an enormous green rage monster

Nat quirked an eyebrow, “Is there a problem?”

“No! No, no, no, no.” Bruce furiously shook his head. “I won’t be the one who might have a problem with it.”

I know, I know– we’ve only got a limited amount of time before Electric Slide wants to destroy it, but you’re right.

It’s my day, Bruce– it’s nice to finally… celebrate something.

Everyone’s wanting to get a hold of the scepter, Tony, even Strange. I thought he was going to blow a gasket. He still might.

I guess it depends if you’ve met James Barnes or not.

“Cap’s best friend? You’re telling me that that Bucky Barnes,” He raised a finger and pointed it toward the man talking to Gabi across the room, “is the guy you started up this, this whole hanky panky with?” Bruce’s expression changed as he had another realization with his word usage, “I’m spending too much time with Tony.”

I was an assassin Bruce, not a prude.

You still didn’t answer either of my questions.

Because that’s no intimidating…

It shouldn’t be intimidating, Gabi. Me, Clint, Nat, Thor, your dads, we’re all here for you. You’re stuck with us.

I… I actually hadn’t really thought about that.

America’s darling. On top of that, you have every avenger as a family member.

Who said I’m by myself?

Natasha Romanoff, assassin, letting someone into her bed willingly. Oh, jeez, are they here? Can I meet them?

They know not to knock on my bedroom door Bruce, or see something they wish they hadn’t. 

Okay, Nat, I-...I didn’t need that mental image, thanks. Wait, what are you even doing in there by yourself?