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Bruce: Nat, may I have a few of your fries?
Natasha: Yes, of course.
Bruce: *takes fries*
Natasha: May I have a bite of your burger?
Bruce: Absolutely not. 
Tony: Some “perfect couple!” You won’t even let her try your food!
Natasha: A few fries is hardly equal to a bite of a burger.
Bruce: That’s not why. This burger has avocado on it. She’s allergic to avocado. Are you so jealous of our relationship that you want Natasha to die?
#source: the big bang theory#natasha romanoff#black widow#bruce banner#hulk#tony stark#iron man#brutasha#brucenat#hulkwidow#gammawidow#banneroff#avengers#incorrect avengers#marvel#incorrect marvel quotes#mcu
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Drew age of ultron Brutasha and post-endgame Winteriron for hand practice :)
#brutasha#winteriron#hulkwidow#natasha romanoff#hulk#bruce banner#tony stark#bucky barnes#mcu#deb does art#digital art#buckytony#starbucks#marvel
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Me watching Avengers: AOU over and over again because I knew this was the softest the avengers/MCU will ever be when everyone was complaining over trivial details. I’m sure you miss this Era now, don’t ya?
#avengers age of ultron#aaou#brutasha#brucenat#natasha romanoff#hulkwidow#banneroff#black widow#hulk#tony stark#og6 avengers#OG6#original six#avengers#clint barton#thor odinson#captain America#steve rogers
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Natasha: Bruce, look, we´re under a mistletoe.
Bruce: *Looks up* That´s not a mistletoe.
Bruce: *wakes up at 4am* SHE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME
#bruce banner#bruce x natasha#brutasha#natasha x bruce#brucenat#banneroff#banner#banner x romanoff#banner romanoff#natasha romanoff#Romanoff#hulkwidow#marvel#Marvel Movies#marvel funny#incorrect quotes#mcu incorrect quotes#marvel incorrect quotes#Avengers#Black Widow
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Popshelf find. Brutasha hang with me on the way to work now.
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Natasha Romanoff: “Call me sometime.”
Bruce Banner: “Call you what?”
#bruce banner#natasha romanoff#brutasha#black widow#hulktasha#hulkwidow#banneroff#natanner#source: bacall
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To any Brutasha shippers still out there, just wanted to let you know the OTP is still alive and well on the walls of Tren-D at Disney Springs!
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Bruce: I’m gonna need a human skull, but you can’t ask why.
Nat: Only if you also don’t ask why.
Nat: *produces four pristine human skulls from her bag*
Bruce: …
Bruce: *grabs one* This one will do.
#bruce banner#natasha romanoff#hulk#blackwidow#bruce and nat#nat and bruce#brutasha#hulkwidow#lol#i mean#yeah#i could totally see this happening#why?#no one will ever know#mcu#mcu incorrect quotes
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I need some Brucenat fics or fanart...I need my ship back :(
I miss Bruce and Natasha so much...the mcu did them so wrong, but I'm glad they paired them.
FEED MEEEE !!!!!
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Thor: Never question your wife's choices. Remember, you were one of them.
Bruce: That is exactly why I question her choices.
#source: me#natasha romanoff#black widow#bruce banner#hulk#thor#brutasha#brucenat#hulkwidow#banneroff#avengers#incorrect avengers#marvel#incorrect marvel quotes#mcu
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February 14th
AO3
Fanfiction
Summary: As far as Natasha's aware, her plans for February 14th this year consist of running errands and lunch with her partner. Post-AoU, canon divergence in which Hulk did not sail off into the bowels of the cosmos.
Notes: You might be wondering why I'm posting a Valentine's Day fic in June. The answer is triple-pronged: (1) you all have been very patient, you deserve something light and sweet, (2) this is from a collection of unposted fics written 1-4 years ago that I decided to try and salvage instead of flinging into the bowels of the cosmos (where Bruce/Hulk didn't belong), and (3) because I want to, as Brucenat fans are always in need of more joy.
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Preview continues under the cut.
Nestled between some corporate office building and a rival residential complex, the refuge of her apartment awaited her. The quaint cafe across the street bursted with bodies—more so than any cafe within walking distance of Central Park did on a typical day. A few couples and families gradually dispersed from the Jewish center on the corner. Cars congested the street, their drivers extra impatient today, judging by the incessant cacophony of horns.
With a bag of pharmaceutical supplies slung over her wrist and two sandwiches from one of the many nearby delis tucked under her arm, she retrieved her apartment keys with swift hands and escaped the restless city streets. As always, out of a perpetual distrust and skepticism of elevators, she took the stairs up to her unit’s floor.
