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"We seem to be doing this a lot," he remarks. Tony laughs.

"Yeah..."

"C'mon. Let's go."

"Where?"

"You'll see."

Tony frowns, rinsing his hands as Bruce tries to pull him out of the bathroom.

"What about the bill?"

"Paid it already."

"Bruce you didn't have to-"

"Don't worry, I used your card."

The engineer smirks, zipping up his coat.

"Well thank god for that."

He taps a few buttons on Tony's reactor and the suit wraps around the scientist's body.

"What are you doing?"

Bruce picks him up bridal style and shoots upwards, stopping to hover about forty feet in the air. Cellphone cameras flash below.

"Okay JARV, take me to that cliff thingy Tony found."

The suit flies them both toward the little rocky cliff.

"Oh," Tony whispers.

Bruce puts him down gently, and stands up, tapping the chest of the suit.

"Okay J, can you go get us some ice cream? I'll text you which flavours."

The empty suit nods and speeds off.

"Thanks, but I don't really want any."

"You love ice cream."

"It's eighteen degrees outside."

"Fair point."

Bruce pulls out his phone and texts something to JARVIS, then snatches the glasses from Tony's face.

"Hey!" He protests, then snuggles against the scientist.

"J, can you also send us the package?"

"Sure thing."

"Thanks dude."

Bruce puts the sunglasses in Tony's pocket.

"Did you just call my AI 'dude'?"

"You've called him much worse."

"Touche."

The scientist undoes his tie and fastens it around Tony's eyes.

"Ooh kinky. I wouldn't have taken you for a blindfold kinda guy, but hey, I'm down."

"Shut up, babe."

"Yes sir," he clicks.

There's the sound of thrusters and rustling fabric, and Bruce steps away for a minute.

A small, irrational part of him (well, most of him is small and irrational) is afraid that Bruce will leave him there.

Instead, he's guided onto a soft blanket, his shoes removed along with his coat and the blindfold, a warm blanket thrown around his shoulders.

Bruce prods a circular pod on the ground in front of them. It unfolds and bursts into flames-a portable campfire. He'd made it a couple of years ago when he, Pepper and the kids had gone camping.

They were sat on a massive blanket, with pillows propped against the tree behind them.

Tony curls up against Bruce's side in the frigid air, tossing half the blanket over.