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Bruce loosened his grip on you and you pulled away to look at the door so he could change. You stood there awkwardly until he called, “I’m done.”
Turning, you chose to examine the floor, suddenly remembering Loki’s words, and your thoughts started to race, ‘How could he love me… I just threw a man into a wall and then ran. Again. Who does that? Fury was right. I’m a liability… a danger to my fellow man. I mean I couldn’t even do laundry without having some sort of incident. The simplest of tasks and I managed to mess it up… what if I killed him? I should have at least checked to make sure he was alive. I guess, being the murder that I am, I just didn’t care, I warned him after all. So I ran. To what exactly? What is Bruce to me? Anger buddies with benefits? Friend?
For the second time since he’d met you, Bruce watched you think and your expressions change and he was reminded of all the things he’d wanted to ask you earlier but hadn’t gotten the chance.
You looked upset now, like you had in the hall when it had rained, and after a moment you brought your hands up to cover your face. He stepped forward hesitantly, wondering what brought this on.
You came out of your thoughts as Bruce approached you and noticed that your head was beginning to throb again and your arm had started bleeding. Remembering your earlier luck a little bitterly, you glanced up at Bruce, “I found some first-aid stuff downstairs, would you mind fixing up my arm? I can’t quite get to it myself.”
“Of course. Come sit and I’ll grab it. Where-?”
“Pocket of that robe”
He nodded and went to retrieve it while you shuffled over and sat on the bed. He came and knelt next to you, gently rubbing an antiseptic pad over the gash.
He looked up at you, “You know you can talk to me right?”
You nodded and he sighed, “Let me rephrase that: Please talk to me.”
You raised you eyes slightly to look at him, he was giving you the most adorable sad puppy dog eyes, and you sighed defeated, “Well played Banner. What do you want me to talk about?”
He grinned, looking back to his work on your arm, “How about what’s bothering you now?”
You pulled one knee up so you could rest your chin on it, “What is this? Between us I mean?”
He didn’t look up, but slowed what he was doing, “I’d like to think we’re together. I mean I certainly would not be happy if you went gallivanting off with Thor.”
“Thor? Really?”
“You looked pretty taken with him when you met him.”
“I almost electrocuted the whole ship when Tony suggested we were together and what you took from that was I was ‘taken with’ Thor?” you responded sarcastically.
He chuckled, “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Point is I want you to be mine and only mine. That is… if that’s what you want.”
“Do you really mean that?”
He looked up at you finally, “Every word.”
You took that in for a moment and he asked you another question, “Why were you crying before?”
You gaped a little wondering how to explain, “I-I went to see Loki after… after the lab. He said I run away from everything, that I’m weak, a murder and a monster with no hopes of being anything more and…”
“What else?” Bruce pressed calmly.
“and that you could never love someone like me.”
To your surprise Bruce laughed, “And you believed him? I could smell eight kinds crazy on that guy.”
You looked at floor a little ashamed, but Bruce finished with your arm and then kissed the top of your fingers gently, “And he was wrong.”
He sat next to you and pulled you to his side, kissing your temple.
You looked up at him and began to babble, “Are you sure? I mean I spent like more than half my life stuck on that ship so I’m basically a gremlin. I never went to college and I don’t exactly have a good track record with relationships friendly or romantic. I pretty much either end up killing them or at the very least hurting them pretty severely not to mention-“
Bruce pressed a finger over your lips, “I’m sure. You are not a gremlin, you enjoy the sky too much, you may not have gone to college but you are one of the smartest people I know, and all those other people weren’t me.”
You nodded, looking at your lap to think about what he said, and he took a deep breath and turned the question on you, “Are you sure?”
You looked up at him confused and he continued, “I could turn into a giant green rage monster at any moment and that would be it, I’m not exactly the best at relationships either, and I’m basically a hermit.”
You chuckled and gave him a little shove when you realized that even as he was being serious he was also mocking you slightly, “I’m sure. I assure you that it is the most attractive shade of green I have ever seen, you’re adorable when your nervous, and I’m not the most social person so we’re good there.”
He rested his forehead on yours eyes closed and you suddenly blurted, “Yes.”
He didn’t pull away but opened his eyes to look questioningly into yours, “Yes? Yes what?”
“I’ll be yours and only yours if…”
“If what?”
“If you’ll be mine and only mine.”
“Done. I was yours that first day when I slipped my hand into yours. I just didn’t know it yet.”
He was about to kiss you when you let your head fall to his shoulder, he chuckled, “Well that wasn’t the response I was expecting. Was it too cheesy?”
You shook your head ever so slightly, “It was perfect, cheesy but perfect. My head just hurts.”
He sighed and lifted your face gently to look at you, “Well you don’t have a concussion but that bruise looks pretty bad.” You bit your lip and he noticed, “There’s something else isn’t there.”
You took his a hand in yours and guided it around to the lump on the back of your head, he sighed, “That's quite a bump. Want to tell me how you got that?”
You shook your head and he didn't press, “Alright then. To bed. Doctor’s orders.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice, you crawled up and under the covers and he hesitantly laid down on his back on the opposite end of the bed from you, not wanting you think he was pressuring you or anything.
