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Monster - Bruce Banner

Title: Monster

Pairing: Avengers x Bruce

Word Count: 2995

Warnings: Swearing, angst and abuse (not descriptive)

Requested by Anon

“May I request a Bruce x Avengers fic? Maybe where Bruce is having a mini epsiode of 'oh god I'm a monster. My father was right' kind of deal so he secludes himself from the rest of the team. So the Avengers see he's stuggling and remind him that they're his family? Just some good old family bonding moments...”

Authors Note: okay so I hope this is what you asked for, i’m not too proud of it though eek. I feel as though the characters r a bit ooc oops. but a big shoutout to my girlfriend who was my beta reader and helped make it that lil bit better aha. anyway enjoy! xox

It’s funny how the simple things can rip open old wounds and cause so much destruction. But that’s just what Bruce’s life was, a matter of revisiting things that were buried deep in his conscious for a reason. A good reason for that matter.

This mission that the Avengers (minus Thor, he was still in Asgard) were called to take care of was supposed to be no different from when they take down HYDRA thugs. Fury had briefed them on the mission, and it seemed easy enough to handle.

Allegedly, a scientist had been experimenting on young children, more specifically young mutants. For whatever reason, it was unknown but all that was needed to know was that they were being held captive there. Much to Bruce’s relief there was no need for the Hulk, instead Fury wanted the good Doctors help in assisting the children out. Of course, Bruce couldn't be happier to finally feel somewhat useful without being The Hulk.

In under 30 minutes flat, the whole team was out of the tower, suited up and on their way to the coordinates Fury had sent on where the supposed warehouse was. When they arrived, the building clearly wasn't anything special. The whole place looked as though it’d collapse any second.

“Barton, Romanoff, Banner, you take care of the kids. Stark, you’re with me, let’s try and get this done quickly and efficiently. I don't want any kid hurt-”

“You talk as though I’m gonna kill a kid,” Tony snarled at Steve, always wanting a rise out of the soldier.

“Just listen for once in your life, c’mon” He sighed, picking up his shield and running out of the Quinjet towards the building.

As Tony soared into the skies and Cap ran into the dark and eerie building ahead, the two assassins and physicist went on their own way in trying to find the young prisoners. Bruce couldn't help but feel himself get angry. This man had captured young children and god knows did what to them. Ripping them apart, trying to figure out how they work. Bruce could feel his pulse quicken, never a good sign for him, and willed his emotions to calm down.

“You good Doc? Your eyes-” Natasha’s warm voice pulled him out of his mind and quickly grounded him before he got too far.

“What? Oh - uh, yeah, no I’m fine. Just uh,” He squeezed his eyes shut, building the walls between him and his monster even higher.

“Kinda hitting close to home. The quicker we do this, the better.” He clenched his jaw, and willed a fleeting smile to his team mate.

Yep, the quicker the better before we have a big green problem.

Finally, after running around for some time they heard the cries of the children locked up in a small cell. There had to be about 20 of them, all squished into the one. Quickly, Clint shot the lock right off the gate and set them free. Bruce knew that the assassins had done missions like this, saving kids, but Bruce — not like this anyway. He helped the sick, not the abused. He couldn't. And seeing the bruises that so many of them carried made Bruce angry.

“Please, we have to get out of here quickly before he comes back - if he comes back, he’ll hurt us. Please,” A young girl begged — she had beautiful snake-like eyes — and had gripped onto Bruce’s shaking hand like stone; as if he was her lifeline.

“Please, he’ll experiment on us — rip us apart you have to help us,”

Lab tables. White coats. Ross. Syringes. Tearing him apart. Screams. His screams.

“You’re a monster, you filthy piece of shit-”

“Tear him apart, rip him apart, I don't care, but I want him to feel the pain.”

“The blood on your hands Banner my god - you are bathing in it. Reeks of nothing but death. Do you realise what you have done to so many people in this world? The families you have ruined? The lives you have taken away?”

“Banner, c’mon we gotta go. Cap and Stark have him, he’ll get what he deserves. Now let's get these kids to safety-” Barton called out to him.

Bruce whipped his head to look at him, his eyes wide and filled with so much emotion. Too many emotions, you could barely read.

“No, no, no… I can’t-” Bruce exasperated, and the assassin’s eyes widened. They knew that seeing these abused children would strike a chord, but then again, they thought maybe the doctor could handle it. Perhaps not.

“Fuck, everyone out quick c’mon!” Barton was quick to get the kids to safety as soon as possible, Natasha following suit.

And Bruce’s carefully constructed wall crumbled in his mind. And everything went green. Rage completely consuming him.

Bruce awoke to the soft hum of the Quinjet and the whispers of the children. Oh my god the children. Bruce jolted up, with wide eyes looking amongst the jet. Everyone seemed okay and he wasn't in the mitts of Ross or SHIELD. So that was at least one positive so far.

“Oh my god — What — What did I do? Did I hurt anyone?” He exclaimed, his voice husky. Obviously, the Other Guy had been quite vocal today.

“Everyone’s fine, Big Guy. Don’t worry about it,” Now Tony Stark of course was one of the best liars all around, but not when it came to his best friend. Bruce could see straight past it and his stomach dropped.

“Tony, who was it? Was it a - a kid?” He slowly said, his voice quivering.

“Of course not! Do you really think that little of yourself? C’mon! It was that fucking scientist, he had it coming. He was lucky I didn't kill him.” He called from where he was flying the jet, his back to Bruce.

Bruce swallowed harshly, a vivid flash of the Other Guy crushing the man’s head in his hands. Quickly the physicist went to the bathroom on board of the jet, and vomited up nothing but bile.

This was going to be one long ride.

When the team finally got to New York the children were checked over and soon picked up by the X-Men to be returned to where they were stolen from.

Tony wasn't too surprised to find Bruce in his cage, and not his bed. Still in barely any clothing, just the remainders of his shredded pants, shivering on the cold floor. Tony made sure whenever to approach Bruce to make it obvious (without sounding threatening at the same time) to not scare the man.

“Figured I’d find you here.” Tony reached the cage, his science bro’s back towards him, frantically shaking.

“You haven't used this since-” the engineer blew out a breath with a whistle. God, when was the last time he had used this? It was forever. Maybe when the Avengers had just gotten together, and Bruce didn't trust himself to rest up after transforming in his own bed.

“Since the band first got together. I was actually gonna get rid of this room, maybe build you this mediation room — for you to come and chill out in. Where no one — not even me, can come in. Cos’ you don't need this,”

What did Tony know about what he needed? That angered Bruce, he had no idea whatsoever what it was like. What he had to live with, the fear of his every thought, move and emotion. This was one of the only things that could successfully contain his alter ego, and yet Tony wanted to throw it all away. As if it didn't matter, as if he trusted Bruce.

“And with the kids… back at that warehouse. I get it, totally get it- why you lost control. The abuse they had endured. Yeah, I mean I definitely got my fair share of hits from dear old dad. It makes you sick, how someone can just do that,”

The room remained silent, so Tony did all that he really was good at. And that was rambling.

