#Bruce Banner fluff

[late-to-the-party-81]

Cuddles are the cure

Ask: Omg omg omg Jen please please can I have some Bruce/Hulk and Reader. I'm in desperate need of some super fluff, like imagine Hulk just picking you up and snuggling you all warm when you're I'm you're sad 🥺🥺🥺

AN: Super fluff, you say, Elsie? In fact it’s so fluffy I had to throw in reader comforting Hulk too - mutual comforting. Set in the world of You, Me and the Other Guy and slots in as part two of the series.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Bruce/Hulk x Reader

WC: 1.5k

CW: Fluff. Lots of cuddles. Soft kisses. Implied Tony being a dickhead. Working in customer retail sucks.

In every way that mattered, your life had improved immeasurably since you and Bruce had started dating. You already had a friendship, a connection, and you couldn’t believe how easy the two of you just fit. 

It was still early days though - you had your shifts, and when Bruce, or rather the Hulk, wasn’t off saving the world with the other Avengers, he had his research and other interests.You didn’t want to live in each others pockets, but still made the effort to see each other at least three times a week, and spoke on the phone all the other days.

You’d introduced him to your small circle of friends, and none of them realised who he actually was, aside from being a sweet nerd who’d swept you off your feet. It was the one advantage of having two personas, you supposed - it meant that he could maintain privacy when out and about.

In return, Bruce had invited you to come and meet the other Avengers. He’d done that charming thing of coming over all shy, asking you while cleaning his glasses with his shirt, so that he wouldn’t have to look at you and risk rejection.

“I mean, you only have to come if you want to. I don’t want you to be disappointed or overwhelmed, because they can be a handful. Tony will tease me… and flirt with you, Steve’s actually got a filthy potty mouth, Nat can be pretty intimidating, Thor, when he’s here, is loud and Clint… well… he’s got a specific sense of humour.”

You’d reached out and placed your hand on his arm, and he’d put his glasses back on and looked at you, expression unreadable.

“I’d love to meet them, and not because they’re the Avengers, but because they’re your friends and colleagues.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

You’d shifted closer, cupping his face with your hand and brushing your nose against his.

“Certain.”

They’d been everything Bruce had described and more, but you’d won them over, and now had your own Avengers Tower access clearance. Sometimes you and Bruce met up there, especially if he was working late, or had been on a mission. It was also the best space for you to hang out with Hulk. The green giant was actually a massive cuddle bug, and enjoyed lounging in his/Bruce’s room, watching Disney movies with you while eating insane amounts of popcorn and candy. 

At first, Bruce had been reticent about letting you spend time with his other persona, but you’d convinced him that you would be fine. You knew almost from the first moment that you’d met him that you and Hulk would be friends, because he and Bruce were two sides of the same coin - he would never hurt you.

Now, so far in your relationship, it had all been sunshine and roses - well, apart from that night, but considering what it had led to, you couldn’t be too upset - you and Bruce having cute dates, sweet kisses and lots of laughter.  As you got off the subway you hoped that he’d be able to manage something different, and you didn’t mean intimacy. Well, that would be nice, but also, you were content to wait until it felt right for both of you. What you did need today was comfort, because it had been A Day TM (a really shitty day) because even the best relationship could improve what it was like to work in a retail job.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t used to asshole customers - you had to usually deal with one or two every day, but today! It was like they’d all held a meeting and decided to show up at the same time and be meaner and more horrible than normal - asking for complex drinks that made no sense, then telling you that you’d done it wrong, when you’d actually triple checked with them before starting.

Walking up to the front entrance of the tower you fanned your face, trying to disperse the tears that threatened to fall from just thinking about it. You wouldn’t let them bring you down!

Striding into the building, you flashed your access card to the security guard before swiping it at the executive elevator. You were glad that you’d be able to travel straight to Bruce’s floor. He wasn’t expecting you at this time, but one of your colleagues had owed you, so you’d ended your shift a couple of hours early and made your way straight here. Hopefully you’d be able to hang out in his room while he finished up his work for the day. Or maybe you could keep him company in the lab if you signed some kind of NDA.  

You could feel yourself spiralling and you swallowed back a small cry, turning it into a hiccup as the elevator came to a halt and you virtually stumbled out into Bruce’s living room…

… to be met with the sight of Hulk, sitting on the floor, worry beads around his neck, watching Lilo and Stitch.

His face broke into a broad smile when he saw you, and he clambered to his feet as quickly as he could.

“Pretty Girl!” He turned and looked at the clock and then back at you. “Pretty Girl early!”

You bit your lip and nodded. Despite your mood, a small smile played at the edges of your mouth.

“Uh-huh. I just needed to see you… or Bruce.”

Hulk looked at you for a moment, and blinked. “Pretty Girl okay that Hulk here, not Bruce?”

You nodded, his earnestness and innocence threatening to destroy the last of your control. You took a step towards him, followed by a second and then you were throwing yourself into his arms, pressing your face against his chest and letting the tears of frustration flow.

Slowly, Hulk wrapped his arms around you, and you noticed he was a little unsure.

“Pretty Girl sad. Did bad man come back and try hurt you?”

You lifted your head, and sniffed with a little smile. “No. Nothing like that. Just a bad day at work.”

You eased out of his hold so you could drop your purse and take your coat off.

“How Hulk help? Want Hulk smash?”

He was too sweet. It was tempting.

“No. No smashing. Just be you, buddy. Sit back down and I’ll join you - we can finish watching together. I just need some cuddles.”

He let out a light snort and lumbered back over to his pile of cushions, dropping down heavily. You knew that Tony had had this floor reinforced, but you were still astounded when the floor didn’t shake. Once he appeared comfortable you joined him, climbing up into his lap and pressing into his side. He was so warm!

You watched in silence together for 10 minutes or so, both of you letting out the odd bark of laughter at the antics of Lilo and her extraterrestrial friend. You could feel yourself calming down just through this - being here and being cared for, with no expectation, something that previous boyfriends had never given you.

You were glad you had Bruce, and Hulk. Which brought you back to why the latter was here.

“Hey, Big Guy. Any reason you’re out today? Was there a mission, because I know Bruce had a load of scientific stuff to do today.”

You felt his body stiffen under you.

“No mission. No smash. Stark happen.”

You sighed - it stood to reason.

“Did he frighten Bruce again?”

He let out a resigned huff.

“Wanted to know what makes Hulk appear. Now Hulk not want to go back. Hulk come here, home. Watch movies, try to be calm.”

You rose up on your knees and pressed your palm to his cheek, feeling him lean into it gently.

“So you’ve had a bad day too? I’m sorry. What about if I get some more snacks and you pick another movie. How does that sound?”

“Hulk like snacks. Hulk like movies. Hulk love Pretty Girl.”

You dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too, Big Guy.”

You got up, and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards for enough snacks to keep Hulk sated. You smiled to yourself as you heard him talking to FRIDAY, picking the next thing you were going to watch. Snacks and drinks obtained you took your place, back on his lap.

The opening credits played and you smiled - the Little Mermaid.

“You know, if you ever have this problem again, ask FRIDAY to call me. I’m more than happy to help cheer you up. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes. Hulk and Pretty Girl best friends.”

You both settled down then to watch Ariel fight for her true love. Hulk kept an arm around you, holding you close, but without squashing you, and every so often you ran your hand up and down his arm or scratched your fingers into his black hair, quietly soothing him.

About 10 minutes from the end, Hulk started to fidget and shift under you. You got up and watched as he slowly shrank, and his skin returned to pink. Bruce looked up at you, slightly chagrined, from the pillow nest on the floor. “Hey.”

You smiled and sat back down next to him, wrapping your arms around one of his and leaning your head on his shoulder. “Hey, yourself. Feeling better?”

“Absolutely.” Bruce leant over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And you? Sorry I wasn’t here to help.”

“Not your fault. And I’m sure there will be another day with a-hole customers. I’m also certain that Tony won’t frighten Hulk out of you again.”

Bruce chuckled. “You give him more credit than he’s due. Although he might not try it again for a while - the Other Guy smashed up his new Porsche…”

You couldn’t help it - you laughed out loud, cuddling into your boyfriend, and realising that life wasn’t so bad after all.

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Hung Every Star

Title: Hung Every Star

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Disabled!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7000

Rating: T

Warnings: Talk of medical problems, disabled reader.

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"Bruce, listen to me, and listen to me good," I speak into the phone, my voice a sort of choked up and strangled mess of syllables and affixes, "I am going to be just fine. Things are going to be tough, but I don't need you to worry about them. You have the world saving thing to worry about. I am going to find a new doctor, take another job to pay for health issuance, and I am going to get back on my medication in a few months. Everything is going to be just fine." I repeat the last bit more for my own benefit than for his. 

I have just been informed that my current insurance no longer covers my medical care and I had called Bruce, a lifelong friend, to vent. Part of it was also a lie, I lost my insurance all together when I got laid off, but frankly I am not ready to admit that to anyone yet. 

We have known each other since we were children, or I suppose since I was a child and he was just barely a teenager. Our families each owned a portion of a time share that just so happened to be a duplex. Every summer we would pack our things and head for the lake, taking  up residence next to the Banner family. Bruce and I's bedroom even shared a wall. As we got older, I would cover for him when he snuck out and he would make sure that I was always cared for. The eight year age gap never seemed to faze us, and we were fast friends who loved each other like siblings. 

"Bubba, please," He began, my childhood nickname all but covers up the too familiar plead in his voice that I have begun to hear too often, "Just come to the compound and let me help." 

"You know how I feel about going upstate." I try and swerve the subject and I know Bruce is shaking his head on the other end of the phone. 

"This isn't about traveling upstate and you know it!" He shouts, but I don't bother pulling the phone from my ear. I can hear him breathe deeply over the line as he composes himself, "Bubba, I know you don't want to feel like you are burdening anyone, but you aren't okay? How about you come first thing on Monday and let me check you out. Everyone is going to be away on mission and I will sleep better knowing you have at least let me check you out."

I hum into the receiver as I mull over his words. As much as I don't want to inconvenience the Avengers, especially because they just got done taking down Ultron, I know I only have a weeks worth of medication left. I pick up the large bottle, dumping the oblong yellow capsules into my hand before triple checking the amount. 

"Alright, Bruce," I finally speak, biting at my lip to mumble the words. "I will come up on Monday, but the second I am in the way, I am leaving." 

"I will take it," He rumbles, the joy in his voice leaking over the line, "One more thing, Bubba," 

"What?" I question, wiping my eyes with my sleeve, attempting to remove the dried tears from my cheeks.

"You know that's the first time you have called me Bruce since you were seventeen." He points out, "I hated it." 

Bruce's blunt words cause me to full on belly laugh, easing the tension in my shoulders slightly. He chuckles lightly through the phone. 

"That's better." He simpers, "I'll see you on Monday, Bubba. I love you." 

"I love you, too, Bruiser." I bid him before hanging up the phone. 

When I pulled up to the compound on Monday morning, I was relieved to see that the grounds were quiet. A few odd agents roamed around outside but I felt rather invisible which gave me the courage to leave my car and head for the front doors. 

A blond agent sat at the desk when I walked in, typing away on a computer, the phone receiver held loosely between his cheek and shoulder. He didn't even make eye contact when I approached the desk which left me standing there sort of awkwardly, bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet. 

The agent stuck his hand out forcefully, eye contact still on his computer screen. 'ID' was all he said as he made a sort of grabby hand gesture with his outstretched hand. I riffled around in my bag before handing it over to him. He looked at it before handing me a 'Visitor Badge' in return point down the hallway to my right. I thanked him, but he didn't seem to notice. 

I head down the large hallway now, scanning each of the nameplates on the doors as I go. There were so many that they start to blur together and I have to shake my head to keep focus. 

"Bubba!" A voice calls from the hallway bisecting the one I am meandering down. I look up to see Bruce standing there, a wide smile on his face. His hands are piled high with files, a cup of tea balanced precariously atop them. His briefcase is slung over his shoulder. 

"Hey there, Bruiser," I rush over to him, taking his mug into my hand before pulling him into a hug with an arm draping over his neck. "It's really good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, kid. Come on, lets go to the clinic and we can get started." I follow him down the hallways, twisting and turning around corridors before we finally make it to an annex building. 

"Here we are, go ahead and put your stuff down. Did you bring your charts with you?" He inquires, setting his files down on the desk with a thud. He sits down into the desk chair, typing away at the computer. 

"Here is everything as of three weeks ago." I slide a file across the desk, taking a seat across from him. "No 'how are you' or anything, huh?" I ask, setting my bag down on the floor next to me. Bruce looks up at me, a dumb smile on his face. 

"I'm sorry Bubba. How are you?" He pushes his hair back out of his eyes carefully.

"Considering I drove all the way up here to see your ugly mug, I could be better." I wink at him. He rolls his eyes in return, flipping open my file. 

"This thing is hefty." He murmurs, more to himself than to me. I can feel a blush begin to bleed its way over my chest. I have been sick for a while and Bruce has always known, but the idea of him looking over all the intimate details of it all has me anxious. "Lets go over this, then I'll go ahead and examine you. After that, maybe draw some blood and all that good stuff. Are you okay if I get a couple of lab workers to run the tests?" 

"Sure, I suppose." I mutter, looking him over. It's been about a year since I last saw Bruce, but he really hasn't changed since his accident, or really much at all. His dark mop of curls still stuck out in all directions and his brown eyes still glowed. He wears a lab coat, and business attire underneath which still cracks me up if I think about it too long. I remember when he wore nothing but too-loose jeans and waffle shirts. 

We spend the next few hours going over records and my health. He asks me so many questions that my head spins. One thing about Bruce, he has always been thorough. He takes blood samples and looks over my medication. Through the whole ordeal he has made himself impossible to read which only adds to the stress crawling under my skin. 

"Well, thing's aren't great, but they aren't terrible either." Bruce takes off his glasses and rubs over the bridge of his nose carefully. The gesture does not inspire any sort of confidence. "Your whole digestive system is a mess. Your nervous system is shot. You never grew out of your asthma, I don't know why your quack of a doctor said you did. You've got a handful of mental health medication, which are at least working, and don't even get me started on your uterus." 

"Jesus Christ Bruiser, is there anything that isn't wrong with me?" I laugh, running my hands over my thighs. 

"I will get all of your medication ordered and sent to your place, okay?" He dodges my question, typing away at the computer in front of him. "While you are here, want to grab some lunch with me? We can hang out in the Avengers wing away from all of the suits." 

