"Neither side, Tony." Natasha smiled brightly. "We're just here to watch."
"Woohoo!" Clint, always happy to stir the pot, even whistled.
Amid everyone's teasing laughter, Tony suddenly turned. "Fish Baby, you tell us!"
"Huh? Me?" Miaomiao, who had been enjoying herself, instantly froze. "Tell... tell you what?"
"Forget about wealth and all that. Fish Baby's still little." Tony hooked an arm around Bruce's shoulders and turned, lining them up side by side in front of Miaomiao. "Just tell us which of us is more handsome, sexier, has more presence, and is more popular!"
Both men were extraordinarily handsome. Standing casually together, they looked like a magazine cover.
Bruce Wayne had black hair and blue eyes, a steady, commanding presence, and an elegance refined by time. Those blue eyes held an inherent melancholy and tenderness. When he looked at you, you could not help aching for him, wanting to understand his sorrow and soothe his pain. Being in his thirties had not left him weathered; it only made him seem more mature, like a fine red wine whose richness deepened with every taste, drawing you into its spell before you realized it.
Tony Stark had golden-brown hair and his signature caramel eyes. His features were sharp and vibrant, every gesture carrying the uninhibited confidence of a man born gifted, bold and dazzling. Though he was several years older than Bruce, his eyes were astonishingly bright, brimming with high spirits and the drive to forge ahead. Age was merely a number to him. He was forever passionate, forever young.
If Bruce was an aged red wine worth savoring, Tony was champagne that dazzled the moment the bottle opened: exuberant, effervescent, vibrant, and charming, capturing everyone's attention at first glance.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, one cool and one warm, one reserved and