At the apex of her ascent, she emerged into the hallway to a chilled breeze. Someone opened the hall’s one window again. Probably the neighbor prone to triggering the fire alarm with kitchen misadventures that happened whenever the woman plucked up the courage to try some recipe from Pinterest. It happened about every other week, complete with the woman thrusting the window open in a frenzy that included a frantic fanning of her door and miscellaneous shouts that alternated between apology and insistence on everyone carrying about with their day like normal, as if there wasn’t a tinnitus-inducing alarm screeching. Once the alarm stopped, her neighbor would retreat with a slam of her door and the hall window open, forgotten every time. It was a nuisance at most, but benign.
Today, despite it being the middle of February, the incoming air didn’t have the sharpened teeth of a New York winter; it was tamer. It was crisp; it felt like something she could snap into pieces and scatter like ashes or seeds. It felt like, smelled like the kind of air not found in an American metropolis. The keenness, gentled to ribbons as it filtered through the screen, compelled her to sidestep from the stairwell door for a moment in appreciation.
...
The prolonged moment passed like time underwater. Before she crossed the threshold for overstaying in the hallway amidst reverie, she tucked the thoughts away, pushed off the wall, and approached her place. Her key glided into the lock, and then she into her apartment.
Handle in hand, door halfway closed, Natasha froze.
#avianink#brucenat#brutasha#natasha romanoff#hulkwidow#bruce banner#brutasha fanfiction#avengers#natasha pov#natasha romanov#general fic#february 14th#canon divergence
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A few Brutasha one shots i wrote
Almost a year
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47852755
Bruce and Natasha are completing a year of dating, she didn't think they would do anything since the relationship is still secret and she's not one to celebrate dates like that, but Bruce makes a little surprise.
They dont know we know
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878504
Tony Stark catches Bruce and Natasha, figuring out that they were in a relationship for a long time and kept in secret. He decides to tell everyone and go spy the couple.
Tony’s worst ideia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47900359
Everyone knows that Natasha and Bruce have an affair. Tony gets drunk and has a terrible idea to help them assume it.
It's the worst idea he ever had.
Pets, Kids, and Love
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48531652
Years after Bruce and Natasha broke up, some events and coincidences put them in each other's life once again.
Will they overcome the past and get back together? Or is it all over?
#brutasha#fanfic#oneshot#one shot#hulkwidow#brucenat#bruce x natasha#bruce banner x natasha romanoff#bruce banner#natasha romanov#romance#fluff#angst#ao3
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Natasha shoots a basketball from five feet behind her to the hoop and making it like Ripley in Alien: Ressurection.
Bruce: What point of “my girlfriend can do anything” don’t you understand?
*Tony goes to speak but stops himself*
Steve: Dodging a bullet is one thing Bruce but-
Bruce: I said ANYTHING!
Clint From The Vents: Listen to the man! I’ve seen Natasha open a jar of pickles with her toes while blindfolded.
Tony: What the fuck?
Clint: Listen to him, he said anything!
*Tony pats Thor on the shoulder*
Tony: no wonder she doesn’t need to be worthy.
#brutasha#brucenat#hulkwidow#banneroff#natasha romanoff#natasha x bruce#bruce x natasha#clint barton#tony stark#steve rogers#thor#bruce banner#og6 avengers#og 6
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Excerpt from the Second In-Between, Chapter 8.
#marvel#brutasha#marvel mcu#banneroff#brucenat#hulkwidow#natasha romanoff#black widow#the hulk#bruce banner#brutasha fanfic#wedding#wedding vows#vii#marvel fanfics#mcu fanfic rec#the second in-between#Wattpad#ao4#read on ao3
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Day 12: Natasha gets bad news
Natasha and Bruce were having a good time in the lab, redesigning her suit.
Suddenly, the glass doors rattled and Tony came barrelling through, making a mess everywhere. “Pep called in sick!” he shrieked. “I have no one to bring to the charity thing tonight!”
Natasha looked at Tony’s display amusedly. “And why does that concern us, Stark?”
“I’m here to collect on your debt!” the billionaire declared. “You owe me, Romanoff. You're also still my employee.”
Nat raised an eyebrow. “This wasn’t in the job description. Are you sure you need a plus-one?” she asked. “I’m sure you can—”
“— I need you!” Tony wailed.
“What happened to ‘I don’t give a shit about the media’, Tones?” Bruce asked from beside her.
Tony sighed. “Please, Natty?” he asked. “I’ll give you a house.”