"That sounds wonderful." I nod, pulling myself to my feet. 

We spend the whole of lunch catching up and joking with each other. He tells me about his sort of 'thing' with Natasha and we go over my complete lack of love interests. We talk about the team and how he feels like he is finally doing okay with being a hero and that makes my heart swell with pride. We reminisce about being kids at the lake and about how we wish we could go back sometimes. 

"Banner, want to tell me why you special ordered a whole pharmacy on my credit card?" A silky voice breaks over our laughter, pulling us from the bubble of nostalgia we have been in for the last couple hours. 

Bruce's eyes lock over my shoulder and I turn to see none other than Tony Stark standing there, a tablet in hand. He is dressed in a breathtakingly expensive navy suit paired with a soft lavender dress shirt. A pair of purple tinted glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the thick frames showcasing the arrent brown of his eyes. His lack of tie and open collar leaving a perfect view of the top of his chest. A beautiful redhead stands next to him, holding a few files in hand. 

"Oh, hey Tony. Hi Pepper," Is all Bruce manages to say, the presence of the Playboy and his assistant catching us both off guard. 

"Bruiser, you said there wasn't going to be anyone else here, let alone your boss," I ask, voice stern but wavering. I stand from the couch, trying to put some distance between the horrible anxious feeling in my chest and myself but only managing to move further from both men. 

"He's not actually my boss-" Bruce begins but his words are cut off with a chuckle coming from Tony. 

"I don't know which B-Word I like better, Boss or Bruiser." He laughs again, clapping his hands together. I manage a glare directed straight at Bruce. 

"Seriously Tony?" Bruce asks, pushing himself from the couch. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head as if to try and shake loose some sort of idea. "Bubba, this is Tony, Tony, this is Bubba." He gestures between us, introducing us. "And that is Pepper Pots, Tony's assistant."

"Ah yes, Y/F/N Y/L/N, born and raised in the Midwest, high school graduate, no college degree, but it looks like you've got some certifications and  licenses under your belt," Tony reads from the tablet in his hands, "And  you are apparently friends with our resident rage monster, Dr. Banner." 

I look at Bruce again, his head buried in his hands. I suddenly feel like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of what to do in this situation. I have never had a stranger know quite so much about me. 

"Bubba, answer a question for me, would you?" Tony asks, turning on his heel. I check with Bruce who gives me one of those 'I don't have the slightest' looks, shrugging his shoulders. "Why do you call him Bruiser?" There is nothing but amusement in his voice. He hands his tablet to Pepper, looking between Bruce and I in anticipation. 

"Bubba," Bruce warns me. I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my face as I look at Tony. "Don't you dare." That just earns a laugh from Tony. I just shake my head, not bothering to answer. 

"Not a secret I am going to share with a stranger." I finally say, bouncing on my toes. Bruce lets out a breath he was holding. 

"Okay, okay, all in due time I suppose." Tony claps his hands, "What do you do, Bubba?" 

"I am a party planner." I lie. Was, I was a party planner. My stomach twists with nausea. 

"Not as of a week ago." Pepper says casually, clicking away at the tablet. She wears a bit of a scowl, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here. 

"What?" Bruce's voice cuts through the tension that has built around me, closing me in. "What does she mean by that, Bubba?" 

Bruce's voice has a special way of eating away at me, it has been that way since we were children. This isn't the first time he has caught me in a lie, but this is definitely the first time it wasn't a lie I told my parents. I can feel my stomach twist and it's not from the lack of medication in my system.

"I lost my job, but it's no big deal. I've sent out some resumes, I'll find something soon." I tell him, trying to play down the situation. I am slick with sweat now, anxiety thrumming under my skin. 

"Sooner than you might think," Pepper speaks, "We want to offer you a contract to plan the rest of our events for the year. You come highly recommended it seems." She continues typing away, not bothering to look up at me. Tony stands beside her, a million dollar smile adorning his face.

I can't believe what I am hearing, a job offer has just fallen into my lap and I can't seem to make my brain work long enough to process it. Maybe it's the constant nausea, or maybe it's the situation, but my stomach rolls over. 

"I'll send the contract for you to read over and you let me know by the end of the week what you think of it, okay?" Pepper turns and pulls Tony with her out of the room. I stand dumbstruck in front of Bruce, unsure of what to say. I bring my hands to my stomach, attempting to ground myself in the moment. I take a few deep breathes, the last couple minutes playing on rerun in m head.  

When I finally look at Bruce, he is smiling brightly at me. 

"What is it?" I ask, rubbing my hands together to try and ease some of my anxiety. 

"I'm just looking forward to seeing you more often, that's all." He sits back down on the couch, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table. Confident bastard. 

"You think I am taking this job?" I ask him, eyes wide. 

"I think you will when you find out all of the amenities that come with it." He says like its a matter of fact. I scoff. "You get full medical coverage, including prescriptions. Vacation time, sick time, all of the good stuff." 

I think about the information carefully, but there is doubt in my mind about taking the job- working for the Tony Stark means putting myself out there in a way I never have before. But then again, it's only until the end of the year, and I can tough out eight months if it means not having to worry about medical care. Being close to Bruce is also a plus. I've missed having him around.

"I'll think about it."

---

"I can't believe they expect me to move into the freaking compound." I announce to Bruce, my phone held between my ear and shoulder as I read the contract on my laptop. It has been three days since Pepper offered me job. The contract sat in my email collecting dust until this morning. 

"It's a good gig, Bubba," Bruce begins. I can hear him munching on something over the phone. "Plus, it would get you out of that shitty apartment. I hate that you live there, and truth be told, I don't think you like it." 

"Oh shut up, it's not so bad." I look around at my messy studio apartment, grimacing. 

"It's not so bad if you like being able to get stuff out of your refrigerator from your bed." 

"It makes for easy midnight snacking" I counter back, closing my laptop with a metallic click. I shift around on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. "If I take this, and that's a big if, are we able to keep my medical shit under the rug? I'd prefer to not advertise it." 

"You bet, it's not anyone's business anyway." He soothes me. "I've got to get back to it, but seriously Bubba, just take the job and quit doubting yourself. I love you, kid." 

"I love you too, stupid." I hang up the phone. 

I look over my studio again, thinking about how nice it would be to live somewhere bigger than a shoebox. I open my laptop again, eyes dragging over the contract as I scroll. I click reply at the bottom. 

"Dear Miss Pots, I would officially like to accept your job offer..."

---

Bruce took Friday off to come and help me pack all of my belongings. It didn't take longer than half a day to pack, not that much had fit into my studio in the first place. It is Saturday now, the sun high up in the sky beating down on us as we unload the truck in front of the compound. 

I look down from the truck to see Bruce standing there, hands on his hips as he looks up at me, smile wide. 

"What is it, Bruiser?" I question him, cocking my eyebrow.

"I just can't believe we will be living in the same place again, we are going to be kids all over again," He is awed at the thought, "Hell, your quarters even share a wall with mine!"

"Somehow I believe it won't be just like it was growing up, unless I find you sneaking out of the window again to go make out with Sherry Fisher." I tease him, pulling another box from the small pile in the back of the truck. 

"Dude, you were eleven, how do you even remember her?" He takes the box from me with a chuckle. 

"I remember because I had to cover for your ass when your Mom called mine so see where you had been that morning! Do you seriously not remember any of this?" I question him. I begin to pull the last of the boxes towards the opening of the truck bed. 

"No I don't, keep going, what did you tell her?" He asks, pulling down two small boxes. 

"I told them that you had gone fishing on the other side of the lake, then I ran outside and hid your pole and tackle box down by the old tire swing!" I pull the last box off the truck bed, walking it over to the pile we've made by the side door of the compound. "Then, when you finally came home covered in Sherry's cherry lip gloss, I pushed you into the lake!" 

"Now that part I remember!" He exclaims, pointing at me with one hand. A playful smirk decorates his lips and I can't help but laugh at the memory of him falling into the murky water. "You ruined my favorite shoes when you threw me in there!" 

"But you still thanked me. Heaven hath no fury like Mrs. Banner." I laugh. Bruce shakes his head in agreement.

"You saved me from my mother's wrath and I will always be thankful for that." He picks up a couple of the boxes, placing them in a stack on the movers bed before tilting it back and pulling it through the door. I sling my duffle bag and backpack over my body before pulling a suitcase behind me as I follow Bruce into the compound. 

It didn't take long before all of the boxes were piled in my living room. Bruce had left to get us lunch, leaving me behind to begin the unpacking process. I have a large living room, a kitchenette, a huge bedroom, and one and a half bathrooms all to myself. I know I don't have enough stuff to fill all of the space, and I am thankful that it came mostly furnished. I left the old furniture at the studio, wanting to make a completely fresh start. 

I pull open one of the boxes, pulling out kitchen plates and mugs from the inside, but I don't get very far before there is a knock at the door. I swing it open carefully, making sure there aren't any boxes in the way. Tony stands on the other side clad in an Iron Maiden tee-shirt and a well fitting pair of dark wash jeans. He smiles that million dollar grin at me before stepping into my new quarters. 

"It's good to see you're settling in." He begins, gazing around at all of the boxes. "I have a file for you, its the outline for the gala we are throwing next month. I need you to start planning it right away." He explains, holding out a folder for me. "Pepper usually drops this kind of stuff off but she is... off site at the moment." 

"Ah, thank you, I'll get started right away." I tell him, hugging the folder to my chest. Without a warning, my watch on my wrist starts ringing, a shrill noise filling the room causing both Tony and I to jump. "Oh god, I'm sorry, this stupid thing keeps doing this." I hit the buttons, getting the alarm to stop. I ignore the "High Heartrate" alert that flashes across the screen before turning my attention back to Tony.

"Is everything alright?" He narrows his eyes at me, searching my face for any since of duress. 

"I'm all good, I promise. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some of this unpacking done and then I'll get started on this baby right here." I pat the folder. He doesn't say anything, just offers me a nod in return before heading out the door the way he came. I close the door behind him before heading to the couch, carefully laying myself on the floor and propping my legs up on the soft cushions. This should get my heart rate down, I hope, but only time will tell.

The next month goes by steadily, most of the team off on missions. The only people I really interact with are Bruce, Tony and Pepper. I did manage to meet Natasha once as she was passing though on her way to her next mission post. I spend most of the time planning out the charity gala that Tony is throwing. 

Roughly two hundred people are expected here tonight for a black tie party. The ballroom of the compound is decorated in deep navy and lavender, the same way that Tony was when I first met him. Something about the colors seemed to stick in my mind. Though they may be moody for late May, I opted for them anyway. 

Each table was set with rose gold flatware and bone China.  Eucalyptus and baby's breathe center pieces sit on each table. The place cards were all hand written and embossed with matching rose gold foil. String lights ran from the center point of the room out towards all of the walls creating a chandelier like effect. The small orchestra was set up in the corner, near the dance floor and across from the bar. Overall everything was absolutely breathtaking. 

"Hey, Bubba, this looks amazing," Bruce catches my attention as he walks into the ballroom. He spins around taking in all of the decorations, eyeing each detail before he focuses his attention back to me. 

"Thanks Bruiser, I think so too. I have really gotta impress you guys. I am meeting the team for the first time tonight and probably like a hundred other people and I'd like to think of this room as my very first impression. I just hope it goes well, and that Tony will like it." I ramble as I adjust one of the place cards on the table. 

"Everything looks fantastic and they are going to love you." Bruce pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back with his hand to ease the tension in my body. "Please tell me you have something to wear tonight." 

"Excuse me, this is literally my job. Did you really think I was going to show up in these ripped jeans and this flannel?" I jab, pinching at his sides. He pulls away, bending awkwardly to avoid my fingers. "Now, I have to go meet with the caterers so I will see you tonight." I wave him off before turning to head to the kitchen. 

It wasn't long before I got to get cleaned up and ready for the party. After a quick shower I stand in front of my closet mulling over my options. I could wear anything black tie, really. It's not like anyone is going to be focused on me at this thing. I shift the clothes around, pulling out a garment bag containing gray tuxedo. This will do. 

I pull the garment out of the bag carefully before dressing myself. The deep gray of the suit complementing the purple silk dress shirt I styled with it. I put in some earrings before tying my long gray tie. I leave my hair down and curly, letting it frame my face. The last step is a pair of dress shoes. I hate wearing heels to these things and absolutely avoid them whenever possible. 

By the time I head down stairs, Bruce is already standing in the ballroom talking to a couple of people. The party kicks off in about fifteen minutes and no part of me is surprised that he is early. My watch screams again, the 'High Heartrate' alarm sounding though out the room. I click the buttons quickly as I make my way deeper into the room. 

He lights up when he sees me, excusing himself from the group he was talking to before walking over to meet me. He pulls me into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 

"You look fantastic, Bubba," He smiles, "How are you feeling?" 

"Nervous, this kind of feels like a make or break moment, you know?" I tell him, letting my eyes gaze over the table settings. He keeps an arm wrapped around my body protectively as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 

"That's not exactly what I meant," His voice is stern, a ribbon of worry peaking through. His face is buried in my hair.

"Oh Bruiser, I am fine, don't worry. I took all my medication this morning, and I have the next two doses right here." I pat my chest signaling to the contents of my chest pocket. He smiles at me one of those bright smiles that lights up your whole chest with warm and I savor the feeling as it spreads throughout my chest. He gives me an encouraging pat on the back.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Tony loves the whole ambiance of the party, and Pepper hangs off his arm in the most lovely way. It warms my heart to see them together in such a way, but it leaves a dark green part of my soul crying with envy. The whole night I have managed to meet all of Bruce's team- his friends. They welcome me with open arms, especially Natasha. I can't help but feel a bit bad about that fact, tearing her attention away from Bruce when I know he is the one biding for it. 

As the night begins to slow, the open windows bring cool night air into the party. I am sat at the bar, one drink in my hand, the same one that I have been nursing for the past three hours. I'm not supposed to drink, not on these meds, but it's definitely time to celebrate.

"How long have you been sitting here all alone?" I catch a glimpse of Natasha in the mirror behind the bar. She wears a light smirk covered in dark red lipstick. The dress she's in hugs her figure nicely, stretching with her movements. There is no bling or sparkle to the piece, the dark blush color speaking volumes all by itself. 

"Oh, not too long," I tell her as she slides up into the seat next to me. I run a finger over the rim of my glass, over and over again. She carries a martini in her hand, the lime green color makes me a bit nauseous, but I try not to let the feeling show. 

