"Bruce when I first met you if it weren't for the world ending situation at hand and the knowledge that Pepper would be pissed I hadn't asked her first, I'd have probably kissed you. Or at least made three passes at you." Maybe five? Five felt more appropriate. The way he hunched in, the angle of his jaw, the disarrayed curls- there was a lot he found appealing in Bruce and time hadn't erased any of those traits. If anything proximity and exposure only made that awareness worse but- well. He'd put it at the back of his mind because Bruce didn't swing that way.

But he did.

And it wasn't relevant. It still wasn't relevant. But apparently his love life kind of was-

He brought it up, and the bitemark on his throat was kind of obvious. Sort of. "...Kind of am. Look- it doesn't mean anything. Sort of a return to form for me, meaningless sex to not cope with my issues."