[ He could have a say. An inch forward and the burden of choice is out of Bruce's hands. An inch Backward and this doesn't happen.
Both are- impossible. Choice is why he made Bruce, why he gave him a body, agonized over whether he adjusted well or not. Gave him space. Gave him access to anything and everything he could possibly want to learn and grow and live. To exist.
Which he is, very much in Tony's space and- part of him does want. Does wonder. And he's deep enough in the comforting lassitude that he doesn't think about potential consent, about how he's the only person Bruce has had extended contact with, doesn't think about the kiss on the cheek or how happy he'd been talking to Betty. Doesn't think about how Bruce has zero practical experience and that matters and how he's probably like a teenager with a crush and he's the worst sort of first run around but-
None of that drifts through his mind. Not a one. All he thinks or feels is a detatched sort of resignation, like this was bound to happen. Which, arrogant, sure but-
They click. Their mouths slot together and Bruce's lips are so gentle, so hesitant that he has to lean up enough to make the kiss firm. Give him an answer, hand smoothing up to curl in hair he hasn't touched since day one of activation. ]
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Both are- impossible. Choice is why he made Bruce, why he gave him a body, agonized over whether he adjusted well or not. Gave him space. Gave him access to anything and everything he could possibly want to learn and grow and live. To exist.
Which he is, very much in Tony's space and- part of him does want. Does wonder. And he's deep enough in the comforting lassitude that he doesn't think about potential consent, about how he's the only person Bruce has had extended contact with, doesn't think about the kiss on the cheek or how happy he'd been talking to Betty. Doesn't think about how Bruce has zero practical experience and that matters and how he's probably like a teenager with a crush and he's the worst sort of first run around but-
None of that drifts through his mind. Not a one. All he thinks or feels is a detatched sort of resignation, like this was bound to happen. Which, arrogant, sure but-
They click. Their mouths slot together and Bruce's lips are so gentle, so hesitant that he has to lean up enough to make the kiss firm. Give him an answer, hand smoothing up to curl in hair he hasn't touched since day one of activation. ]