Caught In A Web

The Proposal

Bruce had been hit with crumpled-up paper seven times now. No matter where he moved in the lab, Tony's aim seemed to find him. Tony was hunched over his desk, scribbling furiously on page after page. After another four hits, Bruce could feel the Hulk inside of him getting furious. His jaw clenched as a grew vein formed up his neck.

"Hey, Tony," Bruce said, trying to keep his emotions at bay. "Would you mind not tossing the paper?"

"Hmm?" Tony hummed, not stopping from his frantic scribbles. "Oh, yeah, sorry." Then he tossed another one.

"You know what," Bruce pushed away from his workspace, "I think I'm done for the day." He walked over to Tony. "You should be too and whatever you are working on."

"It needs to be perfect."

Bruce's brows furrowed as he began to study Tony's drawings. Tony's stress began to make sense as Bruce took in the sketches of rings and boxes.

"Are you... planning to propose?" Bruce couldn't help the smile that took over his lips.

"Only if I can design the perfect box and ring! Nothing is turning out how I'd like."

"Maybe you need to step away and come back to it."

"No can do. Y/N is on a mission and I need this planned before she gets back."

"Or you need rest since I know you haven't gotten any since she left."

"Can't rest until she's back."

"I could get Natasha in here to drag you to bed."

"Won't work."

Bruce sighed. "Y/N will be fine. Bucky is with her and we both know that he won't let anything happen to her. This isn't her first mission."

"I have to get this done."

Knowing it was useless to continue the fight, Bruce left Tony to his scribbles.

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"Hold still," Bucky grumbled. He sat in front of you as he tried to clean the cut along the side of your face. You winced as he wiped at it again. "Y/N." He took your chin to hold your face steady. "Tony is already going to kill me because you got a scratch on you. I don't even want to know what will happen if it scars. You have to hold still."

"It hurts," you pouted.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you shouldn't have taken your mask off."

"I told you, those thugs ruined the glass. I had no choice."

"Tony's not going to take that excuse."

"I can handle Tony."

"Okay, it looks like you will need a few stitches. I can do those now or you can wait for a med-bay doctor."

"Can you do a good of a job as them?"

"Doll, I can do better." Bucky got the needed supplies out and got to work. "So... you and Tony...?"

"What about me and Tony?"

"Well, you two have been dating for what, two years now?"

"Yeah, we have," you smiled longingly.

"Have you two talked about marriage?"

"We have, a little bit."

"Do you want that?"

"I... I do. Our relationship and life is great as it is but—"

"There's something different about it when you're married."