He closed the office door, said goodbye to his assistant and headed for the bike.
When he drove past the park, he heard his phone ring. Trying to get it out of his pocket, he ran the wheel over the curb and flew over the steering wheel.
- Damn, I think I broke my arm!
- I'll wait for you, take you home, - said his friend Tony, who gave him a lift to the nearest hospital.
- Thanks, buddy, - replied he and entered the building. Having found out at the nurse's counter where the office he needed is located, a couple minutes later he sat down next to a beautiful redhead girl with an arm in cast.
She glanced at him and noticed that he held his arm. She grinned:
- You're already fifth in line with arm injury. What's you story? - she tilted her head to one side.
- Um, I fell off the bike, - he said.
The girl smiled warmly:
- Just like me!
After a while, they actively discussed the problems of urban cyclists.
- I look around too much and rarely under my feet, - she shared, - more precisely under the wheels. There are too many incredible buildings around, I'm trying to understand how and in what century in what style they were built.
- Are you a builder? - he asked.
- Architect. I still dream of a theater or university project, but so far only kindergartens and hospitals, - she sighed.
- I'm a speech therapist, - he admitted, - it turns out that we are working together for the benefit of future generations?
They looked at each other and laughed.
- Bruce, - he introduced himself.
- Natasha, - she said.
- Beautiful name, just like you, - he said admiringly and was suddenly embarrassed.
She just smiled mysteriously.
- Would you like to have dinner? - he decided to go to the end.
She thought for a second ..
- Yes, I do.
They waited for each other at the office, and then left the hospital. After saying goodbye and exchanging phone numbers, they dispersed in different directions.
Turning a few steps later, he stared after her until she was out of sight.
It seems his life is getting very interesting.
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This was written by @interstred on Twitter all the credit to her
(Sorry is the grammer is wrong I used google translate)
Brutasha fic:
when everything around began to turn to dust, they realized that everything was gone. they failed. and even the reprisal against Thanos did not change anything.
they have failed and it cannot be fixed.
each of them tried to survive it himself. Tony and Pepper left without leaving any contacts. Clint disappeared, Thor went to Scandinavia.
Bruce locked himself in the laboratory, while Nat and Steve stayed and tried to restore at least a little what they had. Thanos is defeated, but he is not the only threat to the world.
a week after all the events, one evening nat sat at the headquarters, once again comprehending what had happened and thinking where they went wrong, why they could not cope, scrolling these thoughts in my head for the thousandth time.
that's when Bruce arrived at headquarters.
he came just at that moment when Nat was rapidly sinking into the melancholy that had been her lately companion.
during this week bruce realized that what had happened could no longer be fixed. you need to live on. and somewhere in the depths of his soul he felt joy because he was taut.
For a long time he tried to accept these conflicting feelings: relief and joy, pain, longing, anger and self-loathing, the situation was complicated by an internal conflict with the hulk.
gradually he noticed that thoughts of nat were both calming and agitating to his senses.
and then he made up his mind.
“why are you here, bruce?”
“I .. you and I have lost many: friends, loved ones. we failed. did not do what we saw as the purpose of our life - we were unable to protect the world. but at that moment, when everything around was crumbled, I could only think about how to see you again.”
Nat stood up slowly, walked over to him and stood beside him, looking into his face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I don't know what will happen tomorrow or in an hour, maybe we will live to be a hundred years old, or maybe we will die in a week. the only thing I know is that you are not at all indifferent to me.”
“I'm not the best choice: I have a lot of problems, I have a second personality with a difficult character, I can accidentally destroy the house if I get a little angry and I spend a lot of time in the laboratory .. but if you still want to escape, then I want to do it is with you.”
Natasha came close and laid her head on his chest, Bruce's shirt immediately became wet. he put his arms around her waist. she raised her head, he bowed his and their foreheads touched.
Nat closed her eyes.
“will we build a new world on the ruins of the old one?” she asked quietly.
“together.”
leaving Steve in charge, they fled. their refuge was a small house in a small town, where few knew them by sight.
They lived there for several years. tried to live like ordinary people. Bruce got a job at a local school as a teacher, Nat found a job as a coach. like it worked.
in the evenings they cooked dinner together, and after that they watched old films and danced in the dark, and the nights were filled with love.
they contacted Steve once a month, but he could handle it without them.
nightmares followed both of them. not a couple of days passed without one of them waking up in horror. they reassured each other, everything returned to normal, as much as possible, but after a couple of days it was repeated.
they couldn't let go of the memories. very often they talked about "what if ..", or they sat together in silence, continuing to think about it over and over again.
Nat never dared to cut her hair, leaving the white ends as a constant reminder.
after some time, Bruce found the strength to make contact with the hulk. that time they had to rebuild the laboratory for the first time.
but Bruce's stubbornness was not overwhelming if he had already decided something. Nat didn't try to dissuade him because she knew Bruce was right.
every time she was worried that he would get hurt or the hulk would run away. but after many attempts and several restorations of the laboratory, the bruce and the hulk found a compromise.
and then Bruce decided on experiments to merge him and the hulk, while not forgetting about Nat.
one evening Bruce and Natasha were returning home, their road passed the orphanage. Nat casually glanced at the group of children, her gaze caught on the little red head, and her steps slowed down. Bruce understood everything at a glance.
after a couple of weeks there were three of them.
Natasha plunged into building a relationship with a girl, whom they named Elena, Bruce spent a lot of time experimenting. in the evenings, they all baked pies and watched cartoons together, and then Bruce watched as Nat put her daughter to bed, humming a lullaby softly.
she made a great mother, he admitted.
they had to hire a nanny because they both worked. they didn't tell anyone about Elena, not even the team.
six months later, Bruce's experiment was a success - the merger of him and the hulk was successful, although not in the way they expected.
having lived together for three years in silence and distance, at one point they realized that they were ready to return. being superheroes with children is very dangerous, therefore, having found reliable people through old connections, they left Elena with them. only a very limited circle of people knew about her.
they came back.
Nat returned to headquarters and plunged into work with Steve, Bruce went to another city and often traveled on business trips around the country, checking all kinds of rumors, since the hulk was no longer dangerous.
they cherished those three years in their memories.
that all changed when Scott Lange came along.
Scott gave them both hope and fear.
and here Nat looks away from Bruce, realizing that it is unlikely that he will be able to return to a quiet life, at the same moment thinking that their daughter is safe.
yes, they won. but the price was too high for Bruce. the only thing left of him is the memories of three years spent together.
and he did not know how to explain to Elena that her mother would no longer come to wrap her in a blanket and sing her a lullaby before bed.
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