"So," She begins, placing her neatly folded hands on her knee, "How long have you and Bruce been seeing each other?" My eyes go wide at her question, my hands coming to a stop. 

"I beg your pardon?" I take a long sip of my drink, the immediate need to wet my throat almost overwhelming. I can feel my heartbeat quicken in my chest, bruising the inside of my ribcage with each insistent thump. 

"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed. You can tell me! Bruce is practically my best friend. I can respect the fact that he wants to keep your relationship a secret. After all, in this line of work, it's easier to appear alone. You're less of a target that way," She brings her drink up to her lips, sipping slowly at the toxic colored liquid. She eyes me carefully, I can almost feel each and every pass of her eyes over the expanses of my skin. 

I am sure my whole body is drenched in sweat now, being on the opposite side of a deadly women with looks that could kill really does that to a person, but I do my best to compose what little of myself I can before offering her a smile. 

"I'm not sure what Bruiser has told you, but we are just long time friends. He's also technically my doctor. And also my roommate? Is that what we'd all be called, since we live here together?" I shake my head, trying to shake my thoughts back into place, "Bruiser and I are a lot of things, but together isn't one of them," I tell her. 

"That's really a shame," She mutter a bit, but there is something behind her voice that I can't quite read, "I see how you two look at each other, and he talks about you like you hung every star in the galaxy. The way his eyes sparkle when your name is even mentioned," She laughs a bit to herself, "I just thought there was something there," 

"The something is probably all of the residual anger from all those times I had to push him into the lake as kids," I laugh a bit, but Nat just looks at me inquisitively. 

Before I can say anything else, my heart monitor on my watch begins to ring, loud and obnoxious. I push the sleeve of my tux up, fumbling with it for a moment before accessing the buttons to turn it off. Natasha's eyes dart down to it quickly, before she excuses herself and disappears back into the crowd.

Before I can even begin to process the conversation I just had with Natasha, I can hear Bruce's voice excusing himself through the crowd with a chorus of "Oops" and "I'm Sorry". I catch him in the mirror, concern written all over his face. The look he sends me makes my heart beat faster, setting off the monitor again. I am quicker to shut it off this time, but Bruce grabs my wrist and pulls me off of my seat. 

"Come on, I'm calling it." He tells me, an air of concern in his voice. I can tell he is trying to stuff it down, to bury it under some sort of tone that booms with authority. He laces his fingers with mine and the heat that pours off his palm is stifling. He drags me through the crowd and into the elevator. After he asks for the floor with the nearest lab and the elevator begins its decent he turns to me, eyes full to the brim with worry. 

"How much have you had to drink?" He questions me, fingers still laced with mine. It's like he's holding me there, like if he takes his hand away I might disappear into thin air. 

"Technically less than one. You didn't let me finish my vodka lemonade," I tell him, crossing one arm over my chest in faux offense. 

"Don't do that, Bubba," He scolds, rolling his eyes at me. I want to fight him, to tease him, to push his buttons just like I have done most of our lives but something stops me. Maybe its the look in his eyes, or the way that his face is written with concern, his brain working a thousand miles a minute at some new unknown problem. Maybe it is the conversation Natasha and I had, hanging every star in the night sky and all that. Whatever it is, I keep my mouth shut, eyes boring into Bruce's profile as he guides me out of the elevator. 

The next few minutes blur by as I undress from the waist up down to my bar. Bruce is insistent on running an EKG, even though we did one a couple of months ago. I can feel how my skin blushes under his eyes, no doubt turning into a raspberry kissed sort of red. It doesn't help when his fingertips skim over my body, his gentle touches leaving a fire of energy in their wake. 

I can tell he is flustered with the way he gingerly moves the band of my bra, avoiding all eye contact with me while he presses the lead to my skin. I want to tell him how unnecessary this all is, but the words are caught somewhere between my head and my tongue. I can't help but dwell on each press of his fingertips, the gentle way he touches me and how my heart seems to flutter. 

Bruce begins to run the test, asking me to sit still and be quiet. I let my mind drift back to Natasha's words, and I can feel my heart spike the machine. Bruce runs a hand through his hair as he watches the results, squinting at the spike that has been recorded. 

"I need to talk to you about something," I inform him, sitting up. 

"After the test, lay back down," He places a hand on my shoulder, his fingers spread out enveloping as much flesh as he can reach. He still doesn't quite meet my eyes. 

"No Bruiser, now," I tell him, a hand folding around the thickness of his wrist. I begin pulling off a couple of the leads with my other hand, causing Bruce to mumble something under his breath. "I need to ask you something, and it's kind of important," I chance a look at his face and it is scribbled with an expression that I have come to try to avoid; curious worry. 

"What is it, Bubba?" He asks, pulling a stool over to sit in. He is looking up at me now, his hands folded in his lap. I hesitate for a moment, trying to collect my words. He takes my hands in his, holding them on my lap. The combination of his touch and his Earth ladened eyes put me at an even greater loss for words, so I spit out the first thing that comes to mind. 

"Natasha said something to me tonight, and I need to know if it's true," I squeeze my eyes shut, almost too hard. I don't dare witness the look on his face as I continue. He hums for me to continue, squeezing my hands reassuringly. "She asked me tonight if we were a couple, and I told her no, because we aren't, and then she said that you speak of me in a way that lead her to believe otherwise and I guess I've just gotta know if that's accurate," The words spill out of me so fast I don't even have time to choose them, so they are born into the world from my tongue in a mess of syllables and rushed breaths. 

When I finally crack an eye open, Bruce is staring up at me with a half cocked smile, a light chuckle falling from his lips. I shoot him a look, one of those 'are you serious' ones where my nose is scrunched up, head tilted to the side. 

"So, they got to you too, huh?" He asks with a laugh. He lets go of one of my hands, bringing his up to rub at his brow. He takes both of my hands in his other, like he is once again afraid to let me go. "Tony cornered me and started asking me if you and I were seeing each other. I figured it was because he planned on hitting on you or something, because you know how he is. But what he said is starting to make some sense," 

"What the hell did he say to you?" I shake his arm a bit, the action causing a smile to bloom over his lips. 

"After I told him that you and I were not, you know, an item, he laughed and said, "This is the first time I've lost a bet. Guess I'll have to call off the demolition crew,"" Bruce punctuates his sentence with air quotes and I can't help but laugh. The atmosphere shifts when we catch each others gaze mid laugh.  Everything going from light and playful to soaked in a new sense of intimacy. I cough a bit to cover it up. "I guess that's the narrative," He lets out a last little chuckle. 

"Bruiser," I start, shying away from his eyes again, "Are you sure there isn't anything else here that I'm missing?" He locks eyes with mine before looking anywhere else but I swear I can feel the heat crawling off his hand and up my arms. 

"You know, Bubba, this isn't exactly how I imagined this conversation going," He shrugs a bit, hand scratching at the light stubble on his cheeks. 

"This conversation?" I question him, leaning a bit closer. He slides up between my knees, eyes still locked on his shoes. 

Bruce brings his eyes up to meet mine and there is something in them I have never seen before. A youthful innocence that is just burning bright in his irises. 

"You know, Bubba, it's you, it's always been you," He begins, eyes boring into mine, "Since you were nineteen it's been you. You're it for me," His words are dripping with candor and honey. "That's why every single woman I date always ends up being a sort of something. The only sure thing in my world is you." He drops his eyes and in that split second I can't help but snag a glance down at his lips. 

My world was cracking open around me. Bruiser, Bruce, the man that I have know for all the years that it counts to actually know somebody is spilling his heart out to me and I can't help but feel like he is stealing the words right out of my mouth- my heart. 

I pull my hands from his before leaning forward and grabbing onto the thick material of his lapels and pulling his body closer to mine. I stop pulling, our lips millimeters apart, giving him one final moment to back out and into the life we have been living up until we entered this room- but he doesn't. He stands, cupping my face in his hands before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. 

He tastes like sour whiskey and cherries, a deadly mixture that causes me to pull him endlessly closer. Our bodies pressed together, he makes a move to pull me up from the exam table, his hands wrapping themselves in the tendrils of my hair. I could kiss him for hours and I don't know how we have ever stood in a room together before and not been kissing like this. Years of time wasted all because there wasn't a billionaire scientist and a deadly assassin to mettle into our personal lives sooner. 

I push him back a bit, a small whimper leaving his lips as we part. I can't help the big, cheesy smile that breaks over my lips before I speak, "As my doctor, isn't this a sort of abuse of power, or something?" I ask him, flirtation laced in my voice. I run a hand over his tie then up to his cheek. 

He breaks out into a smile too, "It's a good thing my co-worker Helen Cho is a hell of a doctor," He shoots back at me before leaning in and snagging another blistering his from my lips. 

"But she's not a medical doctor," I mumble against his kisses, my smile to wide to kiss him back properly. 

"Oh shut up, Bubba," He whispers before pulls away. "Get dressed, we have a party to get back to, and I want to dance with you," 

"You know I would have danced with you, anyway, Bruiser," He watches me get dressed, a small dopey smile on his face. 

"It's not about the dance," he hums, "It's about the kiss that ends it."

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The Get Together

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3550 words

Outline: It was known to everyone working on the Avengers tower that Bruce had a crush on you but it takes one party and a severely drunk Bruce to finally confess his love to you.

Warnings: swearing, bad grammar, drug mention, alcohol consumption, use of condoms, nipple play, love bites, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal sex, finger sucking, slightly dom! bruce, creampie, finger fucking, cum eating, un beta-ed, if I missed anything pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon right here. Tons of fun to make and it's to date my longest fic! :D

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“He’s staring at you again,” Natasha comments while sipping her drink sitting on top of the counter. 

“He’s always looking at you.” You raise your eyebrow at her but then you turn your attention to Bruce from across the room and wink at him directly. Bruce quickly fumbles with the stack of papers in his hands of which half are falling onto the ground and you giggle returning to typing on your laptop. 

“I’m waiting for the moment he does more than staring.” You continue focusing on your work. 

“Well, that’s really up to you.” The red-haired comments. “You could have him in the palm of your hand if you wanted to.” 

“Don’t I, already?” You retort, glancing at her. 

“I just would prefer it if he made the first move. All these starings and giggling and awkward bumping into each other.” You sigh deeply shaking your head. “He is not going to last for long I know it.” 

“Well, Tony’s having a charity party next Saturday. Maybe…” Natasha says before jumping off the counter and moving across the floor. “Just…maybe…” 

It has been two months since you started working at the avengers' tower under the command of agents Maria Hill and Steve Rogers. Your job was to be a close secretary and first assistant to all matters on hand so you were close by to the Avengers all the time. 

Yet it hasn’t been that long since Bruce has been back in the USA and living in the tower. But the spark and the chemistry were there from the very start. You saw him as he messily gulped on his coffee in the mornings when you walked by and how he always seem to get blushy and frustrated around you. The truth is you loved that type, the awkward smart guy thingy and you couldn’t wait till the moment he asked you out. 

Until then…

The next several days passed relatively easily with no world threats happening and the occasional familiar friendly conversations between you and Bruce. He was smart and charming, in a completely old-fashioned way, sweet and well-spoken, and with the warmest laugh, you had ever heard. Each time you felt your heart vibrate along with it. 

There wasn’t anyone working in the tower left who didn’t know that Bruce had developed a romantic crush on you. It was obvious by the way he coughed every time you offered him tea in the afternoon. It was way too evident and the teasings and pushings from both Tony and Clint hadn’t seemed to bring anything to fruition yet. But tonight they shared a plan. They would make sure that Bruce gets drunk enough to ease himself and finally let loose. 

Once the party started assembling, their goal was to keep Bruce by the bar until they were sure enough he was loose enough. Natasha was in the plan, of course, she was to make sure you would show up. And you would. You had already purchased a new pink shiny dress worn along with matching medium-heeled booties. Parties in your opinion were always fun as long there was good food and good accommodations. Since starting the new job you had already attended 3 of those and each time was better than the last. 

Taking a long last look in the mirror before leaving your room at the tower, you click on your heels and take the elevator down. There you find Steve and Sam, talking to each other about what seems to be sports, and continue on your merry way to the main event. You looked beautiful, shining through each glass window and the image made you smile to yourself. A woman’s confidence in herself is one of the most important things. 

That’s when Bruce noticed as he was coming down the stairs, he saw you laugh at yourself and it flattered his heart and more than that. Stuck in a daydream looking at you walking across the room till you reached Natasha, he accidentally misses the last step of the stairs and almost loses his balance. Thankfully there is Clint to save him and encourage him to go to the bar with him. 

About an hour passes before he sees you again, this time Clint had made sure that at least three shots of tequila had gone through him followed by two long island cocktails. Clint was anything if not completely efficient in his plan. And his plan had only gotten started…

“Y/N!” You hear the frantic voice of Clint with his arm around Bruce’s shoulders holding him up. 

“Poor fella got too drunk…need help to get him to his room.” You jump to your feet from your position on the couch next to Maria. Momentarily you can hear Maria giggle and scoff at the same time. Frantic you wrap your arm around Bruce’s back and begin to walk him with Clint back to his room. When you reach the elevator Clint leaves you alone shrugging his shoulders and announcing his work is done. You roll your eyes as a mumbling Bruce seems to become chatty repeating your name. 

“Y/N…Is...this you?” Momentarily you begin to wonder if Clint momentarily drugged him.

“Yes, I got you, you drank too much and I’m moving you to your room, we are right outside.” Carrying Bruce wasn’t difficult, he held easily on to you and followed your steps, the only thing missing was his glasses which were in his pocket. Looks like Clint had thought of everything. You push the door handle open with your free hand and he quickly moves to fall on top of the bed taking you with him. 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” You apologize as your whole side lands on him but he only wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. For a moment you could feel a familiar kind of heat building up inside. You stare deeply inside his brown eyes, feeling his breath on you as he is observing closely. 

As if he is searching for the right words to say. 

“I like you.” He whispers in his deep clear voice. 

“I like you a lot.” He nods his head and shallows a dry lump in his throat. The alcohol smelled heavy on him yet it only made him more appealing. 

Heartwarmingly, you grin widely at him and let out a soft chuckle. “I know.” You nod your head slowly. “I have noticed.” His grip on you gets tighter as he begins to softly runs his fingers on your back. 

“I like you too.” You match his level of whispering in his voice, an overwhelming emotion taking over your mind. 

