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Bruce grinned, “yeah, just dont say something so adorably… well adorable that i randomly kiss you during dinner. Because im not sure but that might just be a give away.” he said smiling, “well, if me actually bringing someone home wasnt enough of an indicator.” he said smiling, though to be fair it had started out completely innocently. He hadnt had any intention of this happening, it just… did, not that he wasn’t positively ecstatic about it because he was.

"I'll see what I can do," Tony stuck out his tongue. He scrolled through his phone idly, only then realizing that he had a couple of missed calls. Apparently his phone had still been on silent mode, because it had never rung. Both of them were from his father, around the time school had gotten out. Tony gulped. Ooh boy, his old man had probably found out he'd skipped. He was in for an ear-ful. He nipped his lip.

Bruce smiled, Pulling tony’s phone from his hand and pressing a few buttons, before pressing the phone to his ear. Voice becoming fake and professional. “Hello Mr. Stark, Adam Reed here with the biochemical research facility downtown… yes… thats the one…” He said holding his professional tone while making stupid faces at tony the entire time. “Yes, No sir I am calling you to inform you that your son Tony was completing an internship with us today, The first step to achieving an acclaimed award. Yes, well I am sorry we didnt call earlier but ive recently fired my assistent and things are getting a bit pushed back today. However we would like to inform you that tony is being shortlisted for this award and you should be very proud. However he may have to put in some more hours at the institute. Yes, Thank you sir have a very nice day.” He pressed end, clicking around on tony’s phone a few more times before he handed it back to him. “there, handled. And now you’re shortlisted, though there’s really no point because i won already and everything else is just a formality at this point but your dad doesn’t have to know that.” he said smiling, “oh and now you have an excuse to come here whenever you want.” he said smiling, he was happy that worked.

Tony gaped like a fish out of water the entire phone call. "He... you think he bought that?" he asked worriedly, fidgeting. As rebellious as he liked to be at times, lying to his father wasn't typically in his repertoire-- on the other hand, it hadn't been him who lied, it had been Bruce. But he couldn't figure out if that made it better or worse that his friend had lied /for/ him. His head spun in circles of doubt.

“you can thank me later” he said smiling, knowing there was no possible way tony’s dad could have known that it wasnt true. His boss was out of town this week, and he was technecly in charge any way… though he didnt really want to go into work. But if anyone called, they would get re routed to his cell phone… simple. ” so what do you want for dinner?” he asked feeling slightly like a husband talking to his… well husband he supposed would be the right term. though in this state that wasnt going to happen. He settled with feeling domestic, and smiled at tony.

"When you say it like that, it sounds dirty," Tony smirked, considering some ways in which he could 'thank' Bruce. The question of food made his stomach growl. "I dunno, what're my options?" he asked, foot twitching excitedly.

Bruce let out a throaty chuckle, “no, not tonight you cant.” he said smiling tracing shapes absentmindedly into the back of tony’s hand. “you have to pick one, and ive got to start cooking it because its only a little while till everyone gets home”

"Okay, okay," Tony licked his lips, trying to come to a conclusion. "Lemon Garlic. No... Alfredo." He thought another moment more and shook his head. "Roasted chicken and potatoes. Yes. That, definitely." He nodded.

Bruce smiled, pulling out ingredients, and numerous pots and pans setting the oven and pulling out the chicken from the fridge. “want to help me… you can cut the potatoes in half” he offered, it would go a lot faster with two hands. plus, and he probably wouldnt admit this out loud, he liked the idea of cooking with someone. He had used to with his mother, and since then he hadnt really cooked with people…

Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Uhh, sure, I think I can handle that," he said uncertainly. Cutting potatoes in half. That /sounded/ easy enough; shouldn't be too many ways to mess it up. He quickly put his headphones around his neck and set the device to shuffling through his hard rock playlist, then washed his hands. Bruce gave him a cutting board and a knife and he eyed the sack of potatoes mistrustfully. He selected one and held it carefully, pushing the knife sharp-side down through the tuber until he got all the way through. Tony marveled at what was now two halves of a whole potato. "Hey, I don't totally suck at this!" he exclaimed excitedly, grabbing another potato from the bag.

“Yeah…sorry.” Bruce replied positioning himself on the other side of the table and tieing his apron on. He didnt care what anyone said, real men wear aprons. He pulled out the dish, laying the chicken inside, dicing up onions and garlic and basil. Trying desperately not to look at tony because he would get distracted… and he held a knife… and he really didnt want to chop off his finger.

"Oh em gee!" Tony exclaimed at the sight of Bruce in an apron. He set down his knife and pulled out his phone. "Hold still!" he insisted, snapping a picture before the other teen could protest. He giggled.

“you can cut up the carrots,” he offered still attempting to not look up too much, gesturing to the boiling carrots on the stove. God dahm carrots took way too freaking long to cook, so he just boiled them ahead of time. “you just pull them out and slice them up the middle.” he said adding the potatoes to his casserole dish. His stomach growled as he sprinkled it with olive oil and spices. Waiting on the carrots, he was forced to look up. Which he did for a moment, taking in the furrow of tony’s brow and the way he bit on his lip when he was concentrating before staring back at his shoes. Nope he told himself, nope … nope… not okay, there shouldnt be the ability for that much adorable, and that much smart to be in one person.

Tony gnawed his lip, looking at the formidable pot of carrots. This... this was trickier. Because the potatoes hadn't been hot. Anxiously he dipped a fork in to pluck one out, putting it down quickly on the cutting board before he could burn his fingers in the steam rising from the pot. "Uhh..." he stared down at it, hesitating with knife in hand. 'Up the middle...', along which axis did Bruce mean?

Bruce smiled, pressing his lips to the small amount of skin exposed on tony’s shoulder. “Alright.” he replied letting go reluctantly and starting to clean up the things scattered around the kitchen table, washing off his knife, and throwing away the parts of the onion that just weren’t good anymore.

His heart gave a pitter-patter at the shoulder-kiss, reaching up to touch the spot. He went back to cutting carrots and putting them in the casserole dish. "So your aunt and uncle... what do I call them, you know, when they show up?" Tony asked, not wanting to embarrass himself when the time came.