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The steering wheel thrummed under his grip, eyes on the dimming road ahead of him and the melodic hum of whatever radio station Bruce had put on filling his ears. This was their second day on the road, trying to get far enough out into the countryside and away from the city to see the wonders that Tony had heard about that would light up the sky the next night.

Excitement hummed in his veins, he could feel the easy shift of the car and see the lights fade from the small town they had left an hour ago -- dinner was good, he reminded himself, Bruce chosen the place, Tony just had been too busy staring at the other scientist that he hadn't even noticed what he had placed in front of him and ate -- dotting in the rear view mirrors, finally getting them away from it.

He wondered vaguely if they'd stop at another motel and risk bed-bugs again -- or if they'd just curl up with the seats rocked back and the top pulled down and sleep with their fingers intertwined and stare at the sky until both of them were lulled to sleep (Tony secretly did not want to blame Bruce for him becoming somewhat of a romantic bastard -- but it really was all Bruce's fault). He shook his head and glanced over at the other, head filled with grey-brown curls and glasses tucked up against his nose.

"I can't wait," he finally stated, shrugging, auburn eyes turning back to the road in front of him. "I mean -- I rented a camp site just for this."

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"I'll be honest Tony, I didn't exactly expect you of all people to go for a camp site." Bruce looked over with a tiny lift of his mouth into a smile. "You're not exactly the camping type." Considering how much of a germaphobe Tony can be from time to time and how... anti-anywherewithouttechnology.

"But I'm glad you did."

"It's not really camping, there's a tiny ass log cabin with a fire place and there's apparently a store to buy food at a mile away? Not sure." He still smiled and shook his head slightly. "You'd think getting shot into space would, you know, dampen the want to see the fucking stars, but let's be real. We both know that I am a slut for all things space now."

"Tony, don't say things like that." Bruce frowned at that last comment. "You're just not much of a person for camping, even with a cabin." He reached out and touched Tony's knee lightly.

"It's been a long time since we've gotten out of the city." Was it for him or just for Tony or both?

"I liked our vacation home," Tony pointed out right after, leaning his knee towards the hand, before speeding up. "That was sort of camping. Kinda, not really. This is uh, the real deal. I guess? I brought a small generator, plus a mobile J. So I have some technology..."

He quickly snapped his mouth shut and paused to think about it. "Not since the engagement, I think? About 4 months, I'm thinking. By the way, I got our suits in the trunk, just to remind you."

"Somehow not shocked," Bruce said with a chuckle. "I can't believe you managed to bring JARVIS mobile that isn't your suit. I somehow assumed it took more space than a cell phone. ...And maybe we could go for a flight?"

"It's not hard, he's connected to everything," he pointed out with a lift of his shoulders. "And yeah, after the meteor shower, I'm thinking we go for a quick spin? Maybe get a closer look at the sky?"

"That sounds like a great idea. Very romantic," Bruce had to laugh, "well, for us. Maybe bring a little food out, sit beneath the stars until it starts?" He imagined a blanket, a picnic basket, maybe some candles...

"Sounds great," Tony hummed, grinning slightly. "I think we can pick up some food stuff at the store, depending." He took his hand off of the stick for a moment and patted the hand on his knee, before replacing it. "We should get there tonight, meteor shower is tomorrow. Telescope and clothes are in the back. Pepper's got everything handled for the next week -- we can take a few days to ourselves, before we get back and finish listening to Pepper dictate what she wants the wedding to be like."

"Wedding?" Bruce looked over to Tony with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes, references went right over his head. It might have taken a little while to get there via car, but Bruce was grateful for not having flown. It meant he didn't have to be in a state of tension and worry about the flight and instead could just relax.

"Ours or hers," he responded with a shrug. "I said I'd foot the bill for her wedding. And I honestly don't mind that. As long as I get to walk her down the aisle and be he 'man of honour'." Tony shot Bruce a quick look, a raised brow with a head shake right after. "She seems set on doing the same back, which is implying I'm the woman -- even after I told her that you don't want something big. Couldn't handle it. I think we're going to do a backyardish one. Only a few friends, just looking for a location now."

Ours? He had proposed, but... they hadn't even talked about a wedding yet. Another whole process Bruce wasn't entirely sure he would know how to handle but wanted to. No idea what Tony would want with what usually was such a grand event.

Until Tony finished, leaving Bruce to raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't I get a say in all of this? Also I think that's very old fashioned of you. There is no woman between us and she would be your woman of honor."

"No, old fashioned would be saying that Steve should be the one to walk me down the aisle, he's not only the last person who remotely knew my dad -- he's technically my best friend, beyond you and Pepper and Rhodey. I was going to talk her into letting me let Rhodey be my best man."

He shrugged and smiled slightly, reaching over for another squeeze of Bruce's hand before allowing it to retreat. "I was just going to do something small, very small. Just us, the Avengers, Pepper, Rhodey, Coulson, Peter, Charles, Hank -- whoever else." He nodded again, glancing at Bruce again, eyes twinkling. "But I'd like your help, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, Pepper says it's a crime because I like to shop otherwise. I just think weddings are tedious. ...I may have gotten us a 'mad-scientist' based wedding cake?"

"Steve will end up walking me down the aisle, or Phil." Bruce shook his head with a little laugh. "A what cake?! Tony..." He rubbed a hand over his face with a groan - this was going to get ridiculous quickly.

"Small. Simple. Intimate. That's what I'd prefer."

"Rude," Tony said affectionately. "Terribly rude, you should let Natasha walk you down the aisle." He was aware of how silly that was, but it really didn't matter to him. Not with the open road in front of him and Bruce next to him. Everything was perfect to him, and even though he fell silent after a while... Just knowing Bruce was there and would enjoy the experience. The meteor shower... It just seemed damn fine to him. Finally,, when Tony began turning into a park designated for camping -- shocking Tony, since he thought it was farther away, but apparently he was wrong, he gave an excited noise.

"You're going to love the cabin. Smaller than our bathroom. Gonna be a tight squeeze."