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He blurts out, exhaling through his nose, and you could swear his eyes grew darker. For once you feel frozen, you want him so bad to take control and do whatever he wants to you, the way he is looking at you, the way his body feels against yours, and the pure lust you can hear in his voice are driving you crazy. 

 "I really really like you…" Bruce continues to muse. As if he is lost in a trance as if his deepest fantasy has come to life. 

"I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to feel you" His nose brushes yours, and in a voice lowers than a grown he whispers once more. "I want you so bad…"

“Then have me.” You blurt out finally, and less than a second later his lips are crushing yours so needily and passionately that leaves your legs wobbly. His hands are holding your waist frim against his touch as he is devouring your lips like he has tasted the sweetest nectar. His lips feel velvety and soft and you are moving your hands to wrap around the back of his head pulling him closer to you. Any distance feels too much right now. 

Hands begin to roam touching and feeling anything they can grope on and Bruce never leaves your lips for more than a second. He climbs on top of you, ready to take control, rolling you and pinning you against the mattress. He begins to leave wet needy kisses on your neck and your collarbones, and your hands get lost inside his fluffy curly hair while he is sucking and biting on your naked skin, drunk and in lust. 

“Fuck!” You moan out as he begins to explore your breasts, his hands going to push your dress down setting them free for him to use. He is leaving kisses anywhere he can find, the way you grip his hair is driving him feral and he needs to feel you, feel every part of you right now. His hands move to fumble with your dress and you help him get it off you, leaving in you just a small pair of lacy underwear. The pure image of this could get him wild. He is shaking his head slowly looking at your body frame and you can see a little bit of drool forming at the curls of his lips. 

Then like a predator right above to devour his prey he dives inside your chest once more and that’s when he starts to absolute feast on your breasts. Using the palms of his hands to squeeze them and touch them darting his tongue out to feel your nipples with the flat of his tongue and always looking up at you. The pleasure is getting too much for you, you are getting wetter and wetter and you feel yourself squirm underneath him. 

It drove you insane how he was still so dressed and you were as good as naked, and you begin to tug at his waistband trying to find the buttons of his shirt. But with just one loud pop he lets off your breast and quickly rips off your shirt throwing it on the floor before going right back at what he was doing before. That was enough to drive you wild and you begin to moan loudly, wrapping your legs against his back. 

“Look who’s all needy now…” He chuckles after leaving a soft suckle on the side of your breast. 

“You wanna feel me, sweetheart?” You nod frantically drawing your eyebrows together. You needed him to have his way with you desperately. Fuck you, stretch you open, anything at all. You were all his. Bruce only chuckles as he positions himself to unbuckle his pants and push them down. Your eyes fixated on his boxers and you wondered just how big he was. 

“Already greedy?” He cocks his eyebrow so authoritative that it makes you squirm and whine, squirming your body underneath him. He chuckles as he takes your hand and places it on top of his clothed crotch, moving your hand slowly up and down his length. He feels big and girthy under your touch and you can’t wait to have him. 

“Please! Please, Bruce.” You plead at him and Bruce only coos at you before moving your hand to push his boxers down and free himself. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of and you licked your lips together looking at him. Bruce uses his hand to stroke himself a couple of times and you can only shake your head looking at him mesmerized. 

“Are you sure?” He asks once more for your consent and you frantically nod your head. “I’m gonna need your words, baby.” 

“Yes.” You breathe out. “Please give it to me.” 

Bruce is biting his bottom lip as he hovers above you to reach for the bedside table and fumble with the drawers till he pulled out a pack of condoms. So he was prepared. You stare at him taking on his muscular masculine form and the way his bicep was shining in the night light. He rips the packet open and goes to put on the condom with a grunt. His own erection seemed to be getting too much for him. You both knew that the first time wouldn’t last long anyway but thankfully he had a large pack right there. 

He positions himself back above you spreading your legs and he carefully pushes your soaked panties to the side taking in the sight of your pussy. 

“Prettiest I have even seen.” He praises you watching as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing for him. 

“Gotta treat her well, she has been so patient..” He chuckles before placing his dexter finger above your pussy lips stroking it gently up and down, causing you to moan out his name. The next moment Bruce is offering you his finger. 

“Taste how good you are.” He commands and you obediently do so locking his finger between your lips. Bruce realizes immediately as he watches you suck on his finger greedily. With a curse he lines himself to your entrance with his free hand and then pushes the tip of his cock inside you slowly, making your mouth fall open, and setting his finger free. He gives you time to adjust as the warmth of your pussy engulfs him and he stays like this until you begin to beg him to continue. 

“So eager…” he scoffs and pushes his thumb back inside your mouth. You obediently look at him with doe eyes while you try to move your hips against his. Slowly he begins to slip more inside you, pushing what feels inch by inch until he is fully inside you and then he softly begins to move his hips a little bit faster than before. 

The sheer sensation of the way his cock is stretching your pussy leaves you a moaning mess and Bruce seems to really know how to work his hips. He begins to thrust deep inside you, moving his cock inside while his hands are wrapped around your face staring right into your eyes, his fingers inside your mouth while saliva is falling off the sides of your face, each of his thrusts moving you both along with him. 

It feels amazing, better than you could ever have imagined. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for this man, there is no position you didn’t want him to take you in. 

“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns you shaking his head slightly. You knew that you didn’t mind that, you knew more will be coming, so you just nod your head as best as your can, unable to speak. And then is as if all hell breaks loose and Bruce begins to move his hips wildly against your frame drilling your body into the mattress feeling himself spill inside his condom. Feeling that warmth triggers your own orgasm and it hits you in waves of pleasure, groaning and arching your back until you were trying hard to escape from his tight grip but Bruce only held you tighter. 

“You are not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “I got more plans for you.” His voice causes shivers down your spine and you only sit obediently relaxing your well-pleasured body just for him. 

“You’ve been so patient, I just wanna treat you well…” He muses, and you note how relaxed the alcohol was made him. Who would have thought? Bruce slips out of you making you whine at the sudden loss. You watch him carefully as he discards the condom and not wasting one moment picks a new one. Your pussy is clenching while watching him place it on his cock. 

Then he is coming back to you and resumes his position entering you once again. “Be good for me, alright?” he coos while he slowly moves his hips, his lips beginning to explore your neck once again. Yes, you would be good for him, you wanted him, you have been craving him, fantasizing about him. For a moment you get lost in your thoughts wondering if Bruce wanked in this bed thinking about your pussy.

The daydream is broken by his hand holding up your chin as he begins to thrust in you deeply. “You’re so tight.” He scrunches up his face. “Been waiting to get fucked properly, huh?” He chuckles setting another fast brutal round of constant thrusts. The room is filled with the sound of skin on wet skin, thankfully the rooms are soundproof and no one would come looking for either of you.

It feels good, it feels right to have him there, inside you holding you up, looking at your face the way he is looking at you right now. You feel yourself getting weaker for him, your pussy clenching his cock. Then you watch him as he grins widely, eyelids heavy letting go of your chin and tracing his finger down your stern to your pussy, pushing it inside, he easily finds your clit and begins to rub it with his thumb. 

“I wanna see you.” He nods his head. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” His softness and the way he is talking to you have you falling into a magical trance. You need to do exactly as he is, wouldn’t want anything else. You let go, feeling the coil inside you tighten and then you feel like you can explode. Your orgasm comes hard and strong vibrating your whole body, shaking your body underneath him. You try to push him out but Bruce stays firm, watching your juices fall.

And all he does is look at you, admiring you. Like you were his favorite masterpiece. 

“Thank you.” He smiles at you and you shake your head. “You..” you begin to whisper but is still hard for you to breathe and speak. 

Bruce doesn’t talk, instead, he only slips out from you, positioning himself on the bed. He once again discards the condom, throwing it on the floor, and spits on his hand, spreading it on his length and stroking himself a couple of times. You place your hands under your breasts and hold them up for him darting out your tongue for him and wiggling your body. 

Bruce curses then, the first time you’d ever hear him do so, and then thick white cum is spreading on your breasts forming a line up to your chin. He grunts watching his cock getting softer. With the tip of your tongue and your fingers, you are gathering his cum and letting yourself have a taste moaning. Bruce falls on the bed next to you and he grabs your chin kissing you with extreme passion. You know he can taste himself like this, you love the fact that he doesn’t seem to care. 

Exhausted you wrap your body close to his and shut your eyes. You had been fed and loved and cherished, you were ready to rest. 

Several hours pass and the morning finds you both wrapped in one another, naked and with no blankets in sight. You feel cold but Bruce seems to run hot, you roll your body closer to him, feeling more and more alert. 

“Good morning.” You whisper as you watch him blink slowly, facing the front of him, your legs and body wrapped around his torso. You watch him as his eyes widen, panic kicking in. He has no recollection of what had happened. 

“Y/N?” He draws his eyebrows together looking at you confused, and then he glances down looking at your naked wrapped bodies and begins to move fast, trying to find some kind of clothes with his hands but all he can pick is your dress from last night. 

“What happened? Did I?” You nod your head and place your hands on his face trying to calm him down. 

“We did.” You whisper slowly. “We made love, confessed our love.” Bruce’s eyes widen again and his mouth hangs open, relief written on his face. 

“We did?”

You nod your head again and smile.  “And it was perfect.” 

“It was?”

“Hmm.” 

“Are you sure it wasn’t?”

“Bad? No, it was perfect, Bruce trust me, you are quite good at it.”

Bruce’s face blushes all the way up, glowing bright red. The thought of this man being embarrassed about his sex makes you laugh and you shook your head. “I can still feel you inside me. Actually.”

Bruce takes a moment to stare at you completely bewildered at your statement and then wraps his hands on your face pulling you in for a hasty kiss. He needed to make sure all of this was real and actually happening. He needed to make sure, no more daydreams. 

“I love you.” He blurts out. And his breath is short, still drunk on your love. 

“I love you too.” You confess and smile softly rubbing the thumbs of your hands on his beard.

“We should go out on a date.”

“Yes, we should.”

“Central Park, 1 pm?”

“I’m available.” You chuckle and let out a small laugh.

“What can we do till then?”

“I got an idea.”

“Really? I got several to match.”

You giggle once again and let him roll you on the bed, arms on each side of your face kissing you and kissing you again. 

Amazing what can happen when a whole group of people works together…

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[miss---lu]

Papa Banner

Summary: It’s your anniversary and Bruce makes you breakfast in bed, with the “help” of your three boys.

You and Bruce both worked at the Avengers Tower. You would work with Tony and him in the shops. You were like the computer person and medic for the team. Instead of being directly in the action you were more behind the scenes. Whether you were helping Steve remove a virus from his computer or patching up Clint after he fell from the vents, the team absolutely adored you. But none more than your husband.

You and Bruce had been married for a while now. Instead of having your own home somewhere in a suburb, Tony gave you and Bruce your own floor. Equipped with its own gourmet kitchen and comfy lounge you felt like you were in heaven. Not to mention your guys’ bedroom that had a view of the city. It was perfect. And a perfect place to raise a family.

. . .

You woke up to an empty bed. Bruce was no where to be found. Feeling his side of the bed, you only felt cold sheets. He probably went to go make some breakfast, you thought.

As if on que you heard some pans dropping followed by some light cursing. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your husband.

At that moment you heard a bunch of light footsteps approaching your room. Then your boys flung open the door. Two raced in and jumped on your bed.

Xavier, your five year old, laughed as he snuggled into your side. He looked just like a mini Bruce. He had Bruce’s curls and brown eyes.

Following his brothers lead, your three year old son, Noah, snuggled up into your other side. Just like his brother he looked just like his father. You smiled as you kissed both boys heads.

“Now where’s Papa?”

Noah laughed as you started to tickle him. God it made your heart melt to hear such a pure sound.

Xavier quickly started pointing towards the door. “Papa said he’s making breakfast because todays your anniversary. Me and Noah and August were helping but then Papa dropped one of the plates and said we should go keep you company.”

You gave Xavier a kiss on the nose as you heard the door open again. Bruce brought in a small trolley filled with plates. Each plate had a few pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate chips. Xavier and Noah’s eyes lit up when they saw the pancakes. They quickly scrambled off the bed to get their plates.

You heard Bruce chuckle as he made his way over to you. August was on his hip and he looked sleepy. You carefully took your baby boy and cradled him to your chest. Bruce looked at you with love as he saw you with his youngest boy.

He lifted up the covers and sat down next to you. Gently he put his arm around you and gave you a kiss.

You heard Xavier and Noah say eww, but it didn’t matter. You were with your husband and you were happy.

Bruce slowly cupped your face with his other hand and brought his lips to yours again. They were warm and tasted of vanilla. His lips were soft and his hand rests against your face gently.

Barely pulling away he whispered against your lips: “Happy anniversary Mama.”

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[winterbanner]

Bruce Banner SFW Alphabet <3

Hey there! This is for my fellow Bruce Banner lovelies.

Warnings: You Will Fall In Love <3

Tags: Lots of Fluff and Some Hurt/Comfort

A/N: Tbh this is a repost. I got sad because for some reason it wasn't showing up under the tags :/ Anyway I hope you enjoy and I plan to do Bucky's next :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bruce definitely isn’t down with super intimate PDA. The thought of drawing attention to himself in public makes him nervous, so when around others he prefers to keep things simple. He’ll almost always be holding your hand, especially when in large crowds. In private, however, Bruce is never one to shy away from affection.

I would definitely say that his love language is acts of service. He is constantly doing little things for you throughout the day, such as making you coffee when you seem tired, or running your towel through the dryer for when you get out of the shower. He also is never opposed to a good cuddle sesh. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

What Bruce looks for most in a friend in normalcy and understanding. There’s nothing that makes him feel more insecure than when those around him act as if they are walking on eggshells. He hates the thought of making others feel afraid, and when with those he is closest to he would prefer to be able to forget about the Hulk, even if just for a moment. 

The friendship would probably begin with some sort of common interest/ activity. Maybe you are a fellow avenger or simply just a lab assistant working in the tower. Bruce isn’t one to go out of his way to socialize, so you’d probably approach him first. Honestly, all this man wants is some respect, and to see someone who treats him as if he isn’t some sort of ticking time bomb. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Before meeting you, Bruce was never one to go out of his way to receive or give any sort of physical touch. It was something he had deprived himself of ever since the initial accident, and the thought of somehow hurting someone he loved made him genuinely sick to his stomach. 