You were to tired to even notice, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, and after a watching you sleep for a bit Bruce did too.
Turning, you chose to examine the floor, suddenly remembering Loki’s words, and your thoughts started to race, ‘How could he love me… I just threw a man into a wall and then ran. Again. Who does that? Fury was right. I’m a liability… a danger to my fellow man. I mean I couldn’t even do laundry without having some sort of incident. The simplest of tasks and I managed to mess it up… what if I killed him? I should have at least checked to make sure he was alive. I guess, being the murder that I am, I just didn’t care, I warned him after all. So I ran. To what exactly? What is Bruce to me? Anger buddies with benefits? Friend?
For the second time since he’d met you, Bruce watched you think and your expressions change and he was reminded of all the things he’d wanted to ask you earlier but hadn’t gotten the chance.
You looked upset now, like you had in the hall when it had rained, and after a moment you brought your hands up to cover your face. He stepped forward hesitantly, wondering what brought this on.
You came out of your thoughts as Bruce approached you and noticed that your head was beginning to throb again and your arm had started bleeding. Remembering your earlier luck a little bitterly, you glanced up at Bruce, “I found some first-aid stuff downstairs, would you mind fixing up my arm? I can’t quite get to it myself.”
“Of course. Come sit and I’ll grab it. Where-?”
“Pocket of that robe”
He nodded and went to retrieve it while you shuffled over and sat on the bed. He came and knelt next to you, gently rubbing an antiseptic pad over the gash.
He looked up at you, “You know you can talk to me right?”
You nodded and he sighed, “Let me rephrase that: Please talk to me.”
You raised you eyes slightly to look at him, he was giving you the most adorable sad puppy dog eyes, and you sighed defeated, “Well played Banner. What do you want me to talk about?”
He grinned, looking back to his work on your arm, “How about what’s bothering you now?”
You pulled one knee up so you could rest your chin on it, “What is this? Between us I mean?”
He didn’t look up, but slowed what he was doing, “I’d like to think we’re together. I mean I certainly would not be happy if you went gallivanting off with Thor.”
“Thor? Really?”
“You looked pretty taken with him when you met him.”
“I almost electrocuted the whole ship when Tony suggested we were together and what you took from that was I was ‘taken with’ Thor?” you responded sarcastically.
He chuckled, “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Point is I want you to be mine and only mine. That is… if that’s what you want.”
“Do you really mean that?”
He looked up at you finally, “Every word.”
You took that in for a moment and he asked you another question, “Why were you crying before?”
You gaped a little wondering how to explain, “I-I went to see Loki after… after the lab. He said I run away from everything, that I’m weak, a murder and a monster with no hopes of being anything more and…”
“What else?” Bruce pressed calmly.
“and that you could never love someone like me.”
To your surprise Bruce laughed, “And you believed him? I could smell eight kinds crazy on that guy.”
You looked at floor a little ashamed, but Bruce finished with your arm and then kissed the top of your fingers gently, “And he was wrong.”
He sat next to you and pulled you to his side, kissing your temple.
You looked up at him and began to babble, “Are you sure? I mean I spent like more than half my life stuck on that ship so I’m basically a gremlin. I never went to college and I don’t exactly have a good track record with relationships friendly or romantic. I pretty much either end up killing them or at the very least hurting them pretty severely not to mention-“
Bruce pressed a finger over your lips, “I’m sure. You are not a gremlin, you enjoy the sky too much, you may not have gone to college but you are one of the smartest people I know, and all those other people weren’t me.”
You nodded, looking at your lap to think about what he said, and he took a deep breath and turned the question on you, “Are you sure?”
You looked up at him confused and he continued, “I could turn into a giant green rage monster at any moment and that would be it, I’m not exactly the best at relationships either, and I’m basically a hermit.”
You chuckled and gave him a little shove when you realized that even as he was being serious he was also mocking you slightly, “I’m sure. I assure you that it is the most attractive shade of green I have ever seen, you’re adorable when your nervous, and I’m not the most social person so we’re good there.”
He rested his forehead on yours eyes closed and you suddenly blurted, “Yes.”
He didn’t pull away but opened his eyes to look questioningly into yours, “Yes? Yes what?”
“I’ll be yours and only yours if…”
“If what?”
“If you’ll be mine and only mine.”
“Done. I was yours that first day when I slipped my hand into yours. I just didn’t know it yet.”
He was about to kiss you when you let your head fall to his shoulder, he chuckled, “Well that wasn’t the response I was expecting. Was it too cheesy?”
You shook your head ever so slightly, “It was perfect, cheesy but perfect. My head just hurts.”
He sighed and lifted your face gently to look at you, “Well you don’t have a concussion but that bruise looks pretty bad.” You bit your lip and he noticed, “There’s something else isn’t there.”
You took his a hand in yours and guided it around to the lump on the back of your head, he sighed, “That's quite a bump. Want to tell me how you got that?”
You shook your head and he didn't press, “Alright then. To bed. Doctor’s orders.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice, you crawled up and under the covers and he hesitantly laid down on his back on the opposite end of the bed from you, not wanting you think he was pressuring you or anything.
You were to tired to even notice, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, and after a watching you sleep for a bit Bruce did too.
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