and Bruce knows he catches Hill’s eye because there’s a flush that rises in his all-American cheeks. “No,” he admits ruefully.“No,” Bruce agrees. “And as the leading expert on waiting too long, don’t you think maybe you should change that?” Steve laughs, shakes his head, then empties his bottle. He can’t get drunk, they all know that, but Bruce wonders if maybe the action of downing a bottle of beer is as fortifying as the alcohol itself. “Tit for tat, Doctor,” Steve says as he cants towards Hill’s laughter. “Maybe it’s time for both of us to stop being afraid.”And he strides away, doesn’t even hitch when Hill’s eyes find his, when the slow, dangerous smile curls her mouth. Bruce finds himself laughing a little, then glancing down at his shoes feeling surprisingly like he’s intruding like a moment. He sees the red of Natasha’s hair out of the corner of his eye and sighs. After all, courage is easier said than done.
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