When you began to initiate it, however, it was as if some sort of switch flipped. Bruce realized how starved he was for your touch, and now its as of he craves it. He genuinely melts whenever you run your fingers through his hair, or snuggle into his side after a long day. There is nothing else that makes him feel more loved, and more human. So, yes my boy Bruce loves a good cuddle session. (whether that be a as the big or little spoon) 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bruce is the male-wife of our dreams. Genuinely this man wants nothing more than to make a home with you; a safe place where he can spend the rest of his life. Even in the tower he takes on a more “homemaking” role. He is an excellent cook and baker, who is constantly trying out new recipes on date nights. 

Kids, on the other hand, are a more sensitive subject. He wants to be a father; he wants to be able to have a family with you. When I say this man wants it, I mean he yearns for it. After his experiences as a child, however, he can’t help but be apprehensive. He is absolutely terrified of being a terrible father, but he knows deep down that he would never ever be able to hurt hs family the way his own father had. 

In addition to that, he also infertile due to the radiation. He oftentimes gets pretty insecure about it; wishing he could provide you with a biological child. You reassure him, however, that you don’t want kids unless you are raising them with him, and that there are plenty of other options you can use to become parents <3 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would leave for your safety. It would be abrupt, as to not elongate your suffering. He would tell you face to face with tears in his eyes, before picking up his things and leaving without a trace. 

Bruce wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he truly thought he was putting you in harms way. So, you would probably never see him again, mostly out of his own fear that he wouldn’t be able to stay away if he did. He’d spend the rest of his life wishing he could’ve had you, and that he could’ve kept you safe. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As I previously mentioned, Bruce loves the idea of having a somewhat “traditional” and loving family. He would 1000% want to make you his wife, but with his own insecurities surrounding the Hulk he would definitely wait a while. He isn’t the kind of guy to rush into things, but if he were completely honest, he would say that he wanted to marry you much sooner. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When I say that Bruce is gentle, I mean gentle. I think this man would go into a state of pure guilt if he ever caused you some sort of physical or emotional harm. His words are always sweet and honest, and he absolutely never raises his voice. (A practice you repeat to him in return.) He is the kind of guy, to softly say your name when he walks into the room as to not scare you. 

His touches are always very light and tender. He will oftentimes ask if he is squeezing you too tight, or if you’re uncomfortable. He loves holding you, and he loves being held in return. Everything he says and does is done with gentleness, especially when it comes to moments when he is comforting you. When you feel down or if you get hurt on a mission, I swear this man goes into caregiver mode asap. I’m talking constant check ins, bringing you snacks, extended cuddle sessions and so much more.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Although Bruce isn’t one for PDA, he is known to give you a quick peck on the cheek while out running errands or with friends. When alone, however, he is much more generous. In more simple (and less heated) moments he is prone to forehead and/or temple kisses. During make-out seshes, on the other hand… Let’s just say this man knows how to use his tongue. He holds your body close to his own, his calloused hands gripping your waist, or cupping your cheek. There’s never really any biting or teeth involved. Like I said earlier, everything Bruce does has a certain level of gentleness to it. 

As for his preferences, I think Bruce would be one for cheek kisses. He likes the simplicity and the intimacy of them. There’s nothing that makes him feel more loved, than when you waltz into the lab to tell him something and give him a quick peck on the cheek; leaving his cheeks bright red in your wake. (Tony teases him mercilessly about it lmfao)

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Bruce is an absolute angel around kids. He loves talking with them; sitting in amazement as he takes in all of the ways in which they experience the world. He loves to teach them things, to admire their innocence. 

When Morgan was born Bruce took to the role of “uncle” immediately. Spoiling her rotten, taking her museums, indulging in tea parties. He wanted to give her everything he never got as a kid. Besides, it’s good practice for the future ;)

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

My man Bruce is most definitely a night owl, so let’s just say mornings aren’t exactly his forte. So, most of the time he uses every ounce of energy he has to attempt to keep you in bed as long as possible. Every time you try to get up, he will just make his grip tighter, until eventually you just give in and spend the rest of the morning cuddled under bedsheets. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Bruce is not exactly skilled when it comes to keeping track of time in the lab. So, most nights you find yourself having to remind him to come to bed, his eyes weary from hours staring at screens and calculations. Before you came around he didn't even have a sleep schedule, he just worked until he fell out from exhaustion. Now, however, he wants nothing more than to fall asleep beside you, so his schedule has vastly changed. 

He likes to be touching you in some form when sleeping. His favorite position is when your arms are wrapped around his waist with your head buried in his chest. Having you there keeps him grounded. So, when the inevitable night terrors do come, he wakes up knowing everything’s okay. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

I feel like Bruce is definitely a more private person. He already feels a bit inferior to his coworkers/friends and in his mind piling on a sob story would just make things worse. So, instead, he just bottles it all up inside until eventually he can’t hold it in anymore. He has been through a lot in his life, so much that you didn’t even know about until you found him sitting in his lab with tears streaming down his face. It was then that he opened up, after he grew to feel so incredibly overwhelmed. You sat upon his desk, with him standing between your legs wrapped in your arms. 

Over time he’s learn to come to you more often. When he’s had a rough day and finds himself in bed with his head resting on your chest. He’s learned to share his emotions with you, and it takes a huge weight off of his shoulders. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Due to Bruce’s intense level of emotional control he is extremely patient. His voice will never raise, and he certainly would never do anything to hurt you emotionally or physically.  He grew up in a household where his father was constantly in a state of rage and his mother took the brunt of it all. So, when it comes to his own relationship you will often find that he is too passive, to the point where he won’t voice his own opinions just to avoid an argument. With time you both begin to value open communication. If there is an argument it is always calm, due to the fact that you know the other means well. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

Bruce is observant as hell. He is the type to constantly be taking mental notes of your routine, people you mention, things you like etc. When it comes to being a good listener Bruce reigns supreme, and combining that with his superior memory he remembers everything pretty well. 

If he ever catches you staring at something you like in the store, he oftentimes will go back to buy it for you. If you mention your favorite food, he will go out of his way to find the best recipe and make it for you. My boy just wants you to feel loved. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

The morning after you first said the L-word. It had been an ordinary night-in; nothing extraordinary, but you said it anyway. Bruce could tell you meant it, the sincerity of it all bringing tears to his eyes. 

While that moment may be another one of his favorites, the morning after still takes the cake. There was something about having you snuggled up next to him, the morning sun peaking through the window, illuminating your sleeping form. You loved him, just as much as he had loved you for months now. He felt secure knowing that this wouldn’t be the last morning he would have you by his side. This was a forever type of thing, and he promised himself he would never let you go. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Bruce is definitely protective. At first his main priority was keeping you safe from the Hulk; ensuring that you wouldn’t be victim to his destruction. Now, however, after a long period of self-reflection it became apparent that the Big Guy wasn’t a threat to you. In fact, he was obsessed with you. 

Now, whenever you’re in a risky situation or around people Bruce doesn’t trust, he uses the Hulk as a scare tactic. All he has to do is keep you close to his side, flash his adversaries a green-eyed stare and watch them stumble away in fear. This is part of the reason Bruce has grown to appreciate his other half. He knows he can protect you; he can keep you safe from anything and everything.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Words cannot describe how thankful Bruce is that you love him. It’s a decision he vows to never make you regret, and so let’s just say he treats you like a fucking princess. 

As I stated earlier, one of Bruce’s most prevalent love languages is acts of service. He is constantly doing little things for you, such as cooking you homemade meals after missions. In his lab, he keeps a little couch in the corner just for you, with snacks and books and soft blankets. This man just adores you okay?!

His gifts and dates are always super meaningful for big occasions, such as anniversaries or birthdays etc. Even on the most random days he will show up with some little thing you mentioned in blithe conversation, or he will set up a candle-lit dinner for the both of you to share. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking for sure. He puts a lot of pressure on himself to succeed in his work, whether that be in the lab or out on missions. He works himself until he can’t physically work anymore. He still manages to find time to do things for you in the midst of it all, but oftentimes that means he is putting in even more effort and energy than humanly possible. He exhausts himself, and there have been more than a few occasions where you come in to pick up the pieces. 

I think Bruce would also be a pretty insecure guy. I mean, he is constantly surrounded by billionaires, super-soldiers, and literal Nordic gods for fuck sake. He often feels a bit inferior, and adding Hulk to the equation certainly doesn’t make things any better. So, he will oftentimes make demeaning comments about himself, or shy away from public activities with is teammates. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Bruce likes to dress nice, but comfortable. While his hair may be a bit unruly at times, he likes to be clean-shaven and clean in general lol. It makes him feel more human, especially since his work requires him to be in less-than-flattering situations. He definitely isn’t vain, but he cares about his own basic upkeep. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. You’ve become Bruce’s refuge; a safe place away from everything life has thrown his way. When the accident first happened and Bruce was forced to go on the run, he has resigned himself to a life of pain and isolation. He never thought he would be able to reenter society again, let alone find love. He doesn’t want to go back into that dark place again. He loves being loved. More specifically, he loves being loved by you. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bruce is always the one to look after you after missions. Once arriving home you get a full-scale check-up in his lab, on your own personal exam table. While yes, there is in fact an entire medical wing you could go to; Bruce doesn’t trust it. He has to make sure you’re safe and healthy before he can finally breathe again. 

Also, Bruce gets really upset when you cry. He is super attentive when it comes to your emotions, and he will genuinely drop anything to be with you. When he sees you upset its like his little genius heart shatters. If you were ever seriously struggling emotionally or with your mental health in general, he would be the most supportive, patient and wonderful boyfriend in the entire fucking world. He knows what it's like to feel low, and he would do anything in his power to help you not feel that way. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Rudeness in general. If you gave off a cold or unkind nature Bruce would be completely turned off. Enemies to lovers is not an option for him. If he sees you being rude to service workers, or making genuinely mean-hearted comments about his friends, he wouldn’t ever consider a romantic relationship with you. He sees enough of that bullshit on a day-to-day basis for his liking; he needs someone soft and kind to make up for that. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hulk transformations take an immense toll on Bruce’s body. So, when he gets home from a mission, he feels as if he is on the brink of passing out from exhaustion. He can barely stay awake as he showers and gets the both of you checked over for injuries. Afterwards, he passes out on your bed, completely snuggled up, your arms wrapped around him tightly. He can stay like this for a full day if need be, sound asleep and safe with you beside him. After going through that all Bruce wants is to feel safe, small and human. And the best way to do that is to have you hold him close until he falls asleep.

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[saynotoshityouhate]

^^me charging in and seeing a whole bunch of reads and notes on my Professor Hulk fic “For Science”

Check out the five chapter series here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

You can find a few more Bruce Banner/Hulk/Professor Hulk pieces in my Masterlist!

Thanks for reading! xoxo, SNTSYH

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[babyjakes]

｡･*･ little miracle. [blurb.] ･*･ﾟ

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event masterlists | nyx's half, eun's half

summary | after years of tireless research, bruce is finally given the one thing he thought he'd never have.

featured from the banner family | bruce banner (dad), owen banner (newborn son), grace banner (mom)

warnings | none! just soft and sweet! but,, , this did make me want a baby :'-)

an | bruce is such a softie to me, so so soft so the thought of him with a teeny tiny little baby makes me just a little :''-) also! this is the ending i always wanted for him, he would make such a wonderful dad and i love imagining how unbelievably thankful he'd be to have a child with no hulk genes in sight &lt;3 this is also my first time writing bruce!! i hope i did okay!!

"Do you want to hold him?"

Though he had known throughout the whole pregnancy that it was a normal baby, one's genetics that were untouched by his own unique physicality, when it finally came to the moment of meeting for the first time, Bruce couldn't help the wave of anxious thoughts rushing over him as he prepared himself for whatever might come. He knew it was irrational to fear that he might be handed a raging green bundle of gamma-infused flesh, but it was a worry he had never overcome, right up until the very second that little Owen was placed in his arms.

But the moment his eyes fell on the precious infant, the moment his skin brushed against that of the squirmy child, the moment their eyes met and the little one settled down in an instant, immediately soothed by the sight of his father, Bruce knew. He just knew: everything had turned out alright.

"Oh my," he hummed, his gaze wandering over the child lovingly. Wrapped up in a warm blanket, Owen was a tiny creature; Bruce had never held such a delicate thing in his life. "Look at you, you've got your mama's eyes," he smiled at the baby, not failing to also notice the little tufts of dark hair scattered across his head that so perfectly resembled his own. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, running a trembling hand over the boy's head. "Hi Owen," the name was so soft, so sweet as it fell from his mouth. "Hi buddy, hey. Look at these little hands, oh my goodness." As he played with one of the child's tiny fingers, he didn't realize he was crying until his tears were dripping down from his chin to his shirt. "Look at you," he said again, overwhelmingly wrapped up in the sight of his first-born son, "look at you. We did it, huh? Here you are. Here you are," he sighed, almost in relief.

A gentle hand landed on Bruce's arm. He looked over at his wife, smiling as she had sat up a bit in her hospital bed. "You did it, honey. He's perfect, look at him," Bruce wept, his voice breaking as more tears built up in his eyes.

"He looks just like you," Grace whispered, brushing the infant's cheek softly, "he's got your dimples– look, he's already smiling."

"Just like me," Bruce hummed. And deep down he knew that at the same time, the little boy would be nothing like him. And that was all that mattered; they had done it, at last.

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[samdeancass]

The Man Inside The Monster

Requested on Quotev

Pairing: Bruce Banner x fem!reader

Genre:  Slight Angst, Fluff

Characters: Bruce, Y/N

A/N: This is a Beauty and the Beast themed imagine per the request.

Description: When Y/N stumbles upon a mysterious building in the middle of nowhere, she finds the Hulk living there. She manages to break through the Hulk’s exterior and meets the man inside the monster.

You had no idea how on earth you had ended up in the middle of a forest in the dead of night. But what you did know was that you were lost. Completely and utterly lost. You have seemed to have walked for miles but there was no clearing or building in sight. That was, though, until you stumbled across an abandoned building.

The curiosity was burning inside you. Your heart was saying that you had to go and see what was in there, but your head was telling you to leave it alone. Standing just outside the building, you wrestled with yourself until you let out a squeal and turned the knob on the door.

The building seemed to have been abandoned for a while. The wallpaper was peeling away from the walls, the picture frames were breaking apart and the floorboards were starting to come up. You gently closed the door and began to explore the many rooms of the building. 

You were standing outside the last door of the building and, strangely, you could hear low mumbles on the other side. Curiosity taking over your body, you opened the door and walked inside, gasping when you seen a very large body in the corner of the room. 