“But you’re not a monster, Bruce. So just come on out, I'll take you to your room-”

Bruce felt as though he hardly had himself under control at the moment, he was still rebuilding those walls after they had shattered. So, in this moment, Bruce was extremely vulnerable to emotions after his transformation. That's why he’d always seclude himself from everyone.

Bruce jumped up (his pants thankfully just hanging onto his waist- barely) and yelled until he was red in the face. Though, not a glimpse of green ever appeared.

“I’m a monster, Tony! Why can’t you just see that?!” Tony didn't flinch.

“Because you’re a fucking hero! You saved-”

“Oh please, give me a break! A hero… are you hearing yourself right now?!” Bruce scoffed rolling his eyes, placing his hands upon his hips.

He seriously wanted to be left on his own to stew in his own misery and self-hatred. Was that too much to ask?

But Tony had started this, so Bruce was going to play along. And of course, Bruce’s famous temper got the best of him.

“You know it’s kinda ironic how everything came to be in the end, my dad used to always call me a monster. And look at where we are now, the biggest monster on this earth. He should've killed me alongside my mother.”

“Don’t you fucking say that, Banner. Don’t you fucking dare-”

Bruce could barely hold himself up anymore and slumped to the ground, the exhaustion of the transformation taking its toll on his body.

“I’m not fighting with you on this, Tony. I’ll be gone in the morning if that makes you feel any better,” His voice was slowly depleting as his energy left him. He just wanted to sleep, even if that meant facing the terrors of his dream. Filled with none other but Ross and Brian.

“Yeah... the famous Bruce Banner, nothing but a coward. Always the one to run away from his problems. You know one time you need to fight it head on-”

“When you turn into an 8-foot-tall green rage monster with a short temper and a personality disorder, then you can come talk to me about that. Until then…”

Just when Bruce thought he was done he had that little more to get off his chest.

“You know what your problem is Tony, you think you can solve and fix everything, but you know what? You can’t! I’m not some broken machine that can easily be fixed and be perfectly good again!”

“It’s like talking to a fucking brick wall, I swear to god. Get some sleep Banner, you’re too tired for this shit. And quite frankly, so am I.” And with that, Tony stormed out. Fumes practically coming out of his ears.

Well, that was fun. Way to go, Banner.

As Tony reached the main living room of the Tower he went straight to pouring himself a cup of liquor. I mean, that was really the only way he knew how to handle his own emotions.

After a few glasses he told J.A.R.V.I.S to get everyone around in the living room immediately. They had some shit to discuss about their fellow team mate.

It wasn't like Bruce ended up getting any sleep, his mind was working at a constant rate so there was no way. All he was currently doing was beating himself up on the conversation he had with Tony. Tony was his friend — his best friend, one of the only friends he’s had in so long. Finally, someone who wasn't afraid of him. Who made him feel at home, make him feel like he was part of a family. And he had treated him like shit, practically throwing everything Tony had ever done for him in his face. Bruce didn't have a home, never really did, and here Tony was; with open arms, letting him into his house. Yet, Bruce was horrible to him.

God, I really am a monster. I bet you’re fucking flipping in your grave, Dad.

Suddenly Bruce's thoughts were interrupted by J.A.R.V.I.S’ smooth voice.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, Doctor Banner, but Sir wanted you to see this,”

And then a video played in his cage.

“Hey Bruce, so I uh... know that our conversation didn’t really go too well, but I meant everything I said. Well apart from the whole ‘you’re a coward’ because that was wrong. I was wrong. I have no idea, at all, what it’s like to be you and I never will. But maybe you can help me — help us all — to try and understand. You can't just keep locking yourself up man,” Tony’s voice played, his voice carrying nothing but love and kindness for his science bro. And alongside him was the team.

“We’re your friends, but most importantly, we’re your family, Doctor Banner. And we don’t leave anyone behind, so we need to work through what you’re dealing with together. You can't do this alone, Bruce. You’re a strong man, stronger than all of us. And I know you can get through this with the help of all of us.” Steve had then begun to talk, and man was it weird to hear him call him by his first name. But that wasn’t the weirdest thing to Bruce, it was the fact that he called this team, his friends, and dare he say it, his family. They believed that Bruce belonged to this group of people, that he was apart of it alongside them all.

He always felt expendable, as though they were all using him for the Hulk. And maybe- just maybe, they wanted him because he was more than that. He was more than just the raging beast. There is a man behind the muscle, and they all saw that, they saw past it all. Even after everything they had been through with him. Whenever he’d lose control, they were always there to reel him back to his senses. To talk him down and be there to catch Bruce when he came back to himself.

The more that Bruce thought about it the clearer everything became. Maybe these guys were his family, and he was blind about it all this whole time.

“I know what it’s like Doc, to be afraid of your mind. To feel as though your thoughts aren’t yours. Trust me, Loki really did a number on me that time. And you know who was always there for me to help me through it all? Yeah that’s right; you were. You were there for me and understood me in a way nobody else could. And so, I’m always going to be here for you man, always. We all are.” It was now Clint’s turn to speak, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel as though maybe he could finally talk to his friends about everything. Maybe that’s what was needed.

He never had spoken to anyone about his feelings. Too afraid of what it may entail. His emotions were way too scary for him to visit, so of course he’d bottle them all up. Only until it’d blow up in his face, and he’d end up seeing green.

Maybe that was his problem. He never spoke to anyone about anything. God, he could be so blind. And it hurt to say, that maybe these guys were right. About everything.

“You’re not some animal to be locked up and abused. You’re a human being, no matter if you see it or not. All we see is an amazing, kind and intelligent man and the Other Guy, well he’s just as amazing. Even if again, you can't see it. You both have saved countless lives. I know what’s it like to have so much blood on your hands Bruce, trust me I’ve most likely killed a lot more than you have — Stark here, he probably has as well. Please just let us help you, like you have helped us so many times.” and finally, Natasha spoke up.

“Just think about it, Big Guy. But always know we’re here for you. If you wanna leave, go ahead, we won't stop you. I mean I will, and I’ll search the whole world to find you and then kick-” That earned an elbow to the stomach from Romanoff, as Tony rambled.

“Ouch! Yep, not the point, but totally not lying about it. Anyway, point is you’re not a monster and you can talk to us about anything. I hope this got through that thick skull of yours and maybe you’ll join us cos’ we’re gonna be watching Lord of the Rings tonight,”

“My suggestion, just saying!” Clint interrupted, with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever Bird Brain. But we’ll hopefully see you later, Bruce.”

And with a wave from everyone in the video, it clicked off. Leaving the physicist once again alone, to think about everything he had just watched.

“You think he’s gonna come around?” Clint asked, as he settled on the couch next to Natasha, popcorn in hands.

“Maybe, I don't know. As much as he is predictable, he can be completely unpredictable too.” Tony responded, rubbing his calloused hands across his face.

He really hoped that the video got through to him. He honestly doesn't know what else he could do. And he doesn't know how he’d handle it if Bruce did end up leaving. Bruce was his other half and the only person who could quite easily keep up with his erratic mind. Everything would collapse without him. And he’d only ever be one half of a person.

