Bruce nodded. "i know..." he admitted softly. "i just... hate that he can take control, whenever he wants." he whispered. "thank you, for finding a way to sleep. it's... it's the first time i've slept, honestly slept since..." since the chitauri invasion. "uhm, i don't know. we could, uhm, try it." he agreed before shaking his head. "i don't, uhm, mind it, if it's you, i mean, uhm, uhm, uhm-" he was flushing brightly now. "i just, uhm, don't want to, uhm, take up so much f, uhm, your time. you have, uhm, Tony and James to, uh, take care of too." he admitted. "and you can't, uhm, stay up all night, uhm, to help me sleep." he admitted. "...well, uhm, actually that's how, uhm, most children start is by, uhm, learning how to prepare, uhm, ingredients." he pointed out. "like, uhm, cutting up vegtables, making, uhm, broth and, uhm, stirring soups and, uhm, stuff like that. so technically, uhm, Tony is learning, uhm, how to cook." Steve nodded. "yes, that's how i learned. i'm teaching Tony just like my ma taught me." he admitted.