|If you were a shoe/type footwear what would you be and why?|
Tony: Uhhh… something expensive. With Italian leather.
Bruce: A hiking boot. Lots of miles, kinda weathered, but pretty comfortable these days. *smirks*
Tony: *grins* I love that. It’s incredibly accurate. Mine would be the only shoe like it in the world. And you wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off it because it’s so attractive. And also it may or may not have tech you can attach to the heel to make it fly.
Bruce: *chuckles* Think you nailed it.
|Hello *smiles shyly* Maybe it's a weird question but what's your favourite memory? You know, the kind of memory that always makes you smile. ^.^|
Tony: I have a lot of singular moments I remember often, that make me happy. When I finished my first robot. When I graduated MIT. A lotta fun times with Rhodey. First time I put on the Iron Man suit. *looks at Bruce* The day he said he’d stay. The day he said he’d go out with me. Our first kiss. When I proposed. And the moment I saw him on our wedding day. Is that too many?
Bruce: Sounds like a good list to me. *smiles* For me it’s french toast with my mother. When I got my first scholarship. When I saved this boy’s newborn puppy. *grins* The day I realized Tony actually trusted me to stay. *smirks* The time he gave me a candle light breakfast and *grins* the morning after our wedding.
Tony: Morning after, huh? When we were finally away from people.
Bruce: And you were all mine. *kisses him*
Tony: I’ve always been all yours. It was pretty fantastic just being able to lay there, not have to head our for some wedding planning appointment or anything.
Bruce: No stress, no appointments; just you, me, and a lotta leftover cake.
Tony: And not a lotta clothes! *grins*
Bruce: You insisted. *smirks*
Tony: You sayin’ you didn’t like it?
Bruce: No, you did a great job keeping me warm and cozy.
Tony: It was a pretty good day, hmmm? *runs his fingers through Bruce’s hair*
Bruce: *leans into the touch* Possibly the best day of my life.
Tony: I definitely liked the wedding day better. Everyone I like, us all dressed up, you looking adorably nervous, very good wine…
Bruce: We had some of that left over too. *smiles*
Tony: Yeah, but I’m more of a party guy.
Bruce: I know. I love watching you at parties. You light up the room, you’re the best dancer and… *kisses him* you have the best and sexiest smile.
Tony: And you make me look even better. You’re my favorite accessory. *smirks*
Bruce: Glad I can help. *grins*
Tony: *kisses him* Bruce is my favorite memory. Every moment with him.
Bruce: *humms happily and squeezes Tony* Sap. *kisses him*
Tony: Sure am. *smiles*
|Hey guys I've always wondered what degrees did you receive while in college. And no Tony a degree in sexiness doesn't count!!!|
Bruce: Everyone assumes I have a medical degree, but actually I’ve got PhDs in Nuclear Physics, Biology, and Physiology.
Tony: *smiles proudly* My babe’s a genius.
Bruce: *smirks* It’s easier to get a lotta education when it’s the only thing you’re good at. I married a well-rounded genius.
Tony: Define well-rounded. *smirks* I got my master’s degrees in physics and electrical engineering from MIT. I have PhDs in both those now, as well as mechanical engineering. And I don’t understand why a degree in sexiness wouldn’t count if it was honorary.
Bruce: Does anyone offer a degree in sexiness? *raises his eyebrows*
Tony: They do when you give the Dean the night of her life. *shrugs* Just sayin’. Honorary, see?
Bruce: *gapes for a second and shakes his head* I was gonna say it didn’t count since there wasn’t a curriculum for it, but I guess you took the self-directed version.
Tony: You could call it an Independent Study course.
Bruce: So when d’you think you completed your degree?
Tony: Shortly after she screamed my name so loud the people in the hotel room next to us started bangin’ on the wall.
Bruce: *laughs* I think I got an honorary degree in MacGuyver medicine when I made a cast out of spackle, paper, some plastic bags, and a few sticks.
Tony: You’re just smart. *kisses him* And a good person. You use your skills to help people. I love that about you.
Bruce: *puts an arm around him* So do you, you’re just don’t like to believe it. *kisses him* One of these days I might convince you.
Tony: You don’t need to do that. I’m happy thinkin’ you’re the best at everything.
Bruce: So you’re not allowed to be good too? *kisses his cheek*
Tony: Not as good as you.
Bruce: I’m gonna keep trying, hon.
Tony: You’re stubborn like me.
Bruce: Just about the important things. *grins*
Tony: Guess I can’t blame you there. *kisses him*
Bruce: Thanks. *squeezes him*