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lovelyirony · 6 years ago

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could you write something brucexsam?

Bruce had heard that they were getting a new member on staff at his university, but he didn’t really think that he’d meet him. After all, Bruce usually stuck to the science departments or his own apartment.

But Tony drags Sam in because “he’s the only good history professor I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t you also know Barnes and Rogers?” Dr. Cho asks.

“Not voluntarily,” Tony remarks. “But look! This is Sam Wilson, he’s teaching US and European History.”

“Pleasure to meet you all,” Sam says, and Bruce momentarily forgets to shut his mouth because this man is gorgeous. He wears well-fitting shirts, his pants are nice, and are those...teal shoes?

(Yeah, Bruce has a type. Said type is sharp and cute academia.)

“This is Dr. Bruce Banner,” Tony says. “We’re pretty sure that the university owes him more than money because he keeps doing research for the place. Like, it’s bad.”

“It’s not that bad,” Bruce murmurs, extending his hand. “Call me Bruce. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Call me Sam, and likewise,” he says, smiling.

(Oh god that smile.)

Sam talks with them all for a while and Bruce finds out he loves music from the sixties and seventies, enjoys the varied activities they have in the town, and likes going for morning runs.

“I found a park off of Main that looks pretty nice,” Sam says.

Bruce absolutely Does Not Turn His Face because that’s where his apartment overlooks.

Sam then has to go to set up his office and email some students about classwork expectations, but he says goodbye.

“Hope to see you around,” he says, smiling. “Nice meeting you all.”

Helen and Tony turn to Bruce.

“You like him,” Helen says matter-of-factly.

“No I do not,” Bruce says. “I do not like him. I just met him.”

“You’re not using contractions, you like him,” Tony cries, fist-pumping. “This semester is about to get so much better.”

Bruce has forgotten about the fact that Sam is running at the park because it is Saturday and that means it is Book at Cafe day, where he sits outside a cafe and reads his newest murder-mystery book.

This cafe happens to be right across from the park trails.

So Bruce sees Sam running and of course running shirts are tight but whoa those arms, and Bruce suddenly accidentally drooled coffee out of his mouth a bit.

“Fuck,” he mutters, getting himself napkins. “I hope he didn’t see that...”

Sam did not see that, but he does jog over to see Bruce.

“Hey stranger,” he says, grinning. “This the best coffee place in town?”

“For lazy mornings, yes,” Bruce says, smiling. “How was your run?”

“Really nice. No loud traffic or anything, got to pet a couple dogs. You a dog person?”

“Sure,” Bruce says. “I don’t really have any animosity for any animal. Besides cockroaches.”

“A good animal to spite,” Sam counters. “I’ll catch you later, I have to get dressed for the day and get some hydration goin’ on. You going to the staff get-together tonight at Barnes?”

“I’m not sure,” Bruce says, fiddling with his glasses. “I might have some revisions on a paper.”

“Well I hope to see you there,” Sam says. “Catch you later!”

“See you!” Bruce calls as the man jogs away. Bruce then self-reflects into his mug. He’s wondering if he was awkward or if it was okay.

(He’s hoping it was okay.)

Meanwhile Thor is staring at the text that Bruce sent him.

“He’s actually thinking about going?” Jane asks from the kitchen, eyebrow raised. “Wonder why.”

“He almost never comes,” Thor says. “And I’ve begged him for years.”

“Yeah but the last times that he’s come you keep trying to set him up with various friends,” Jane says.

“But I thought he’d like them!” Thor pouts. “We’re friends! And I know he’s lonely!”

“He’ll be just fine with what he does,” Jane affirms. “Now please go to the store and pick up a couple blocks of cream cheese for me, would you?”

Sam has gotten along famously with most of the history and art department, easily joking with Steve and Sharon, the World War One professor, about various things that they were excited about and what types of students there generally were.

“So...do any of you talk to Dr. Banner?” Sam asks.

“You’re not subtle at all,” Barnes snorts. “But yeah, we do occasionally. He’s more of a homebody than most of us, but he’ll come to the occasional party. Why you wanna know? Friends or something more?”

“He’s just cute, that’s it,” Sam says, acquiescing to the fact that at some point they’ll have to know about it. “Saw him today at the coffee shop by the park, said he might stop by the staff party tonight.”