“Sir, Doctor Banner has left the cage and appears to be heading to your current floor.” And that was all Tony needed to hear to know that everything from here on out might well and truly be, okay.

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bannerswife · 5 years

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you can only repost this now

tony stark: alive

steve rogers: alive

thor odinson: alive

natasha romanoff: alive

bruce banner: alive

clint barton: alive

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Accustomed Feelings - Bruce Banner

Title: Accustomed Feelings

Word Count: 1417

Warnings: Bruce’s mentioned suicide attempt (its only lightly mentioned but just a heads up). I did try and capture Bruce’s mind which can be seen very dark and may trigger some people. also mentions his abusive childhood.

Summary: A look in the dark mind of Bruce Banner

Authors Note: yes im still alive ahah!! i swear i come and go lmao but anyway heres another one of my crappy works lolol

I felt as though i was drowning and there was no way out. I had grown accustomed of this constant feeling anyway, it wasn’t anything new or unheard of.

‘Bruce seems quiet,’ ‘ Oh no that’s just how he is,’

‘Bruce seems upset,’ ‘Oh no that’s just him,’

‘Bruce looks like he may kill himself,’ ‘Oh he’s tried… many times, but he can’t’

I guess it’s a good thing that nobody can really tell when i’m at my worst because i seem like i am all the time, or i’m just good at hiding it. Either way, it didn’t matter. Whenever i have gotten into these extremely low levels of depression it never really ends well. That’s why at this very moment im oh so very grateful for one of Tony Stark’s greatest inventions yet. A cage. Built just for the other guy… well, me.

My team likes to think we are somehow different, as though the Hulk didn’t come from my overly messed up mind. But he did. I guess i try as well to think we are separate but we really aren't. With everything i had gone through in my childhood, the abuse i had endured, the hulk was something i created. Was something that had grown from the depths of my mind to protect me when i needed it. And then in time i buried it- him- whatever you wanna call it, as far as i could… i actually forgot he existed for a while there. But as soon as the experiment went and fucked up my life, here he comes bursting right out of the seams.

My experiment gone wrong. My messed up mind. My faults.

Deep breaths, Bruce, lets just see how long you can last without losing yourself completely today.

Green speckled across my arms, it didn’t look like it was fading anytime soon. My mind was already far enough. It’s only a surprise i’m not completely all big and green right now.

I had been going over some recent experiments to find ways on curing the Hulk- me, curing me and my monster. Without the help of the team of course, the risks i have put myself through- i should be dead if i were “normal”. There was no way they would even remotely allow it. But it has to be done. He- I need to be stopped, before i hurt more people again and again and again…

The green was now up to my elbow.

I think someone is talking to me from the outside of my cage but it’s hard to hear. There’s too much noise in my brain now to even comprehend.

Everyday i think about the life i could’ve had if the explosion hadn’t of ever happened. Maybe Betty and I could’ve lived a happy, sustained life. Where we could’ve had a child. Only for me to then become just like my father. I could’ve- would’ve ruined their lives.

I wasn’t meant to be happy- not ever. The Banner’s curse, my father- Brian, liked to call it.

The thought of Betty’s skull hitting the pavement as i pushed her that little bit too hard (just like what my father had done to my mother a lifetime ago), the terrified look on our child’s face as they watched from inside the car (just as i did, i didn’t even do anything- why didn't i do anything?!).

Both of my arms were now covered in green.

Deep breaths were pointless really. There is nothing that can truly calm me, not when i’m like this especially.

It is a wonder that i haven’t killed my team- my friends yet. Though the amount of times it has come close to it has made me nearly to the point of leaving them altogether.

I remember waking up in rubble, the distant memories of earlier that day slowly coming to mind. I had been in the lab working on something with Tony, something supposedly safe. But he of course did something risky and blew up most of our lab, the rest of the mess was my fault of course. As i become aware of my surroundings i had noticed Tony, his face covered in blood that had now dried, how long had he been just lying there? Seconds, minutes… hours? Not long after, though it felt like hours to me, Natasha and Steve came rushing in. They had helped Tony first without even a second glance at me. Thankfully i wouldn’t want it any other way, but that didn’t make that gesture hurt any less. I knew i was expendable anyway, Tony was the real hero of this team. The man who had done a whole lot of good then i have ever done. I didn’t even deserve to be on this team.

No one had blamed me for what i had did to Tony, not to my face at least (i know i hurt him, i caught a glance at the massive bruises upon his arm that had been appeared after the incident. Massive hand marks, that had turned to bruises.)

But no one looked me in the eyes for a while after that. They were afraid of me. Well a little more than what they were in the beginning. (Everyone is afraid whether they mean to or not) I mean, who wouldn’t be? Who in their right mind would not be afraid of a savage, mindless killing machine? I’m even afraid of myself.

Another time was when i had an argument with Steve. This didn’t result in me hulking out but i did show the true monster inside of me. The words i said- i can never take back. And everyone’s faces as they heard the words that came out of the man who always keeps to himself, and is polite and soft. It truly shocked them all. Even Tony, Tony was beyond speechless. And that was saying something, he was the man who had a response to everything. I can't even remember what the argument had been about but i knew it was something Steve and i will never bring up again. I honestly think Steve is trying to get rid of me as we speak. It would probably feel better to be kicked out of the team then to leave myself. If i'm kicked out then the door is forever closed behind me with no way back in. But if i leave on my own terms then in a way, the door is still open and i can come back if need be. Well that’s how i think of it anyway.

I can finally feel the fabric in my shirt and paints start to tear at the seams as my muscles now start to swell, the transformation well underway. There wasn’t anything to stop it now, no deep breath to keep me calm.

“Bruce! Bruce, buddy come on. You just need to breath!”

Tony… That was Tony yelling from outside of the cage. Why was he even here? I’m sure he had much better things to do then try and help me.

“Go away,” I replied, my voice gravelly and deep, it made me flinch upon hearing it.

I didn’t look up, only keeping my eyes upon my vibrant green skin. Watching, studying the way my muscles began to bulge as my mind begins to swim with so much emotions it’s hard to even register.

I can feel everything intensifying, more than my brain can even register and my vision hazed in green.

It was always surprising to feel the difference when i actually accept the transformation or when i’m trying to hang on- to not give into the monster.

But god, did it feel good to just let go. To not have to keep my emotions in check just so i don’t kill anyone in the goddamn facility. It’s a fucking nightmare making sure i don’t slip. With the stub of my toe on a bad day i could bring the whole building down if i felt like it.

Finally i looked up at Tony’s face, worry clearly written all upon it. Was Tony truly worried about me? How could someone even remotely care about a monster like me? I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve anything.

And that was the last thing before my mind was washed completely away, leaving me in pure darkness. Only to awaken once again, fearing for what i had destroyed as well as the lives i may have taken away this time.

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Nightmares - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Nightmares

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Word Count: 2139

Warnings: None

Summary: After Bruce has a horrible nightmare, you try your best to calm him down before he hulks out.