Taking slow steps you edged closer towards the body and uneasiness began to creep into your body. You stepped onto a creaky floorboard and the body moved so quickly, you didn’t have enough time to react when whatever it was grasped you in his hand and brought you up to its face.

“Hulk stay here. No other people. Get out.” You squinted your eyes and seen sadness in the dark orbs of the Hulk. You could sense that it was more that a monster, that there was a human inside. Even though your heart was beating rapidly against your chest, you managed to wriggle your arm out of his grasp and bring it up to his face.

“You don’t need to be scared of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” For a second, the Hulk leaned into the warmth of your touch and a small tear fell down his face. He looked into your eyes and smiled, slowly and gently putting you back down on the floor.

“Hulk friend?” You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m Hulk’s friend.” He sat down on the floor and you sat beside him. Sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, a thought had dawned on you. “How did you end up here, Hulk?” Once again, sadness overcame his features and he closed his eyes. “Hulk bad. Hulk killed people. Trying to save them.” 

You placed your small hands over his large one. “I’m sure it was an accident. You’re not bad, Hulk, not at all. If anything, you’re good for trying to save them people.” You leaned up as far as you could and placed a small kiss on his cheek. 

It seemed as though he had been lacking in human touch and intimacy as the Hulk’s body suddenly began to change. You stepped back and watched in awe as the Hulk transformed right before your eyes. Where the large body of the Hulk once was, there was now a small man with wild black hair and a pair of spectacles; completely naked. 

Shielding your eyes, you quickly took off your jacket and threw it over to the man who tied it around his waist to cover up. He looked at you and smiled when he covered up. “I never thought I would be able to be back here again. Feel my feet on the floor or see the details of the world again. And it’s all thanks to you.” 

In one moment, the man walked across the room in three strides and kissed you, his fingers tangling in your hair. The kiss took you by surprise and you pushed him away. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone and I guess the emotion of it all got to me.”

You shook your head and smiled before pulling him back in for a kiss, your fingers nipping at the hairs on the nape of his neck. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in even closer.

You both broke apart and went into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I never caught your name.” You giggled and held your hand out. “I’m Y/N L/N. I know your counterparts name but I want to know yours.” He took your hand and shook it. “I’m Bruce. Bruce Banner.”

“Well Bruce Banner, let’s get out of here and go and find somewhere else to stay for the night. You can tell me how on earth you ended up with something else living inside you, and I’ll tell you how I stumbled upon you in this forest.” 

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[mx-pastelwriting]

𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 & 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Dreaming of you

Pairing: Bruce Banner x gn!reader

Synopsis: Reader accompanies her friend to a press event at Avengers tower, where they meet Bruce. Who they share a very nice evening with.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consume

Word count: 2.9 k

„I’m telling you for the last time. I don´t do Parties. I don´t do People. I do books. Books are good, books can´t hurt you…” 

“First of all, you do People or else we wouldn´t be talking right now and secondly books are very able to hurt people. You alone have suffered many paper cuts and bruises from them.” 

“Only because you threw them at me.”, you pointed an accusing finger at your friend. 

Her nervous laughter filled the room, as her arms came up in a defensive manner. 

“Alright, alright. Still your coming with me tomorrow.” 

“You know I am. Just let me complain about it at least.” 

“Knock yourself out then. Now help me with the dress.” 

Pulling up the zipper in the back your friend turned in every direction to see how the cloth fitted her, ultimately turning her head to look at you questioningly. You had been in the store for what felt like hours now in search for some new clothes to wear for a press event at the newly named Avengers tower. Showing her a quick thumbs up you slumped back down in the provided seats by the changing rooms hoping to be done soon. It was bad enough she made you go the event as it was already, but this was really wearing you out. 

“I think we can go now.”, said your friend as she stepped outside the dressing room. 

Making a bee line to the register and then finally stepping into the cooling afternoon air. Almost reflexively you took a deep breath and stretched your arms out. 

“You wanna grab a coffee before we head home?” 

“Sure.”, you just hoped the day would end already. The feeling of having to attend this social gathering made your stomach turn. Hopefully this whole thing was just gonna go by well. 

With this thought in mind, you fell into a very restless sleep that night. 

What woke you up way into the next morning was the shrill sounds of the doorbell. 

Shuffling to the door in a hurry to on a dressing gown at least and a pounding heart from just being ripped out of a weird dream you opened to two cups of coffee. Attached to the paper cups you’re your way to awake friend, who shot you a wide smile. 

“Good morning!” 

“And what a morning it is.” 

Letting her in, you went back into the bedroom to make yourself look presentable, before joining her in the kitchen. 

You spent the afternoon talking and then got ready to leave in the early evening. 

Arriving at the tower, the so-called press event equaled more of a house party. There was music, people stood around talking in small groups and multiple people were tending the bar. Here and there you could see an Avenger sit or stand talking and associating themselves, though undoubtedly the life of the party was Tony Stark. You didn’t particularly like the man behind the suit of armor, but to say you dislike him was too much too. You just didn´t understand how someone could love being in the center of everyone’s attention to this extent. 

Your friend saw the headshake you gave at the sight of it all and immediately pulled you towards the bar to sit down no two free stools for the first of many drinks of the night. 

As time passed by, she left to do the job for which she was invited, effectively leaving you alone at the bar, basically hugging the fancy glass for comfort. Letting your gaze wander eventually, you made out another person sitting in a relatively quiet corner. Taking a better look at the figure you recognized Dr. Bruce Banner. He looked even more unwell than you felt in that room, but you had to admit the simple black suit he was wearing, made him look very good. As soon as the thought formed in your brain you could feel a hand on your shoulder, getting your attention away from the scientist. 

“You should go talk to him, you know.” 

“What? I don´t know what you mean.” 

“I saw you looking at the Doctor. Go talk to him. It would be sad if the only person you talked to all night would be the person you came with.” 

“I told you before I don´t do people. Also, what if he thinks I am stupid or something?” 

“To be fair compared to him we probably all are.”, your friend joked. “You should still go over and talk to him.” 

She gave you a rather strong nudge in the direction where Banner was sitting. Holding up your hands to signal you were doing what she wanted grabbing another drink on the way there. With every step your hands got sweatier and breath shakier. Why were you even this nervous anyway. He was just a normal person like anyone else…. Except for the fact that he was very smart and working with the Avengers. You scolded yourself shortly before sitting down in the sofa corner. 

Giving him a small smile and a courteous nod as a greeting you received one back, but still any and every word you wanted to say got stuck in your throat. 

“You seem to enjoy these… events as much as I do. Wich is about not all.”, mentally cursing yourself for starting off in such a stupid manner still offering a hopefully pleasant smile to the Avenger. 

“Oh, yeah. I guess I´m just not a typical people person.” 

“Hm, I feel that.”, you gave an affirmative hum. 

“I-I´m sorry have we met before.”, he now turned his body towards you completely. 

“Oh no. No, I´m just here because a good friend of mine wanted me to come.”, you pointed over at where you had seen her last. ”Normally I do prefer a good book over a crowd this big.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I kind of got the choice of attending taken away too. Kind of comes with the field of work.” 

“Oh, heh yeah definitely. You know I always wanted to learn something about what it is that your doing. The science stuff that is.”, that really seemed to get him out of his shell a bit as a twinkle appeared in his eyes. 

“Do you really want to know?” 

“Yes, I always thought it to be very interesting.” 

“What do you do for a living then?”, he seemed genuinely curious. 

“I ´only´ work as a dance teacher.” 

“Really? I never learnt that…”, as he trailed off the sentence a sudden burst of confidence overcame you. 

“Maybe we could go somewhere a little quieter and teach each other. No innuendo intended, of course.”, that was definitely the alcohol talking now. 

Still, while he took his time to answer you downed the rest of the glass of champagne. The warm feeling it set free throughout all your body was something unused to, but definitely not unwelcome. 

“Yeah sure.”, that was all you needed to put down the empty glass on the table and go for what looked like an exit of the area. 

Bruce in tow you grabbed another two glasses of the fancy beverage off a tray that came right out of the area they seemed to be poured in to find an empty room right on the first try. 

It was big and empty and with the light on seemed like an office. 

Immediately you made a bee line for the Arm chairs in the corner. Sitting down you relocated your seats so you were facing each other comfortably and as you did so the dark-haired man started talking. 

At first it was easy to follow along, but as the first glass got emptier you couldn´t help but concentrate on his face and the way his voice sounded so smooth and dark it felt like you were in a different dimension. A dimension where it was just the two of you. No party that you just escaped from no other pressures nothing just you and the sound of his entrancing voice. So, as you studied his features, a strange sensation overcame you. It was as if you had seen this face before. The long eyelashes that framed those deep, chocolaty brown eyes, that twinkled with actual interest and kind of passion for what he was talking about as he told you about the PhDs and what he did. Everything about his face down to the smallest wrinkle. 

It all felt like you had seen him before, yet you knew that just wasn´t possible. For sure that was just the alcohol trying to tell you something. Whatever it was supposed to be. 

“I talked so much I hope I didn´t bore you.”, his hand came up to sheepishly scratch his neck and then down to straighten the suit. 

That statement brought you back into reality with him. 

“What? No, believe me it’s very hard to do that. And to be honest you are one of the most interesting people I have met.”, looking down you saw that in the meantime not only the first but also half of the second glass was emptied already. 

Setting the drink aside you stood up and extended your arm in a silent offer for him to take it. 

“I do however think it is only fair that you learn something now.”  

You had a slight sway in your stance already and the music from the main event was still very much audible, but that did not hold you back from putting on some slower music to play over the phones crappy speaker and get back to the man that looked almost like a lost puppy standing there in the middle of the room, playing with the sleeves of his dress shirt. The suits jacket hanging neatly over his previous seat. Making sure to not grab his hands too tightly you placed one on your back and took the other into yours, to assume your own position. You could see how unsure he was in the way his head tilted downwards as soon as you took the first step to lead him into one of the easiest dances you knew. Next thing that happened was his hand, that held yours, held on just a little tighter. 

 It was really cute, but no matter how often you tried to turn his head back up in an attempted to initialize some eye contact it didn´t last long until your fingers picked up his chin once more. Bruce, as he had insisted you´d call him, looked up at you from under the before noticed long lashes and for the first time a deep eye contact formed. In that moment it all came back to you. That feeling from earlier wasn´t the booze, it also wasn´t coming from just anywhere. You had seen this exact scene in your dream just a couple of hours back. About him talking, getting lost in his voice, dancing and about what was about to happen next. 

Sliding your hand away from under his chin it settled on the side of his face almost at his neck. Movements slowed down, music blending even more into the background than already before. That almost electrical crackling that happened before going in for a kiss surrounded you and only God knew just how much you wanted to kiss him in that moment. Yet at the same time it felt so nice to just stay in that moment, revel in that feeling, but your movements never stopped and so the two of you kept dancing. This time with less looking at feet and more looking into each other’s eyes. You could tell by the flickering light behind his gaze that he felt a similar way about this, yet neither of you dared to say a word. The atmosphere in the room became so peaceful it stood in complete contrast to where you had found yourself in only so shortly ago, but soon you found yourself sat back down talking about everything and nothing at the same time. 

Between talking and dancing hours had past and it wouldn´t have bothered you until during one particular turn you got faced with the clock on the wall. 

One quick glance at the time brought you back to reality completely. Stopping in your tracks, earned you a couple of questioning looks. 

“I have to find my friend before she leaves without me.”, you tried to explain without showing your obvious wish to continue spending time with him. “I really enjoyed spending time with you though. You actually are a great dancer when you don´t look at your feet all the time.” 

The two of you shared a chuckle before grabbing your stuff and going back to the main events area. Looking and even asking around for a while lead to no result and so you decided to go outside to call for a cab. 

“Do you want to come with?”, you asked hopeful. 

“Oh, um don´t get this the wrong way. I enjoyed this evening too, but I think this wouldn´t be a good idea.”, Bruce started to fumble with his sleeves again. 

“Oh, shit you think I meant… Oh no… How about I give you my number then and you can text me whenever you have a bit of free time so we can hang out again?” 

It felt like an eternity passed until he answered, but when he did a wave of relieve washed over you. 

“Yes, I´d like that very much.” 

Bruce pulled out an older looking phone before handing it over so you could type in the numbers. 

You got ready to hand it back just in time for the cab to arrive. Opening the door, you turned around at the sound of his voice once more. 

“Get home save.”, the words were accompanied by a shy wave. 

“You too, Bruce. Good night.”, a smile finally fought its way free as you made your way home. 

Luckily you didn´t live too far and so it wasn´t long until you were able to lean against a close door to slip of the uncomfortable shoes, that your friend made you wear. Pulling the dress over your head in the hallway you decided you were too tired to wash up and instead fell into bed instead. Taking one last look at your phone before leaving it to charge you saw a message from an unknown number. 

´Thank you for a nice evening. Good night. - Bruce´ 

A squeal escaped your lips as you texted him back a quick good night and made mental note to scold your friend for leaving you alone, but that was all you could get done before your eyes fell shut by themselves, lulling you into a well-deserved and very nice sleep. 

However, it did not take long until you woke up again, the sun tickling your nose and a splitting headache trying to kill you. Death would be too easy though, so you decided to make a can of coffee and then start your day by washing of last night’s make up. 

All those plans were put on hold as the front door opened and then fell close with a loud thud. 

“Rise and shine!”, never in your live have you hated a humans existence more than right now. 

“I´m in the kitchen, but please be a little quieter.” 

Your friends face appeared from the hallway with a happy expression. 

“How are you in such a good mood?”, you asked before chugging and refilling the rest of your cup. 

“I didn´t drink too much and I left early.”, was her answer as she sat down across the table. 

“On the subject of that… You completely left me alone there.” 

“I mean I saw you leave with the doctor and thought I wouldn´t see you again until today anyway so… How was the evening with him anyway? Give me all the dirty little details.” 

“First of all, there is no dirty little details to tell. We just went into the next room to talk in peace since there were way too many people around and then we talked and I taught him how to dance… And then we kind of almost kissed, I guess. It´s weird you know? In that moment I felt like I´ve known him forever.” 

“You talked?”, disbelieve was practically written all over her face. 

“You seem to forget I am not you. No judgement though.” 

“Yeah yeah, but you at least got his number, right?” 

“I did, before having to get a cab home… I could really listen to him talk for hours his voice is so nice and we talked about literally everything and nothing. He´s so nice and easy to be around. Like I don´t have to pretend I´m someone else just so he considers talking to me.” 

