"Kind of is," he protests, looking a little resigned as he finally hands over the piece of cookery. He doesn't leave the house, his only socialization is with... well, her. And the other Avengers but he sure isn't attracted to them.

Wait -- what? He swallows, his throat suddenly dry as the turn towards her highlights just how close they are. How easy it would be to...

"Do you want to watch a movie? I let my Netflix queue get out of control again." How that's supposed to help dispel this awkward tension he really doesn't know.