Authors Note: This is one of my older works, so im so sorry at how bad it is eek. also i havent been posting that frequently ik im a horrible person whoops

You awoke to the heart wrenching screams of your boyfriend. Quickly you scrambled to the lamp switch, turning it on giving the room some sort of light. You jumped to Bruce’s side of the king bed and went to hold him in your arms. From what you could tell Bruce was having another nightmare, it wasn't anything new to you, it happened nearly every week, but recently it became a nightly routine. Not that you cared, you would never sleep if that meant you could hold Bruce in your arms to calm him back to restful sleep.

It always happened at around 2:30am, every single night (well morning), and that was when you started your day. You could never ever go back to sleep after witnessing Bruce’s meltdown, it hurt you so much it normally would cause yourself nightmares of something to do with Bruce, normally of him running away because he couldn’t bare the pain of losing you if he lost control.

You were never ever scared of the Other Guy, he was apart of Bruce and you loved every single part of him, even if half of him consisted of a huge green rage monster. You didn't care one single bit, you loved him unconditionally just for who he was. Green and all.

After the Chitauri attack on New York, Bruce’s nightmares were so much worse, and from the little information you got from Bruce when he briefly tells you about them they’re becoming a lot more vivid.

You didn't know how exactly to help the poor physicist. You couldn't really do a lot but calm him as best as you could and tell him that you love him and that you’re there for him. Thankfully it never ended with him going to the Safe Room because he never got too far to the point of changing.

But out of all of his daily nightmares this was much worse. You could tell already.

Bruce was flinging his arms about, a pool of sweat all over him, his head, neck, chest, everywhere. You wrapped your arms tightly around Bruce’s arm, squeezing it, and softly but loud enough you told him what you would always tell him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, shhh, you’re okay, i’m here, you’re alright. No one’s going to hurt you here Bruce,”

That was what you normally told him every night but you weren't even halfway through your sentence before Bruce shot upwards his eyes a bright rich green. Frantically he looked around the room, expecting some sort of danger that came from his dream. Though there wasn't anything and so his breathing slowed a little bit and his shoulders becoming less tense. Until it didn't. He looked over to you where your faced with worry, his heart becoming even more heavy (if it was even possible for him) as he was of course the cause of your stress and worry.

“Oh my god, y/n. I-i’m so sorry. Oh my fucking god, i could’ve- i could’ve-” He rambled, hardy able to form a structured sentence. His breathing quickened once again and his eyes widened as he looked upon you.

“No, no, no, Bruce i’m fine. Don’t worry about me, i’m fine, babe, please listen to me,” But you knew Bruce was only spiralling even more from here. His mind was already worked up from his dream and now he’s only digging himself a bigger hole.

“I can’t be here- i dont know if i can control it any longer, please. I need to- i need to go to the safe room,” He choked, trying his best to hold back the tears as he pulled tightly into himself. The previous events of his dream playing in his mind and what could’ve happened if he lost control with you so close.

It wasn’t unusual for Bruce to have his panic attacks, you always could calm him down, as well as his nightmares, but combining the two together would be a piece of work. You didn't know if you could.

“JARVIS, alert someone that Bruce is having a panic attack. I might need some help on this to calm him down. I’m just taking him to the Safe Room now,” You anxiously asked, as you slowly crawled over to Bruce who was currently hugging himself.

“Of course, y/n, right away” The smooth programs voice replied, alerting the fellow avengers for help.

“Okay, i’m going to help you up, yeah? Get you to your other room,” You got up and gingerly went to Bruce’s aid to help him onto his feet, he was wobbly at first but held himself up without your help.

In a second Bruce sped out of the room, one hand held on his head and the other helping him hold up right, you could barely keep up with the man as he sped to the elevator. Honestly you didn't know what you could do to help your boyfriend.

As the two of you made it down to the floor of the Safe Room, all of the avengers were sleepily (except Natasha who seemed to already be awake) waiting for the presence of the two of you.

“Hey big guy, is every-” The engineer asked groggily, sleep still sounding evident in his voice as he went to rest his hand on his friends shoulder, but before he could finish his sentence Bruce snapped, his brown eyes long lost to his alter ego’s green eyes.

“Stay back!” He yelled pushing Tony off of him, thankfully not too forcefully otherwise he would have flown straight through the glass window.

Bruce’s eyes softened and quickly returned back to his normal coloured chocolate eyes and his eyes welled with tears again, his hands returning to his head.

“I-I’m so sorry, but please- please just stay back, i don't want to hurt any of you,” he softly said, as he made his way to the room. The avengers keeping a good distance from the man hoping to not distress him.

You slowly walked alongside bruce, you too keeping somewhat a good distance, though as soon as you reached the room bruce instantly slammed the door in front of you. It hurt him to ever do that to you, knowing all that you were trying to do was help him, but he couldn't at all risk your safety.

He looked at you through the glass window of his room, your eyes glistening with tears. God you hated seeing him there, he wasn’t just some animal that had to be caged. It was ridiculous.

Bruce slowly took himself to the corner of the room and slid down the wall. He hugged his knees and rested his head upon them, and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

You could tell he was shaking, and mumbling things to himself to try and keep his temper down but it didn’t seem to be doing anything helpful anyway.

You held your hand up to the glass, a tear slipping from your eyes as you watched your boyfriend.

“Y/n, I think you should get some rest-“ Steve started as he spoke from behind.

“I’m not leaving him, I’m staying here until he comes out,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on Bruce.

“Cmon, I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t want you staying up all night just for him-“ Tony said, holding your shoulders to guide you back to your empty room - - without Bruce.

Bruce from inside the cage couldn’t hear anything but with his mind currently filled up with rage and anger he wasn’t exactly thinking straight but he could tell that you were distressed and Steve and Tony weren’t exactly helping you.

“NO! For fucks sake I’m not leaving him! Just piss off and leave us alone, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have bothered you all!” You pushed at Steve and Tony chests to get them both away and towards the exit.

And Bruce was up on his feet in a second, the other guy almost ripping through to try and protect you from any threat. In the back of his mind (that was all too blurry to even comprehend for Bruce) he knew that his friends were only just trying to help, most likely get you back to your room for some sleep. But The Other Guy didn’t see it that way, all that Bruce could grasp at the moment was that you were being hurt by these men and Bruce needed to help. The Hulk needed to smash.

Bruce walked up to the glass, swearing at the current men in front of you, which none of you could hear as the glass was so thick it was soundproof.

With a sudden touch of Steve when he went to try and calm you down, as tears poured down your face, the hulk was released. Bruce held tightly at his head, pulling at his hair, but it was all too much. The hulk was too strong at this moment and he couldn't stop him. And so you, Tony and Steve were stopped mid sentence when you could easily hear the deafening roar of the monster.

“Bruce,” You murmured, as you looked upon the beast.

You walked slowly to the glass and held your hand up to it, the hulk tilting his head confused, seconds ago he could of sworn you were in danger and now what was happening? You seemed pretty okay, aside from the little tears he could just see in your eyes. You then walked to the door of the safe room where you went to open it.

“Do you think that is such a wise move, Lady y/n?” You heard the voice of the god of thunder echo through the room.