“In conclusion I will be hearing more of him in the future. I am genuinely happy for you though. He seems like a really nice guy.” 

“Bruce really is the nicest person I´ve met. I hope you two will get along when you meet.” 

“So, you are already planning on introducing us, huh?”, she chuckled. 

“I- I mean eventually… Hopefully… God I hope I don´t blow it with him.” Now the doubts from last night were coming back all at once. 

Taking another long sip from the now cooled down coffee your friend laid her hand on your shoulder. 

“You think too much. If you got along so well last night it will be fine.” 

“That’s not really helping, but thank you.” The two of you spent the rest of the day talking about the event and who she talked to, before going to bed again. 

Of course, you made sure to text Bruce once more before falling asleep again. 

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[late-to-the-party-81]

(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea

AN: This is my entry for @jadedvibes falling in love challenge. This story can be read as a standalone, or a prequel to my other Bruce/Hulk x Reader stories (I guess it’s a series now, oops). My chosen dialogue prompt can be found in bold in the text.

Dividers by @fireflygraphics and moodboard by me

Beta’d by @yarnforbrains

Please check out my main masterlist here and the series masterlist here

Pairing: Bruce Banner/Hulk x Reader

CW: Fluff/Meet cute, Falling in love, mild peril and threats of violence, Hulk being a sweetheart, one kiss.

Word count: 2.7k

It had started simply, as these things do. You were working your job at the independent coffee shop, making up flat whites, americanos and skinny mocha-lattes with extra foam and shots of non-sugar syrup. You saw lots of people every day, but after a while you began to recognise your regulars: baldy business suit (macchiato), working mom (hazelnut latte, sometimes with whipped cream), gaggle of college girls (who flip flop between seasonal flavoured hot chocolates, seasonal frappes and double espressos), and construction workers (a mix of americano’s and flat whites).

Then there was him. Not overly tall or broad, but with a riot of curly salt and pepper hair and kind, dark eyes partially hidden by glasses. He always seemed preoccupied, reading a book in the wait line, and then at a table if he chose to have his drink in. You’d peeked at his books several times and having seen they were all to do with physics, math, and computing, you’d concluded he was either a university professor or a scientist.

What made him stand out though was his order. He rarely had coffee, normally opting for a tea. Usually he chose  mint, the green of it almost glowing in the cup, but you’d started noticing a pattern – if he seemed stressed, agitated, he always asked for chamomile. And he nearly always drank this inside, as if he needed the time to decompress and compose himself - to escape whatever was frustrating him. 

The third thing that struck you was that he didn’t seem to have a regular time of day to attend. Sometimes he was outside the doors at opening, sometimes you were politely shoo-ing him out at closing. It made you think that maybe he worked close by and kept odd hours, popping in and out of your little shop whenever he needed a break. It was one of those late night incidents in the middle of summer that you learned his name.

You’d been dutifully cleaning down all the equipment, filling and setting the dishwasher to run overnight, and wiping the tables, watching ‘The Professor’ as you’d dubbed him from the corner of your eye. It had been a chamomile evening, apparently, and scattered in front of him were pieces of paper covered in his spidery scrawl, and two, thick books about some kind of brain draining topic. He’d read a bit, make a note, curse low under his breath, and then read a bit more, sometimes flipping back and forth through the pages. It felt mean to disturb him, but you’d turned the open/close sign 15 mins ago, switched all the lights off out back, and there wasn’t a lot else you could do. Also, your feet hurt and you just wanted to get home.

You walked up to him, coming round the side in hope he would see you, but he still jumped slightly when you greeted him.

“Umm, hi there.”

You almost swore his skin took on a green tinge as he swivelled on his stool, but when you looked again he appeared totally normal. You did need some rest!

“Sorry to disturb you, but we’re, umm, closed now.” 

The Professor blinked at you slowly, as if trying to process what you were saying, before tilting his head to look at the clock on the wall.  He looked down at his watch with furrowed brow, as though he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Damn! I’m so sorry.” He pulled off his glasses, folding them and putting them in his breast pocket. Turning back to the table, he started to shuffle his papers together, stuffing them and his books into his leather messenger bag.  “You should have told me earlier. I didn’t mean to hold you up. I just, umm, get in the zone sometimes and don’t notice the march of time.”

You smiled back, finding his slightly flustered state endearing. “It’s no problem. It was sort of nice to have someone else in here while I was shutting up.” 

Walking over to the door with him, you  held it open for him to leave. He walked through, took one step along the sidewalk before suddenly stopping, spinning on his heel and looking at you from under his dark lashes, a broad hand pushing through his hair.

“Err, I’m Bruce by the way.”

You grinned. He really was rather cute.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce. See you again sometime.”

He let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, the next time I need a cup of tea, a lemon muffin, and, umm, some of the best scenery in New York.”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle at the cheesiness of his line.

“Smooth, Bruce, smooth…”

He shot you a smile, before turning away and heading off into the warm evening.

Summer made way for autumn, the heat tapering off, the nights creeping in and the leaves doing their annual costume change. You saw Bruce more often than before, striking up a friendship with him due to his frequent visits to the shop. Whenever he spotted you behind the counter, he’d shyly wave hello. It got to the point where he never had to line up any more, just situated himself at his favourite table, spreading out his books and notes, knowing that as soon as you got a moment you’d appear with his tea and a muffin. You’d begun to read his moods, and it wasn’t difficult for you to work out which tea he was in the mood for.

During quiet moments you’d come over and sit with him, either letting him ramble at you about his work  - despite the fact that if you understood one word in three you were doing well - or distracting him from whatever equation was frustrating him by telling him about your day. He’d often stay for a few hours, going through cup after cup of tea, and if he appeared when you were on a closing shift you knew he would be there until you ushered him out of the door.

It was the beginning of November now. Halloween had passed in a flurry of bat shaped cookies and pumpkin spice muffins, although the warm apple cider and pumpkin spice lattes were staying for a while. You smiled at the memory of when you gave Bruce one of the ciders instead of his normal tea. He’d sipped it absent-mindedly, and you’d seen the moment his taste buds had woken up.  His eyes went wide as he smacked his lips together before he threw you a smile that you’d never admit made you go slightly weak at the knees.

There was something between the two of you; some unspoken undercurrent. There were times, especially when it was only the pair of you left in the shop, that you felt yourself a hair's breadth away from reaching out to him, wanting so much to run your fingers through his tousled locks, take his glasses off, sit yourself on his lap and… but he was your customer. You never saw each other in any other setting, so you had to maintain your professionalism, but you itched for more, wondering if you should bite the bullet and ask him out. 

There’s always tomorrow, you thought.

Then, everything changed.

The wind whipped around you, causing swirls of leaves around your feet as you pulled the shop door shut, using the light from the streetlamp to see what you were doing as you locked it.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright getting home on your own?” 

Bruce stood next to you, wrapped up in a chunky scarf over his wool coat, his heavy messenger bag slung across his chest. He was shifting from foot to foot, looking a bit agitated, eyes darting all around as though looking out for any danger that may be lurking. With your back still turned to him, you rolled your eyes, before spinning to look at him, a soft smile now on your face as you pulled on your gloves.

“I’ll be fine, Bruce. I walk this route nearly every day. It’s only three blocks.”

“But there are some weirdos out there.”

“I know that, but I promise to stay in the well-lit areas, and I’ve got my pepper spray.” You pulled your keychain from your pocket, showing the small spray can attached.

“I could walk you home…” 

Your heart did that little ‘pitter-patter’ again at his sweet offer. Your lips turned up further.

“Go home, Bruce. I absolutely promise I’ll be okay. I’m on the mid-shift tomorrow, so see you around lunch time? Maybe I’ll take my break after I bring you your food? Regale you with the boring story of this walk home.”

He looked at you, just letting out a resigned hum at your stubborn independence.

“Okay. I just worry, you know. Pretty girl like you, walking home in the dark.”

While your heart did somersaults, you tried to maintain your cool.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bruce.” 

You could feel him watching you as you walked away down the sidewalk, and you couldn’t help but wonder if the fact that he cared so much meant  that he cared.

You kept your promise as you walked home,sticking to the middle of the sidewalk, not too close to the alleys and doorways, and also not too close to the road edge. That was until a man coming in the other direction crashed into you sending you staggering towards the side of a building. You bounced against the hard bricks, winded for a second, and then a hand closed around your wrist, yanking you into the dark alleyway. You let out a screech and pulled back, but the hand held you fast, pulling you further away from the lights and any other pedestrians. You fumbled in your pocket for your keys, your small can of pepper spray, but a firmer tug caused you to stumble, and they fell from your gloved hand onto the ground with a clatter.

“Let me go!” 

The man, tall and filthy, leered at you through missing teeth, running his gaze up and down your body in hunger, despite how much you were covered with your duffle coat. You lashed out with your free arm, and your feet, panic rising within you.

“Do as the lady says…”

A voice from the mouth of the alley stopped both you and your attacker in your trackers, both your heads whipping round.

“Bruce!”

He took a step forward, pulling off his bag and scarf, dropping them to the ground, then started to undo the buttons on his coat.

“Fuck off!” Your assailant yelled at Bruce and followed it up with a gob of spit that landed at Bruce’s feet.

“Come on, man, you don’t want to do this.” There was a strange look on Bruce’s face, like he was resigned to a course of action he didn’t want to take. He shrugged off his coat and lay it over a dumpster, seemingly calm.

Suddenly there was a gun in play, in the hand of the filthy attacker, pointing directly at Bruce. Fear spiked within you.

“No, no, no!”

Your struggles began anew, as you desperately tried to pull him off balance, but he flung you to the side, sending you careening into another dumpster as you fell, your head bouncing harshly off the metal with a dull clang. You slumped to the floor, dizzy and you saw Bruce, through your blurred vision, take a couple of steps towards you.

“Aa-aah. You don’t wanna be a hero. Just go away and you won’t get hurt.”

Bruce smirked, an expression that you’d never witnessed before.

“Funny, I was gonna say the same to you.”

He took another step forward.

Everything happened in slow motion.

The gun fired, the shot loud, almost deafening to your ears, the bullet zipping through the air towards Bruce.

Who was no longer Bruce.

As fast as the shot had been fired, Bruce changed - transformed. All at once his skin turned green, and he grew in bulk and size, his shirt shredding itself.

You screamed.

The Hulk snorted, grinned at your attacker and spat out a mangled bullet.

“Just go away. You won’t get hurt.”

Hulk walked forward with a grin, plucking the gun away and squashing it in his giant fist, and your assailant ran away on jelly legs, tripping and bouncing off the walls in his haste. He hadn’t even disappeared fully before the giant, green creature turned his attention to you. He moved forward and in your disorientated and pained state, you tried to back up, unable to actually go anywhere because of the dumpster behind you.

“Please don’t hurt me!”

Hulk’s eyes went wide, and he sat down with a thud, the dumpster behind you juddering. He started to reach out towards you, but you shrank into yourself and he stopped.

“Hulk not hurt Pretty Girl. Pretty Girl Banner’s friend.”

“Banner? What’s going on? Where’s Bruce?”

Hulk tapped the side of his head with a thick finger.

“Bruce in here. He let Hulk out to help.” His face took on a slightly downcast expression. “But he says I have to go back in now.”

He looked thoroughly dejected.

“All anyone want Hulk to do is smash. Hulk would like to make friends too.”

Your fear melted away. You shuffled closer and placed a hand on one of his meaty forearms.

“Thank you for helping me. I can be your friend, if you want?”

His face split into a wild smile. 

“Hulk would like to have Pretty Girl as a friend.”

“Well there you go, Big guy. I’ll organise something with Bruce, okay?”

“Okay!” He raised his free hand again and, more gently than you thought possible, ran the back of his hand over your cheek. “Bye-bye, Pretty Girl.”

He closed his eyes and with a small shudder began to shrink down, the green of his skin receding until it was pale again and Bruce was looking at you. His shirt lay in tatters across his shoulders and he immediately got up to retrieve his coat, shoving his arms into it at speed.

“I… ummm… well… Secret's out now, I guess. I’m sorry you had to see that, but I’m not sorry I helped you. See you around.”

He picked up his bag and scarf and walked towards the mouth of the alley. You scrabbled to your feet, arm outstretched in front of you.

“Bruce, wait!” He turned, looking at you warily. “There’s something I wanna ask you. And don’t think it’s because of what just happened. Well it sort of is, but only in a ‘you gotta go for what you want before it’s too late’ kinda way, and… shit, I’m rambling.” You clamped your mouth shut and drew in a deep breath through your nose. Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought.

“I like you, Bruce. In fact, I can’t think straight with you around. You’re sweet and kind, and clever and handsome. And…and… I don’t think it would take much to fall in love with you. And I wondered, if you’d like to maybe… go for a drink tomorrow when I finish my shift?”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, twisting your hands in the sleeves of your coat, aware that you had just asked him out in a dingy, smelly and downright filthy alley, just after he’d rescued you from goodness knows what kind of a fate, but you couldn’t be sorry about it. Okay, maybe you would be sorry about it if he didn’t say something and…

You didn’t even notice him moving, but suddenly he was there, in front of you, the buttons of his coat almost touching the zipper of yours, the twin ‘huffs’ of air from both your mouths merging together in the coolness of the night. Then his hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks before his lips fell to yours, kissing you sweetly. You fisted his coat, well, as best you could with your woollen gloves on, until you separated from each other, eyes locked and staring. Bruce broke the silence first.

“In case you didn’t realise from that, I like you too. And maybe I’m likely to fall in love with you as well. You’re so smart, so beautiful. And you make an awesome apple cider.”

You giggled, your head falling to lean against his chest.

“Walk me home, Bruce?”

“Of course, Pretty Girl. Whatever you want.”

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[saltsicklover]

Bruce Banner Master List

˚✧ Bruce Banner ✧˚

One Shots

Hung Every Star ♡ ☁︎ - "Bruce, listen to me, and listen to me good," I speak into the phone, my voice a sort of choked up and strangled mess of syllables and affixes, "I am going to be just fine. Things are going to be tough, but I don't need you to worry about them.

˖⁺‧₊ Key₊‧⁺˖

♡ xFem!Reader

☁︎ xDisabled!Reader

ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Household

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1630 words

Outline: Becoming parents with Bruce could never be better.

Warnings: some medical stuff, a little angst about past childhoods, pregnancy, birth.

