Post-Credits Scene
“Bruce, I gotta tell you something.”
“If it’s that you have herpes, I have to tell you that your timing is terrible.”
“Jesus, no. It’s important, okay?”
“Alright, I’m listening.”
“I love you and all, but...”
“But?”
“...If you tell anyone about the dorky things I say and do when we’re alone, this marriage will have to end in murder-suicide.”
“That’s what you’re worried about on our honeymoon?”
“Yeah. Natasha would never let me live it down, or Thor, or anyone else we’re related to. And if we die we can't give Far another grandkid.”
“What?”
“Yeah, a condition of him paying for this trip is that we ‘get on that.’”
“...Didn’t Thor and Jane just say they’re thinking of adopting their fifth kid next year?”
“Yep. But Far’s policy is apparently ‘Go forth and multiply, for I much desire more anklebiters to play with and spoil.’”
“Well, maybe in a couple years. For now, you can tell him that we tried to get pregnant and it didn’t take, so we’re going to see a fertility doctor.”
“I don’t think even he’ll fall for that one.”
“Ask him while he’s working. It’ll only half-register, but it’ll be enough to put him off our case for a while.”
“You really are a genius, aren’t you?”
“I am, but that’s just a trick I learned from spending way too much time with your father. You missed some priceless stuff during all those archery practices.”