You only smiled before looking up, noticing that everyone still had stayed in the room for Bruce, and nodded your head.

“He would never hurt me, he loves me, the only reason he transformed was because he thought i was getting hurt when Steve and Tony were trying to take me out, So i just need him to know i’m alright,” And with that you walked calmly into the big room.

You smiled at the beast among you, he looked down at you intently checking for any signs of injury, but thankfully he found none.

“Why y/n sad?” Hulk finally said as he took a seat in front of you, crossing his legs together. As if a child sitting in front of their teacher, waiting to be told a story.

You chuckled softly wiping the tears away and sat in front of hulk.

“I was worried about Bruce, he had a nightmare and wasn’t coping too well,” You simply explained to the big goliath in front of you.

Silence washed over the two of you and it was nice. Even Hulk could have agreed, he had never gotten the chance to just sit calmly and not have to worry about anything in the world.

“Hulk? Can you promise me something?” You interrupted the silence, hulk grunted and softly nodded his head in response.

“Will you look after Bruce for me? I’m not as special or strong as you are, i try my best to but with your help we can keep Bruce safe. Do you think you can do that, Big Guy? For me?” You leaned out and held the Hulk’s giant size hand in yours and looked into his bright green eyes.

Again the Hulk nodded in response, understanding fully what he had been requested to do.

You got up and wrapped your arms around the large beast and rested your head against his warm chest. Hulk not really knowing what to do with this small human on him just softly put his hand on your back and held you close.

Before you knew it the man in your arms was shrinking back to normal size and you couldn’t help but softly smile.

“Y/n? W-what are you doing?”

“Shh, Bruce i was enjoying the moment. Really you’re a good hugger-- and warm,” You giggled digging more into Bruce’s bare chest.

“Please don’t tell me you came in here and hugged the other guy?”

“That Bruce, is exactly what I did. Plus we spoke about… things,” you smiled.

Bruce sighed pushing you softly from his chest holding your arms.

“You do realise I could’ve killed you? If that happened I-“

“Bruce, I know you’re worried about hurting me but trust me when I say, I can handle myself. The Hulk is honestly the last person that would hurt me,” you replied hoping to finally get that through to him.

Bruce didn’t say anything else but just looked deeply into your e/c eyes, trying to search for something, you wouldn’t know. He softly hummed, a small smile setting on his face before enveloping you in his warm arms once again.

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Leave - Bruce x Natasha

Title: Leave

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 965

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Natasha finds Bruce and questions him on his intentions on leaving her and the rest of the team.

Authors Note: im so sorry I haven't been active lately I just haven't had any motivation to write tbh so here have this piece of trash...

“Bruce, I came all this way because i love you. You can’t just turn me away now. After everything!” Natasha said desperately, she hated the way she sounded but she couldn't care anymore. She couldn't leave him here.

Bruce stumbled backwards, backing away as far as he could from her. Thumping hardly against the bench behind him. He had to get away. He couldn't be here. Not with her. Not right now.

“I- How’d you find me? I made sure to stay off the radar… I was careful-” He babbled, holding the kitchen bench tightly, his knuckles turning white. While Natasha took another step forward towards him.

“That’s not the point. The point is to bring you back home-”

“I don't have a home. I never did, now please… please just leave me alone,” He was slowly beginning to get irritated, no one ever listened to him. Why couldn’t he just be left alone?

“So that's it? That’s how it's going to end?” She began, her face filled with nothing but confusion and hurt as she walked slowly over to the physicist.

“Why, Bruce? Please just tell me why you ran, why you wont come back to me,” She was inches away from Bruce now and he could feel her hot breath on his neck, causing goosebumps to form all over.

He turned his head in guilt not looking into Natashas crystal green eyes, ones that were starting to glisten with tears.

“Because i don't deserve you… anything that i had back-” he was going to say that word, that word that he wanted so badly but knew he could never have. If he did then it’d make it reality that he did in fact have a home, and he couldn't live with that.

“I’m a monster, ‘Tasha. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if i hurt you or anyone else,” He finished, as he walked over to the one chair at the dining table, leaning against it for support. He made sure to keep his breathing slow and even.

“You’re not a monster, you’re a good person. I’m not leaving without you-”

“Yes, you will. Now please… please just leave me alone,” He practically begged her, but Natasha didn’t move one inch.

“Natasha…” He said warningly, his voice deep and husky as he gripped the chair tightly.

“I am not leaving unless-”

“I SAID GO!” He bellowed, and Natasha practically jumped out of her skin from the sudden voice change.

Bruce chest moved harshly up and down at his quickened breathing, but he showed no signs of changing. not yet, at least.

Natasha watched Bruce’s movement carefully, watching for his next move. He could be so predictable but yet unpredictable at the same time. SHe knew the amount of stress he was undergoing right now, but she wouldn’t- couldn’t leave him alone out here. He finally had a home, had someone who loved him, friends who adored him, but yet he didn’t want any of it. What would she have to do to convince him?

“Bruce,” She said slowly and softly, Bruce knew how stubborn she was. She wasn't going to give up after a little scare.

“You have friends who love you, a home, me-“ she stopped, her voice catching in her throat, god she felt so stupid being so vulnerable. It wasn’t normal for her to be like this, and Bruce saw that.

“Don’t you want any of that?” Bruce scoffed, snapping his head up to look at the assassin.

“Of course I do! But I cant put you all in any more danger, can't you just understand that- please!”

“You’re hearing yourself right?”

Bruce frowned slightly, why couldn’t she just understand?!

“You’re talking about a god, a super soldier, two assassins and well- the Tony Stark. Do you honestly think anyone can hurt us?”

Well, she had a point. Bruce was acting as though his friends were nothing. As if they couldn’t handle someone like Ross? They were the Avengers for christ sake! But Ross wasnt just the problem, he was! He was the real monster. The monster that nobody could ever get rid of or kill.

Bruce was silent for a beat, unable to say anything other than ‘Im so sorry, i shouldnt have left you. I promise you i wont ever do it again,’. But the thing was he didnt know if he could say that. Could he live a life with Natasha? Does he deserve a life like that?

“Please, just say something-” Nat quitely spoke up, her fragie shaky voice breaking through. God, did she hate herself at the moment for being so weak and vulnerable.

But Bruce didn't respond. Only keeping his dark glassy eyes on the chair his hands were tightly grasping. He couldn't respond, he didn't know how to respond.

And so with that Natasha scoffed, shaking her head upon him, tears beginning to fall down her soft cheeks.

“A coward, that's all you are. And here i was thinking you were different from all the rest.” Natasha snarled, venom dripping from each word as she looked at Bruce carefully.

With that, Natasha left. She left behind the man she fell so deeply in love with from the day she met him. The man she felt as though she could truly be herself with. The man she had hoped would disappear and run away with. This was the man who she thought she would spend the rest of her life with.

“Is he coming?” Steve asked carefully, as she saw Natasha storm out of the run down house. He could feel the tension practically radiating from her and knew it didn't end well.

“No.”

And so they left, hearing nothing but the distance roars of the man she will forever yearn for.