Author’s Note: Two anons asked for a sequel to my fic, Refinement. This can be read as a stand-alone as well, only the names of the babies are the same! Basically is dad! Bruce in all is glory.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

“Bruce!” You feel your eyes closing in on you as you try to balance yourself on the couch. A pair of strong hands catch you before you fall off. “Are you okay?” Bruce, your lovely boyfriend asks concerned.

“I just felt a little dizzy that’s all. Maybe I need some vitamins or something.”

“Maybe. Yeah. Have you been feeling like this all morning?”

“No, maybe?” You squint your eyes and rub yourself on his chest. “I might have skipped breakfast.” 

“Maybe is the other thing…”

“No, I’m pretty sure I just need some protein. Carbs.”

“Maybe we could do a test and figure it out.”

“I don’t wanna rise your hopes up for nothing.”

“We are scientists. We have a lab, we can look at your blood and make sure, not to mention all of the Stark technology, we could even have an ultrasound. Literally, nothing can stop us.”

You blink and pull back to smile at him running circles on his chest with your fingers. “I almost forgot that we live here in the tower.”

“Easy mistake to make. What with all the stairs and the glasses and the questionable pop art on the walls…”

You giggle, a faint sound as your head still spins around. “But we have done so many tests already and….”

“And then we will have to do more practicing…it will happen eventually. See, I’m very determined now. And I, if anything, tend to stick to my goals.

He wraps his strong arms around you and picks you up, heading to the elevator. To pass the short time, he decides to tell you an old story from his time as a professor at the university and how his students tried to creatively cheat on their exams. Before you know it, you are sitting on a chair and he is still speaking, you still laughing while he has you laying down on the chair and placing gel on your belly. Then he starts the ultrasound still talking like before. 

And then he stops talking blinking at the screen in front of him. 

“Bruce?” You touch his cheek with your free hand. 

“Is there.”

“What?”

“There is something!”

You blink and look around and that’s when you realize exactly what’s happening.

“We’re having a baby!” He cheers in utter shock and you turn your head to look at the screen. 

“Oh my god. I have no idea what I’m looking at that.” 

“Right there.” He points with his finger, tracing the sign.

“Is so small.” 

“Yah is. Let’s see it a little bit better.” He traces a little bit more and then he stops and blinks. 

“Oh, this can’t be….oh my god…”

You turn to look at him concerned by his expression and that’s when you spot it…a second spot.

“Twins!” You exclaim!

No greatest joy had ever surrounded the avengers family and the tower before. You keep the news hidden from the general public of course and instead keep it a secret amongst the team. 

The following first months of your pregnancy go smoothly. At first, you were both scared at the prospect of twins but over time, you grew very fond of the idea. There were some concerns, what if one embryo wasn’t vital? Was if anything could happen but thankfully everything went well and you were now close enough to your due date. Various baby names were suggested both by the pair of you and the rest of the team. There was a bidding war of who would be the godparent of the children until you simply decided that the whole avengers team would be so, something Natasha had predicted. Easy conflict to break, nobody wants a civil war between team members. 

Tony gave you his assistant (let you borrow her more correctly) and together you came up with the baby's room. Searching through many magazines and many online shops you found everything you were looking for. Mostly ecological and planet-friendly things. Predominantly in pastel green and an accompanying space theme surrounding the room. Shopping for the babies was very fun and Bruce was smiling bigger and bigger by the day. He never thought it could happen, before he became the Hulk, he thought he was married to his job, dedicated to science but afterward, he simply thought it could never happen. After many tests and lots of talks with Hulk himself, some more conversations, and testing with doctor Cho, he had concluded that the gamma radiation wouldn’t be an obstacle for the future children, and Hulk himself was very happy and very protective of you. 

One cold day at the beginning of December the twins were born. At first, you wanted a natural birth but everybody convinced you that a c-section for the babies was better and just in case gamma radiation was present, they could detect it much easier that way. Tony had almost turned the lab into a maternity clinic, and he had brought on a fantastic doctor with his own team of nurses. You were induced early in the day and after a couple of hours, they were here, crying into the world. 

One boy and one girl. 

They were here and they were absolutely real.

It was just you and Bruce in the lab and of course the doctor. So a moment like this was as privatized as possible. 

It felt magical. Bruce kept looking at the babies, holding your hand tightly while the doctors were making sure everything was alright with them. He didn’t leave your side not for one second, always thanking you for allowing him to share this journey with him. 

All tests run smoothly, the babies are healthy and well and no traces of gamma radiation can be found. It feels unreal but is so real. There are small tears in the corners of Bruce’s eyes and you know he is relieved, now you will get to live together, raising your children, your very own children together. 

Of course, once everything is ready, Natasha is the first one to come inside the room. 

“Got bets and people to inform. I need to know the names.”

You both smile at each other, at the absurdity, the boldness, the humor, the familiar thing. You were a big family. And it was obvious, now these were the babies of the team. Not just yours. 

“Basil for the boy.” Bruce smiles wide pointing to him. 

“Florence for the girl.” You continue holding her tighter and showing her to Natasha. 

“I am keeping my thoughts to myself. Congratulations to you both.” She smirks before she jolts away from the room leaving you laughing at her reaction. 

“They are not that pretentious.”

“Nah, we could have done worse.”

And so it passes, the doctor and his team stay with you for a couple more days and after the baby is one week old, you have gotten into a routine. A sleepless one but everyone wants to help. Natasha has a beautiful singing voice that soothes the twins, Sam and Clint are the ones who know the most about raising babies, and as for Bruce? Bruce always asks you first. He copies each of your movements and every one of your smiles. “We have to love them the same way, so they will know we are in love and love them very much. Is very important.”

He watches you breastfeed, taking pictures and putting them in a little photo album ‘for when they are older.’ You are not used to pictures but you try not to smile too awkwardly when he is doing it. He kisses your cheek and wraps his hands around your waist when you sit outside the door listening to see if they will cry. It doesn’t matter that you have basically a whole a.i. was there with them. Anything could happen. He reassures you. And he squeezes you resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You don’t ask him about his own childhood, by the way, he is reacting, the love he is showing, you know there’s something there, something dark that shouldn’t be talked about. And you hold his hand a little tighter every time he does something good and you always praise him, let him know how important he is for you and the babies. And he thanks you for loving him, late at night and early in the morning. He dotes on you, helping you recover and regain your strength, spoon feeds you, and lets you rest. And you watch him as he grows, wiser, and prouder every single day. The twins grow with him, first, you learn how to cut their nails, then they get jaundice, then a couple of fevers here and there that freak you out, the teething is a nightmare, then they are getting bigger, and before you knew it is summer again. 

“Bruce.” You look at him, tilting your head. “You know is too early for them to walk.” Bruce scoffs holding Florence up by her shoulders. “I am teaching them to stand. Florence here yesterday was telling me how much she wants to walk.”

“She was telling you this.”

“Yes.” He nods, looking at you incredulously, loose curls falling on his face, dried food evident on the top of his t-shirt. 

“How?” You raise an eyebrow and adjust Basil on your lap.

“With her…voice.”

“Her voice.”

“Yes.”

“She doesn’t talk.”

“She talks to me!” He retorts defensively.

“Right.”

“You are just jealous because she clearly prefers talking to me.”

“Ah. huh. Must be that.”

“Glad you are being an adult and admitting that.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, thank you.” 

You both burst out laughing and shake your head at each other. 

Becoming parents just made you sillier and sillier every day.

And you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

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[ladyvillainous]

Bruce Banner - Nice Moves!

Part of my Christmas Advent series

Description

Alex catches Bruce shaking his ass to a christmas classic

Warnings

none just fluff

Word Count: 578

Alex walked into lab, head down staring at the device in her hand “Bruce I…” She trailed off into silence at the sight before her, a delighted grin spreading across her face.

Bruce was dancing around his workstation, singing along to Merry Christmas Everybody by Slade as it blasted from the sound system, turned up so loud he hadn’t heard her enter.

Stifling her giggles Alex melted into the shadows by the door, watching as he shimmied and shaked his ass to the beat, who knew Bruce was such a good mover. Sadly not much of a singer though as he missed the next note by a mile making Alex wince.

As the song drew to a close Bruce threw his arms out and yelled out the final “It’s Christmas” his voice cracking, but clearly enjoying himself.

Alex couldn’t resist, she started clapping and cheering at once, making Bruce jump, spinning on his heel and staring at her in horror “What the?..”

“Hey Bruce” Alex called, walking towards him “Nice moves” she teased, watching in amusement as the scientist turned bright red.

“Alexandra Hey…” he sighed “How long have you been stood there?”

Alex chuckled as she reached him “Long enough”

Bruce groaned “Oh god please don’t tell Tony. I’ll never hear the end of it”

“Bruce” Alex started patiently “You know he’s got Cameras the length and breadth of this tower, there’s no way he hasn’t already seen this” she stated sympathetically.

“She’s right you know” Tony’s disembodied voice spoke from the monitor in front of them, as if on cue his amused face appearing on screen.

“My point exactly” Alex motioned to the screen, Bruce groaned again and sagged into the stool behind his workstation.

“Check this out, I think this needs to go viral…” Tony brought up an in picture display of Bruce dancing around the lab “I was thinking of calling it Hulk rocks out… what do you think?” He chortled at Bruce’s horrified face.

“Tony don’t please...” Bruce started, his hands covering his eyes.  

Alex placed a hand on his arm “Let me” she winked and turned back to the monitor.

“If you release that video to the world, I’m going to counter with one of my own” She threatened smoothly.

Tony raise an eyebrow and stepped closer to the camera “You got nothing Sexi Lexi” he challenged with a smirk.

Alex grinned mischievously, holding up her phone and pressing play on a video of Tony trying on one of Steve’s suits. Checking his ass out in the mirror Tony declared, “Now that’s America’s ass” and smacks it with both hands.

“Where did you get that?” Tony sighed, already knowing he was beat.

“Super spy remember” Alex smirked “It’s my business to know stuff”

“Fine” Tony sighed again “I’ll leave Brucie Boy alone” he rolled his eyes and signed off without so much as a goodbye.

“You are a lifesaver” Bruce cheered at once, seriously impressed Alex had managed to get around Tony “How can I ever thank you?”

Alex grinned wickedly into Bruce’s grateful face, leaning in closely “I may have a few ideas, I’ll keep you posted” Alex winked and sauntered from the room, throwing an exaggerated swing of her hips to her strut, knowing full well Bruce was watching her ass as she left.

Bruce swallowed thickly, his eyes tracking the movement of her hips as she exited the room.

“Oh boy I’m in trouble” he muttered his face aflame.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

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forever and a day | little doctor. [blurb.]

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summary | when steve falls ill during a stay at the tower, willa finds the courage to seek help for her beloved supersoldier from new york’s most notorious physician.

characters | bruce banner, willa rogers (original character)

warnings | mild anxiety, steve is sick, very fluffy &lt;3

requested by @steebsfav | faad blurb idea for blurb night! this idea was inspired by one of your other fics, the one where steve gets sick and his little baby takes care of him. what if willa and steve are visiting the compound one weekend (let’s pretend stinky isn’t there) and steve is under the weather and is sleeping a lot? really warm and groggy and throwing up - willa notices her daddy not feeling well and even after her world famous snuggles, he’s still sick. so she musters up the courage to find bruce, even though she’s wary of him. she finds him in the common room and gently tugs on his pants, “dr. bruce help? daddy sick”. she leads him back to where steve is and both bruce and steve are SO proud of telling bruce that she needed help!! “good job willa bug, i know that wasn’t easy for you but daddy is so proud of you! thank you for helping me sweetheart”!!!! and then willa is sitting on the edge of the bed with her hand on steve’s leg while steve and bruce talk about his symptoms and she’s smiling to herself and says under her breath “p’oud of me” :))))))))))

an | omg!!!! friend, this is such a brilliant idea!! i love the dynamic of willa taking care of steve; we got to see a tiny bit of that in romania when she healed up his cut, but this is taking it to a whole new level and i’m so excited to explore this further! it is really such a big challenge for her, especially with someone like bruce instead of daddy himself, but she does love daddy more than anything, which allows her to be exceptionally brave when necessary :’-) and ohboy, does it make steve so, so proud &lt;3

[Bruce]

Chewing the cap of my ballpoint pen between my clenched teeth, I sigh, tired eyes scanning over the lab reports in my hand for the millionth time. “Christ-” I curse when a tap on the glass walls of the laboratory shakes me from my heavy trance of concentration, gaze wandering over to the source. When two timid green eyes struggle to meet my own, my face softens, papers dropping out of my hand and onto the table in front of me as I step over, opening up the door before crouching down to meet little Willa at her own eye-level.

“M-Mr. Bruce?” she asks warily, the tips of her black mary-janes rubbing together as her legs shake beneath her. “S-sorry for bothering you, d-didn’ know if you’d b-be busy…”

“That’s alright, Willa,” I assure the anxious girl, brow raising in concern as I notice the absence of anyone else accompanying her. “Did Steve come with you?” I ask, doubting the child would dare make the venture down to the lab alone.

Surprisingly, Willa shakes her head, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes as she explains, “N-no, Daddy’s upstairs. He’s- um, he’s- I came alone.”

“Alright,” I nod, “are you okay, kiddo? Somethin’ bothering you?”

Bottom lip trembling, Willa’s gaze remains lowered to the floor as she struggles to form her words, appearing to be choosing them very carefully as she explains, “I just- I-I- um, D-Daddy’s not feeling well, Mr. Bruce. His face is- it’s all pink and- I-I felt his forehead; s'really warm. He’s coughing, too. That’s why I c-came to find you, think he n-needs your help.” Sucking in a shaky breath, the little girl finishes her sentence, her shoulders slumping in almost relief.

With a small smile forming on my face, I nod once more. “I see; I think you’re right, Willa. It does sound like Steve might need my help if he’s feeling sick. You did a great job checking on him; those are all things I would examine, too. You’re a great little doctor.”

Face lighting up slightly at my words, Willa looks up at me carefully, giving me the tiniest of smiles in return when she finds my expression to be genuine. “Little doctor,” she repeats lovingly with a nod. “Jus’ wanna help Daddy.”

“Well how about you and I go see how he’s doing, hmm?” I suggest, rising back onto my feet as I offer her my hand. Seeming pleased, Willa accepts it, and together the two of us begin our walk back to the elevators. “It was so brave of you to come looking for me,” I tell her as her little feet walk in rhythm with mine. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you looking out for him; he’s gonna be so proud of you.”

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