The next time they take pictures for the website, Tony is ready.
“Put down your hand,” Steve instructs after he’s struck his pose.
“Tony,” Bruce sighs, and considers banging his forehead against the nearest wall.
“What? This is a lawyerly position. I look authoritative. And powerful. And like a lawyer.” He straightens his tie, and then settles into position. “Take the picture, Rogers.”
Steve glances over in Bruce’s direction. “Likelihood of winning this argument?” he asks.
Bruce glances at Tony. For one brief, almost-fleeting second, Tony flicks his eyes in Bruce’s direction, and they stare at one another. Then, Tony snaps his head back forward, the very picture of an authoritative lawyer (or whatever).
Bruce exhales slowly. “Just take the picture,” he says.
“We won’t win,” he assures Steve. “Take the picture.”
(Later, at home, Bruce observes, “You like showing off.”
“In every conceivable way,” Tony agrees, and kisses him on the side of the neck before walking out of the room.)