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Thanksgiving - Bucky x Reader

Title: Thanksgiving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 868

Warnings: None

Prompt: #97 “You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.” for anon

Authors Note: yuck this is so bad Im actually so embarrassed to post this anyway im so sorry for this trash

So the whole team thought it’d be a great idea to celebrate Thanksgiving when everyone was finally going to be around. No one off on a mission or in another realm. They were finally together, as a whole family. Now of course to you, it seemed like a great idea, but you hated Thanksgiving. It was a day you hated the most out of all holidays as it wasn’t one you liked to remember. But of course you hasn’t told anyone of that. Not even your boyfriend, Bucky.

You loved him with everything you had and told him everything you could, just not that one secret. You didn’t even know if you could ever tell anyone about it. You had never spoken about it with anyone before because if you did, it made it reality and you couldn’t live with that.

You really didn’t know how you were going to get out of this situation tonight. You didn’t know if you were just going to sneak out whenever you saw the chance or just deal with it and be a sad sap during dinner or act as though everything was fine. Normally you would curl up in your bed and cry until you just couldn’t anymore. But it was different now.

“Hey everyone’s getting ready to eat, are you okay in there?” you heard a soft knock at the bathroom door where you were currently hauled up thinking of ways to escape this situation.

“i-i’ll be there in a minute,”

“You know i can tell just by your voice that you’re lying, what’s wrong?” Bucky spoke up once again and you sighed shaking your head.

God he knew you so well it sometimes sucked. You never could lie to Buck, he just had a way of knowing. You never knew how.

He slowly opened the bathroom door to see you sitting upon the closed toilet seat with red puffy eyes. He was by your side in a flash his hands reaching for yours in comfort.

“hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” he soothed, as he rubbed soft circles with his thumbs in your palms.

And of course you broke at that. Tears spurt from your already red glassy eyes and Bucky enveloped you in a bone crushing hug. He honestly didn’t know what had made you so upset, he just hoped it wasn’t something he had done wrong.

The two of you sat there for 15 minutes, Bucky whispering small but comforting words into your ears as he rubbed your back. You couldn’t help but just love the embrace he currently had you in, you snuggled into the crook of his neck wanting as much as the warmth his body created.

Finally Bucky pulled away from the long hug and looked deeply into your eyes, trying to find something- anything to answer the question that was running through his mind.

“What’s happened?” He asked slowly and carefully.

And of course you had to tell him, so you did. You spilled everything horrific that had happened on this day and immediately Bucky understood. And surprisingly after telling someone your shoulders felt a hundred times lighter. And you felt free. Like the burden suddenly had lifted. Of course you still felt the horrible pain of it all but you felt good telling someone after so many years of bottling up so many emotions. Bucky of course was loving and supportive through every bit, giving you kisses on your hand every time a tear shedded. And he just let you blabber for as long as you wanted. Interested in nothing other than your life and your beautiful voice.

An hour and a half had finally passed and Bucky thought it was finally time to get back to dinner. Though he was positive everyone probably had finished and headed off.

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving, so if there isn’t anything left for you i’ll go out and buy you something,” he commented as the two of you finally made your way to the kitchen, hand in hand.

Much to you and Bucky’s surprise nothing on the table had been eaten, instead wrapped nicely up in plastic wrap waiting to be eaten.

Everyone had been sitting around on the couch watching a movie while they waited for the two of you to show your faces. Tony was of course a little bit peeved off on how long you took but everyone made sure you all ate together.

“Thank you... for everything tonight,” you quietly said to Bucky, as everyone happily talked amongst each other taking pieces of food they desired.

Bucky looked aside to face you and smiled. God every time he smiled his beautiful eyes glistened and it felt as though the whole world would just stand still. Nothing ever mattered when he smiled like that.

“i’ll always be there for you, no matter what. You know that right?”

You couldn’t help but smile at that and peck his soft lips.

“i know and i love you for that,”

He wrapped his hands tightly around yours once again and you knew he was true to his word. Nothing would matter as long as he was in your world.

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Another Love - Dean x Reader

Title: Another Love, based off the song by Tom Odell

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None but angst I guess

Word Count: 1035

Authors Note: Soo I was going to write more on this but ive been leaving this for ages so I thought i would just leave it at that aha. any who this is something a little bit different to my normal stuff but I hope u enjoy!

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care But it’s so so cold and I don’t know where

Dean had always dreamt of taking you somewhere away from here, somewhere the both of you could just relax for the first time ever. Though he knew that it was never an option, not for a hunter anyway. You wondered many times when the two of you would get a break together. Always wanting to take any chance you could and run away from everyone and everything. The whole world surely would keep on spinning without the two of you hunting. Nevertheless, that wasn’t how things went and you knew that Dean, or you for the matter, would ever be able to stop.

I bought you daffodils in a pretty string But they won’t flower like they did last spring

You remembered the first couple of weeks that you begun to date the elder Winchester, he never agreed with you in hunting with them so every time he’d come back he’d have a daffodil in his hand to give to you. That was every damn time. And you loved it. You wished for it to never stop. The string that always hung from the beautiful bunch, that then had a special note dangling off it with something different written on it every time. Every time making your heart melt. Though the flowers he brought you every hunt began to lessen and lessen after each passing hunt he went on. Then you decided to join in on the hunting after a heated fight that you two had. But still you waited for Dean to have a bunch of daffodils in his hand, in a pretty sting with a beautiful note attached to it.

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I’m just so tired to share my nights

“God- I know! I know! I just cant-“ Dean rubbed his face, trying his best to keep himself together.

“What, Dean? Are you in love with someone else? Is that it?!” You snapped back, you didn’t bother keeping back the tears that currently were pouring down your soft cheeks.

Dean looked up from the ground, his glassy eyes coming into contact with your puffing red ones.

“I cant love you, y/n,” Those were the words that shook you right to the core.

And here you thought you were actually going to have a life with Dean. Get away from hunting and start your own chapter in life. Where the two of you were happy, with a house with a white picket fence and kids at your feet.

“I want to love you of course I do. But I cant. I don’t know if I ever will. Im sorry, I really am.”

You scoffed at him, turning around to face the other direction of the bunker not daring to look back at him. You felt as though if you did you would shatter completely to pieces. Dean softly put his hand on your shoulder, wanting nothing more to envelop you into a kiss right there and then. But it would mean nothing more than a kiss would it? Dean of course wasn’t cheating, never would he do that but he could feel his heart longing for someone else. What he felt for you wasn’t love, it was something to hide how he really felt about this certain someone for a while now. He couldn’t stand making you feel unloved but he never loved you from the start. Sure there was something there, but not enough. It was never enough. From the beginning you could always feel something missing, even from something as simple as him stopping giving you flowers. You never wanted to admit it though, of course.

“I’m just so tired of pretending,” You could hear the crack in Deans voice.

You softly pushed Deans hand off, expecting to see Dean cheeks dripping of tears, though there wasn’t any. I want to cry and I want to love But all my tears have been used up

“I wanted to love you y/n and I tried. But I only used you to cover who I was afraid to love.” So many emotions were running through Deans mind, but at this point he couldn’t cry no matter what.