“If he does that’ll be a miracle,” Sharon says, smiling. “He usually never comes. You have an influence, Wilson.”

“Aw shucks, little old me?” Sam responds jokingly.

“Don’t push it,” Barnes warns teasingly. “But good job on getting him to come. Now all you have to do is ask him out on a date.”

Bruce isn’t sure why he’s nervous. He’s an adult, an adult who is tenured at his university and has had multiple papers and research projects been nationally lauded for their relevance to the scientific as well as public communities.

He has changed his shirt eight times, is still questioning his socks even though they’re a plain white, and is wondering if he should wear a tie.

Right on cue, Jane texts him.

don’t worry about the tie dumbass. just show up in your purple shirt and get tipsy. or don’t. but please come

i will be

Bruce shows up twenty minutes early with a bottle of wine clutched in hand and a slight nervous look.

“Don’t worry,” Thor says, scooping his friend into a hug. “Things will be alright. Helen’s even bringing pigs-in-a-blanket! So you can stress eat six in two minutes!”

“Do not remind me of the 2012 incident,” Bruce says. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that.”

“We’re not supposed to talk about a lot of things, but I’ve still told my students how to pirate my textbooks for class,” Tony says casually. “And what I want to talk about is that I will be unbuttoning this button so that you actually look hot. And I’m messing up your hair.”

“Why?” Bruce asks, stepping back.

“Because you’ll look cute,” Helen says. “You are quite the catch, Banner.”

“Okay...?” Bruce asks. “I’m still asking why?”

“You want to impress Wilson, don’t you?” Tony asks. “And I think he will be impressed because I am impressed and seriously debating my commitment to Barnes.”

“You sayin’ something babe?” Bucky asks, arms wrapping themselves around his husband’s frame.

“Just my disdain of you,” Tony says, grinning. He kisses him on the cheek. “Hey gorgeous. Did you bring the spoons and cups?”

“Even got extras,” Bucky says, holding up the cloth bags.

“My hero.”

Sam arrives about ten minutes later holding a bouquet of flowers and some sort of salad.

“Hey guys,” Sam says. “Sorry I’m late, I had some difficulty finding the dried cranberries.”

“Those are Bruce’s favorite, I’m glad you found them,” Helen says coyly, a smile attached.

“Then I’m glad too,” Sam says. “Because cranberries in a salad is the best part.”

“Agreed,” Bruce affirms. “I’ll take the flowers and get a vase for them if you’d like to set the salad down.”

“Thanks gorgeous,” Sam responds.

Bruce turns red.

Sam then thinks he’s adorable and Steve makes a dopey face at him.

“You’re so whipped already, Sam.”

“Hey Steve. Shut up or I’m redirecting my students to your email.”

Steve snickers.

The music is nice, and Bruce watches as Thor and Jane dance to the side, giggling to each other.

“The man can’t dance,” Sam remarks. “But it’s entertaining.”

“Sure is,” Bruce says, sipping on his cocktail. “Wait until we get Sharon tipsy enough. She’ll dance to Tchaikovsky and make it look passable.”

“Now that I have to see.”

Sam and Bruce move over to the couch, talking about any manner of things. Bruce likes the funny eighties comedies, and Sam talks about music and how exciting history can be. Bruce laughs and nods and gives Sam advice about how the school generally runs.

“What are your office hours usually like?” Sam asks casually.

“Usually they’re pretty open and given the students that I generally draw, I keep my hours late for explanations.”

“Could you potentially push them earlier if someone wanted to take you to dinner?” Sam asks.

“Potentially,” Bruce teases right back. “Depends on where dinner is. I think I might have to show a new guy around my favorite spots.”

“I think I might know this new guy. Goes by Sam?”

“The new history teacher. He’s caught my eye, wouldn’t you know?”

“Maybe,” Sam says, laughing. “I��m Sam.”

“Well I never!” Bruce exclaims, a look of faux-shock in his features. “Then consider my office hours moved next Friday for dinner. Swing by the park and I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds great. Mind if I get your number? In case I have any questions about school, of course.”

“Of course.”

The History and Science departments were on good terms before all of this.

But because Sam likes to make impromptu visits with his classes to teach his unit about the Scientific Revolution with classic experiments by one Dr. Banner and his students, it’s gotten even better.

(And sure if Sam went viral on Twitter for being the most-loving-boyfriend-ever, then that was nice too.)

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