R&D Candyland
Pale brown eyes flickered open, glancing lazily around the lab. Unfortunately, Dr. Bruce Banner had fallen into the habit of sleeping face down on his desk. Much to his discomfort, he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. Always a pain.. His glasses left a slight scratch against the bridge of his nose. Groaning, the doctor sat up to remove his glasses, reaching to pinch the sore pain on each sides of his nose. What time was it? And how long had he slept? Slipping his glasses back onto his face, those pale hues glanced toward the clock. Damn.. It was just about evening which meant he had fallen sleep early that morning. Standing, the brunette stretched his aching limps before shifting himself from that white lab coat. What was he still doing in Manhattan? Well, S.H.E.I.L.D had offered him a brilliant laboratory and all of the supplies he needed in order for him to create and recreate different formulas. Bruce had been through nearly seven separate algorithms since the war with Loki and his 'army'. He was just about to make his way from the lab when he heard a ring followed by the subtle sound of a vibrate. "What on.. Earth..?" Knitting his dark eyebrows, Banner searched his desk; shifting through papers, looking beneath them until he finally located the device that rung. It was that cellphone Mr. Stark had given him. Adjusting his glasses, the doctor shifted his gaze down to the message the older man had sent him. What was he doing this evening? Raising an eyebrow, a gentle grin appeared across his lips. [ SMS: Banner] Asking me on a date, Mr. Stark? As far as I'm aware, I'm free. Anything in mind? A night out of the lab could have been exactly what he needed. Chuckling softly, the doctor adjusted his casual navy button up shirt which accented well with his khaki pants. The doctor's usual attire.