Misunderstood

Eleven

Sophie stood staring at her reflection in tall mirror, in her room. Her hands smoothed down her dress, trying to calm her nerves. The strapless dress was a deep shade of purple from the corset, down. The colour faded to a lilac shade on the bottom. It hugged her figure, with a knee length split on the right side. She hated wearing heels, but wore a simple black strappy pair.

She had on emerald earrings and necklace to match. Her hair was pinned up, and her makeup was kept simple. She hated having to be so dressed up. The last time she was in a social event like this, was winter formal in the 9th grade.

Taking a large breath, she closed her eyes, doing her exercises to relax her. She stood there a few moments, when a light knock on her door, brought her back to reality. Picking up her clutch, she walked to the door, opening it.

She stood, looking him up and down, as heat sunk low in her body. When her eyes caught his, she saw them darken... 'Uh, I... You, wow. You look amazing'

She saw the blush creep up his face at her compliment. He was struck speechless, at how beautiful she looked. Giving himself a mental shake, he cleared his throat, smiling at her... 'You look beautiful. Purple and green, are definitely your colour. The jewellery compliments your eyes'

She reached up, touching her face... 'Thank you'

The two stood staring at each other, before Bruce held his arm out to her, for her to take. Stepping out of her room, she pulled the door closed, and took his arm... 'Is it wrong that I want to injure myself, so I don't have to go?'... She asks him, as they head to the elevator.

Bruce chuckled at her... 'I was thinking of creating an incident in the lab myself'

Hearing his comment, made her laugh, and relaxed her nerves even more. Stepping into the elevator, the door closed, taking them down to the lobby.

'You should wear a suit more often'... Her gaze roams over him. He wore a black tailored suit, with a white shirt buttoned up, and a bow tie. She tilts her head slightly, walking closer to him.

'But this..'.. She undoes his bow tie, slipping it from his neck, and unbuttons the top two of his shirt... 'This is much better'

Bruce looks down at her, seeing a mischievous look in her eyes. She slides her hands around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands instantly move to her waist, gripping her tight.

'Miss Sweets, sir has asked if you could put Dr Banner down, you have a gala to attend'...

The two of them broke apart, and she laid her head against his chest... 'Jarvis, please inform him, that if he doesn't kindly fuck off, I will upload that video from his 25th birthday, for the whole world to see'

'I will pass your message on to sir. Have a good evening Miss Sweets, Dr Banner'..

Bruce rubbed a hand up and down her back, hearing her sigh. She looks up at him, smirking... 'I don't think Tony will be an issue anymore, he'll behave'

He kissed her forehead, as the doors opened, leading them out into the lobby. Her hand hooked into the crook of his arm, as they made their way outside, and into the limo.

When Happy had gotten in, and drove off, Bruce turned to her, with a frown... 'Do I even want to know what's on that video?'

Sophie giggled, shaking her head, as she reached for the minibar, pouring them both a drink... 'Trust me when I say, that you really, really dont'... She handed him a glass, and clinked hers against his... 'To us. Fingers crossed, the others don't come out to play'