All his tears had been used up.

“Okay, alright, I understand,” You softly said with a nod as you rubbed your tears stained cheeks, trying your best to put on a smile.

You didn't understand. Not one bloody bit. You meant nothing to Dean. Maybe you did, but right now you didn't feel anything. Dean had used you to just cover up the feelings of someone else he truly loved. You just felt empty and tired.

“I just want to know- I deserve to know who you’re truly in love with,”

Dean sucked in a breath, looking upon your face. He couldn’t. He couldn’t say. He hadn’t even said it to himself. He didn’t even want to mention their name anymore. He had mourned about it and cried himself to sleep too many times to count.

“Cas.” He said, still his eyes glued into your crystal e/c ones.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” your eyes widened as you brought your hand to your mouth.

Castiel had been killed a couple of months ago and you could tell the effect it had on both of the Winchesters, but you could specifically tell how massively Dean took it. It all made somewhat sense now.

Every now and then you have caught him praying to Castiel, pleading from him to come back. Dean began to drink a whole lot more and spent most of his days in his room. I guess you could say that’s when you could tell that there was something between the two of you missing.

And you always did feel the bond the two men felt between each other but you could never pin point it.

“It’s fine, really, I-” Dean lied and you caught it in a second.

He was the man you love after all, you knew everything about him.

“No- its not.”

On another love Another love All my tears have been used up…

(Yeahhh I didn't know how to end it here but whatever lmao hope u enjoyed!)

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bannerswife · 6 years

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A New Family Member - Dean x Reader

Title: A New Family Member

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1531

Warnings: None I think

Prompt: #10 “The ladies love a guy who's good with kids.” and #13 “I lost our baby.” for @superlightalternateuniverse88

Authors Note: I don't know if I'm happy with this, any who I hope u somewhat like it! <3

“What was that?” Sam quietly asked, machete gripped tightly in his hands.

A rustling sound was heard again coming from a room furthest away in the house, you frowned and looked between the two Winchesters.

“I thought you said we killed everyone of the stupid sons of a bitches?” You replied, as you stepped over a headless corpse towards the hallway.

It had been an extremely long and exhausting hunt and honestly you just wanted to get out of your blood drenched clothes and have a hot steamy shower with Dean right by your side. But no, not today.

Quietly and carefully you made your way towards the room, your machete held out in front of you ready for anything. In a quick motion you swiftly opened the door, with Sam and Dean behind, only to be stunned to see a small child sitting on the ground. Your heart turned to complete mush upon seeing such an innocent face playing by herself with her barbie dolls. Completely unaware that her parents had just been mauled by the monsters that she thought were only bad dreams.

“Where’s mummy?” The small child softly asked as she cocked her head to the side.

She had such beautiful blonde curls that fell from her shoulders, and plump red lips with incredible green eyes. Much like your boyfriends.

“Oh my god, it’s a child,” You stated as you looked back at the boys, they too with the same surprised expression across their faces.

You gingerly walked up to the small child and sat next to her with the toys sprawled amongst you. You picked up a barbie doll and brushed through the long fake but pretty locks. This was a lifestyle you had wished but never have gotten. You wanted to have a child so badly but you knew you couldn't raise one in the life you had. But maybe you could? Your parents had done so and much to everyone’s surprise they are all still alive after the years of hunting. Lets just say your family was as well sorta famous just like the Winchesters. Maybe you could raise this child with the help of Sam and Dean.

“We need this child, im taking it. It has no family so we’re its family now, end of discussion. Lets go,” The brothers didn't get one say in the matter and they knew that they were never going to anyway so, they kept their mouths shut at all times.

They understood and agreed that this child did indeed need a home but were still uneasy about bringing it into their chaotic and insane lives. But, Dean as well had wanted to have a child so badly. He wanted to have a life where it didn’t involve having to kill monsters on a daily or have the burden of saving the whole goddamn world.

“Ya know, the ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” You commented as the three of you walked out of the house into the chilly air outside, the little child in your arms snuggling close into the crook of your neck.

“Oh? Well in that case I definitely need the child,” Dean said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

You giggled and softly hopped into the car, and placed the child on the seat in the middle buckling her tightly up.

“I just need to talk to Dean for a little while you stay right here,” you told the girl, who still hadn't spoken since she asked for her mother. You couldn't imagine what was going on in the poor girls head at the moment.

You smiled before getting out of the car and facing the stern face of the elder WInchester.

“Is this really a smart idea? I mean we can't look after this kid doing what we do,”

“Why? I grew up in this sorta life. Sam did. And you did as well. It’s possible Dean and i think we can do it, i mean look at her. She's adorable!” You pointed back into the seat where the child was obediently sitting and waiting. You had made sure on the way out for her to pick up as many of her soft toys as she could and so, she took a whole handful that she was now holding with all her might.

“Please Dean. This is all i’ve ever wanted and now we can help this girl’s life. We don't even know if she has any more family who would take her in. And if not then she’ll just be in foster care most of her life and i wouldn't want that if we can help.” You begged Dean and you knew you were winning by a long shot.

Dean’s stone hard face turned soft and he threw his hands in the air in defeat.

“Alright whatever, sure. You got a name from her yet?” He asked as he walked towards his side of the car, Sam too only just joining in on the conversation after discarding the corpses.

“Uh- no, she’s been mute since she asked for her mum,” You explained, Dean nodding in response.

The three of you all jumped into the car and turned to look at the little girl, you could tell she shrunk into herself from all the peering eyes targeted at her.

“So, kid, you got a name?” Dean finally spoke up, the child flinching a little at the deep harsh voice of the man.

“Dean, you’re scaring her,” Sam commented before he noticed a certain toy stuffed under her arm.

“Hey, i used to have one of those too! Snugabear, wasn't it called? Man, i loved that thing,” Dean simply scoffed clearly remembering the toy but her eyes lit up like it was christmas. She quickly nodded her head.

“My mummy gave him to me when i was fwee!” She excitedly said, holding up her three small delicate fingers to show Sam.

“Okay so i know little Snugabear’s name there, what is yours?” He made sure to keep his voice as soft as possible and to keep a warm smile across his lips. And thankfully she happily responded.

“‘Livia! What’s yours?” She said, looking around the car hoping to get to know each and everyone's names. Slowly she began to gain trust of these strangers.

“I’m Sam, and this is Dean and y/n,”

“Where’s my Mummy and Daddy?”

Your eyes widened and you looked to the also now wide eyed Winchesters. Dean coughed and spun himself back around to face the front of the car, signalling he wasn't the one to break the news.

“Well sweety, you see… uh- your mummy and daddy aren't going to be around anymore they- they’ve gone on a holiday-” You honestly didn't know what else to say, no way in hell would you tell her the truth that would be for another heat breaking day.

“Without me?” You could see Olivia’s head going a hundred miles an hour as she tried to understand why the people who were supposed to be by her side for most of her life would just up and leave her like that without even a goodbye. It shattered her.

“I- um,” You were at a complete loss of words and so was everyone else in the car. You all didn't know what the hell to say to this poor girl.