Natasha shook her head, smiling. “Depends on the kind of house, Stark,” she mused. “Beachside? Not so much. Somewhere remote on a big forested island though…” she trailed off, glancing at the scientist beside her. “Lots of running ground.”
“Done!” Tony snapped his fingers. “One remote, big forested, island-ed, lots-of-running-ground house coming right up.” He paused and looked between the two. “I assume you want high, presumably 12-foot ceilings?”
Natasha nodded. “Where’s this party?” she sighed, grabbing a pen and paper. “And dress code?”
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Nat turned in a circle, frowning at herself in the mirror. “This doesn’t feel right,” she complained.
Maria sat on her bed, sipping a glass of wine. “You look fine,” her friend said. “And I made sure you can still kick ass without flashing anyone. Now put on the necklace.”
Natasha sighed as she slipped the delicate gold chain around her neck. It was a gift from Bruce, a necklace with a green pendant hanging. It brought out her eyes, the scientist had said.
“Phone?” Maria called as Nat went into the bathroom.
“Got it.”
“Purse?”
“Check.”
“Gun?”
Natasha poked her head out of the bathroom. “No firearms,” she sighed. She perked up. “I’m bringing knives. Five throwing ones and a dagger.”
Maria rolled her eyes. “Is that why you wanted the–”
“Yeah.” Nat walked out of the bathroom via the walk-in closet holding two pairs of shoes. “Stilettos or platform?”
Her friend glanced between the two. “Stilettos for extra weapons, platforms for better balance.”
“Stilettos it is.” Natasha pulled on her shoes, grabbed her purse, her jacket, her phone, her keys, and turned to Maria. “Call if anything happens. God knows I need a reason to skip out on this stupid party,” she muttered.
Natasha met Tony at the elevator.
“You look nice,” he said.
“Thanks,” she sighed. “You clean up well. You don’t look like you were wasted this morning at all.”
“Brucie helped.”
The scientist in question came rushing down the hall and stopped in front of Nat. “Hey,” he panted. “Good. I caught you.”
“Are you okay, doc?” Natasha asked amusedly. “You need to breathe? I’m happy to be late to this party.”
Bruce waved her off. “I’m fine.” He straightened. “Just wanted to say goodbye.”
Nat put a hand on her chest in jest. “Will I ever see you again?” she said.
The scientist chuckled. “Hopefully.” He glanced at his watch. “If you stall any longer, you will actually be late. So you two should get going. But hey, text if you need anything,” Bruce said. He smiled and let them get into the elevator and waved as the doors closed.
Natasha and Tony got into the car.
“Is it okay if we got cheeseburgers on the way?” the billionaire asked Happy. “Please?”
“There’s food at the party,” the man said.
“But I want cheeseburgers!”
They got cheeseburgers.
Natasha slipped her phone out of her purse and sent a text to Bruce.
Tasha: It’s been seven and a half minutes since we left and we are getting cheeseburgers.
Bruce answered fairly quickly.
Bruce: That sounds fun
Bruce: Wait for it. Tony’s going to spill ketchup on himself
“Aw, geez!”
Nat glanced to her right and sighed.
Tasha: You were right
Tasha: Not five seconds later
Bruce: I don’t know how to feel about my knowing Tony this well
Natasha smiled.
Tasha: Call it long-term babysitting
Bruce: That’s funny
Bruce: I’ll tell Pepper later she’ll appreciate this
Tasha: Have you seen her?
Bruce: She stopped in after you left
Nat rolled her eyes.
Tasha: Of course
After a few more minutes of back-and-forth texting, Natasha looked up when Happy knocked on the divider.
“We’re here,” the man called. “Prepare to get off in a minute.”
Natasha sighed and typed out her last message.
Tasha: Banner, get me out of here
Bruce: Have fun
Tasha: I’m serious
Bruce: Good luck
Tasha: When I get back, I’m going to kill you
Bruce: Get in line
Nat scoffed.
Tasha: Fine
Tasha: I look forward to my vengeance
Bruce: I look forward to feeling your vengeance
Natasha huffed an annoyed laugh and got out of the car into what she later called the worst party of her life.
#brucenat#brutasha#bruce banner x natasha romanoff#bruce banner#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#hulktasha#hulkwidow#the hulk#hulk#black widow#tony stark#iron man#mcu#marvel#mcu fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#tony stank#tony stark fanfiction#bruce banner fanfiction#natasha romanoff fanfic#text post#robert bruce banner#vii’s 12 days of winter writing
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