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Team Mainstream
For @AllTheFeelsAreReal
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"Just a minute sir." You hastily put your hair up in a useless bun for it had become undone again, then ran across the lab to the subdermatoglyphic samples that had been collected from the bodies of deceased HYDRA agents a few months ago.
You weren't exactly property of SHIELD, but you were of Bruce and Tony's lab. A year ago you had moved from D.C. to New York since Fury had offered you placement in the Avengers Tower as the team's own Fitzsimmons– maybe only Simmons.
But more than Tony, you'd rather work with Bruce, which works out quite nicely since Tony refuses help and doesn't ask for it until he is waist deep in a chitauri invasion.
Bruce was gentle, never yelled, and if you did something wrong, he would smile and say that he'd handle the rest, and give you something else to work on.
He was a great man in general, and just being next to him, helping him, was like a wave of water lapping onto warm, dry sand.
When your hand would "accidentally" touch his while handing him something, he would touch back, and wouldn't pull away too soon. Heat would rise into your cheeks and suddenly the ground was was something of great fascination. He'd constantly point out your intelligence, and mention that if he got sent out because of the "other guy", or if he decided it was his time and left the Avengers, that with a little combat training, you'd be an ideal replacement.
From outside the glass door of the lab, Tony stood watching the two of you. You raised your eyebrows, and he mouthed 'OTP' in response. You clenched your jaws, and he took it as a chance to go on. Turning around, Tony wrapped his arms around himself, his hands roaming his own back and hair, creating a makeout scene.
"Tony." You sighed, embarrassed.
"Tony?" Bruce looked up at you, then to Tony outside. "Oh is he–"
Tony turns back around and starts humping the air, mouthing 'otp' repeatedly.
When he stops, you peel your gaze away from him, and to Bruce, who was as red as you were, giving Stark the middle finger.
You clear your throat, and Bruce immediately looks at you, smiling nervously, chuckling disjointedly.
