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[hyperkinesia]

[ He does notice, and at first he says nothing to it, just curves his lips a little in bland amusement. Eventually he tears his eyes away from the screen, during some scene that's not particularly engaging or interesting, so he can look back at her. ]

Is there something on my face?

[ He knows there isn't. He's just kidding, really. He doesn't even mind her looking at him, if that comforts her somehow. ]

[catalysmic]

[The corner of her mouth dips inward.]

Shh, leave me alone. Watch the movie.

[Smartass. Even if she assumes, rightly, that he doesn't actually mind, she shifts after a moment, changing position until she can tuck herself into girlfriend-space under his arm and against his side with her legs sprawled out on the couch in the other direction.

On screen, things are getting heated up. Wall-E and EVE stage a mini robot coup and the autopilot slips into something more sinister. She closes her eyes and loses track of the action.]

[hyperkinesia]

You're very bossy, you know? It's a problem.

[ No it's not. Bruce loves it like he loves everything about her, and it may or may not be that he likes being told what to do. (What, like his kinks are anything new to her.)

But of course, he does as she says and goes back to watching the movie in silence. It gets a little sad, and a little serious, and there's probably some parallel to be drawn there but Bruce has spent the last long months pushing Ultron deep into a hole in his mind and he's not particularly eager to dig it up.

He's shared enough tonight as it is. As he watches he'll just focus on it being a kids' movie, the knowledge that everything will be alright in the end, and refuse to see what little similarities there might be. It's fine. Ultron's long gone anyway. ]

[catalysmic]

Say that to my face, [grumbled mostly to herself since he is actually right there. Everything is fine in the end. The world is restored. Everyone comes home. Love saves itself. It's just a movie but that's what they're for. The ending credits roll and Betty nudges Bruce's neck with her nose, rubs her cheek against his scratchy jaw, twists enough to kiss his chin.]

Sleepy yet? [She wants him to say yes, and she wants him to say no. They could stay up until dawn watching movies or listening to the radio, or she could take him to bed and maybe one or both of them will sleep.]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce breathes deep but quietly when the credits roll. Movies like this are nice, safe. No margin for doubts and what if's, possible bad consequences with an ending that feels like a happy full stop. He's comfortable with that right now.

Tipping his head towards her, he leans in and presses a soft peck to her forehead, smiling against the skin. ]

Wouldn't mind trying to get some sleep.

[catalysmic]

Yeah? [Betty delays, burrowing down against Bruce's body for another moment before rolling her onto her feet and tugging Bruce up with her.]

Go brush your teeth and wait for me on the bed. [A brief hug and nudge.] I'll be there soon. Try not to fall asleep without me?

[Since he was so amenable to her bossiness before.

The apartment is mostly open space, but the bedroom is petitioned off. She does some midnight dishes, checks the door again, brushes her own teeth, and sure, she could have just gone with him, helped him settle, but she wants the effect of walking into her bedroom and having Bruce waiting there for her. Because she asked him to. There's satisfaction marrow-deep that she wants just for her.]