Months have passed and honestly you couldn't be anymore happier with life right now. You had everything you wanted. A loving boyfriend, an amazing best friend and a down right adorable daughter. It took a little while for Olivia to warm up to the idea of calling you her Mummy and Dean her Daddy, but as soon as it accidentally slipped from her mouth one day she couldn't stop.

Currently you, Olivia and Dean were in the shops for some food and a new toy Olivia had been begging for this past week. You had promised her one only if she slept in her own bed for three nights and sure enough she listened and did what was requested, giving you and Dean finally some alone time.

You were picking out bread when a breathless Dean came running to your side.

“I lost our baby, i- i don't know where she went. I was with her one second and-” He huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“YOU LOST OLIVIA?!” You screamed, the people all around you stopping and staring.

Thankfully your little one came running into your arms at the sound of her name. You dropped to your knees and squeezed her.

“God, you scared me i thought i lost you,”

“Nope i was just getting my toy, see?” She held up the adorable soft toy to your face and you smiled.

“I love you so much sweetheart,” You said hugging her again, she squeezed you tight.

“I wuv you too mummy,”

“Yeahhh, i'll just wait here,” Dean finally spoke up.

“I guess i love you too,” Your replied with a smirk upon your lips, standing up to Deans level.

“You better,” And with that Dean gave you a soft peck on the lips and a soft kiss on the crown of Olivia’s head.

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I’m Not Wearing A Tie... - Clint x Reader

Title: I’m Not Wearing A Tie

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader (female)

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: Theres some cussing but thats it :))

Prompt: #74 “I’m not wearing a tie” for @culturebay

Authors Note: I HATE this with a complete passion I am so dearly sorry for writing this mess of a pic. gosh I just wanna delete this and my life ugh sorry again

Currently you were in the bathroom getting ready when you suddenly heard the bing of your phone, a sigh escaped your lips upon reading the message you had received. Why was he like this?

Clint: I’m not wearing a tie...

You: what do you mean you’re not? you needa wear one, you’re supposed to look nice and formal ffs.

Clint: but i don’t have one :(

You: omfg just go get one from Stark, we need to be there in 15!!!!

Clint: stop stressing me out!! (ง'̀-'́)ง

You shook your head dismissively, putting your phone on the bench of the bathroom. The two of you were about to go on an undercover mission at some restaurant, nothing that was major, just get some information and then get out. You didn’t even know why Clint was coming, it really wasn't anything that you’d need back up for.

The man always did tend to get on your nerves but i guess that’s what you get when he’s you best friend as well as boyfriend. And well, you couldn’t help but love him, annoying and all.

“You do realise you literally could’ve walked in here and spoken to me?” you called from the bathroom as you finished the rest of your makeup.

You weren’t wearing a lot, just a natural look with soft red lipstick. And the dress you wore was simply beautiful, it accentuated your figure amazingly and showed the curves on your body. You really didn't need much to show the true beauty of yourself. Though you did feel completely uncomfortable and annoyed in having to wear both makeup and a dress on the mission, you had never even worn any of this ever in your life. You never knew why but it never really fascinated you like it did with others. You pulled at your bra and down at the dress, sighing angrily as he felt so uncomfortable and itchy. The dress felt like your ass was on full display at the moment. Gosh you couldn’t wait for this night to end.

“Yeah but i- wow... you look beautiful,” Clint stated as he walked into the bathroom, whistling as he took in your form.

His eyes traced down from your soft face to your burgundy dress you wore, he could hardly keep his eyes from widening. You smiled in response and then looked upon his handsome appearance.

The suit he wore was ash grey, sharp-looking and well fitted. Perfect for his physique, making him looking even more handsome than he was (if that was even possible), and god damn when he smiled- that stupid breathtaking smile that always took you from your feet, was completely magical. Maybe- just maybe this night won't be so bad at all. And you might finally be able to spend a little bit of time with Clint, things at the moment had been hectic and the two of you had barely spent any time together.

“You don't look too bad yourself,” You said after observing him very closely, a smirk still playing on your lips.

“But you know what? It’d look so much better with a tie. Go and quickly get one otherwise we’re gonna be late for this stupid party!” You pushed at Clint’s broad chest out of the room to get him moving, thankfully he did.

“Alright, alright! I’ll meet you in the car, i'll be quick,” He yelled out, before he left he gave you a swift peck on your pouted lips and ran off to Stark’s floor of the tower.

In the nick of time the two of you had arrived to the restaurant you had been briefed on going to. You frowned, pulling at your bra for the fiftieth time tonight as you looked at the place in front of you.

“Shouldn't this place be- i dont know… more busy?” Clint voiced your thoughts as he walked over to your side.

“Are you sure this is the right place? Knowing you you probably got the wrong address,” You asked, chuckling at Clints offended face.

“Hey! I’m not that bad alright. Trust me this is the address i was sent. Lets just check it out first,”

What you didn't know as you scoped the restaurant that (courtesy of Tony Stark for buying the place out for the two of you) there was no mission at all. Sure, maybe Clint could’ve just simply asked ‘Hey wanna go out for dinner tonight?’ but there’s hardly enough fun in that so here you were, getting completely fooled by the trickster.

You stalked around the restaurant looking for any signs of people but all there was were a couple of workers inside. You were currently fueling with rage, you could be at home on the couch watching netflix while eating chocolate. But no, this stupid mission turned out to be a flunk.

“This is complete bullshit were going back home,” You spat as you stormed back to the car with a huff.

“Nuh-uh not yet, sweetheart. C’mon,” Clint said as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the restaurant.

You struggled against his grip but of course he was far too strong against you and for whatever reason he dragged you into the empty restaurant.

As he walked in a very slim and tall lady welcomed you both and asked if the two of you had a reservation.

“Yeah, it should be under Stark,” He responded and your frown deepened even more.

“What the fuck is happening?” You whisper-shouted to your boyfriend and he only chuckled in response.

“Well i thought by now you’d have gotten the memo,” He replied before he began following the lady to your booked table.

You couldn't help but stare around at the place in complete awe, it really was beautiful.

The two of you finally took a seat at your table and as soon as the waitress left you bombarded the archer with questions. Before you could finish your last question Clint launched from over the table and deeply kissed your plump lips, he couldn't help it. He honestly loved seeing you all riled up. Hence why he always loved playing stupid silly pranks on you. It was the same reaction every single time, a whole heap of yelling that is normally filled with a series of cursing.

“Will you just shut up for one second?” Clint spoke as he finally pulled back from your face, you nodded in response.

“I just thought we needed to spend some time together and so i know how much you love surprises...” You rolled your eyes at that, you absolutely hated surprises and you knew clint will always use it against you.

“So i set this up for you. I mean look at this place, isn't it amazing?”

You smiled softly and nodded your head as you went and held Clint’s hand.

“It’s amazing, thank you” you said and Clint’s face lit up in happiness.

The night was long and memorable and filled with so much laughter the workers all thought the two of you may wet yourselves (thankfully you both did not). Just as the two of you finally were ready to leave you only then noticed the tie that complimented his suit wonderfully.

“That tie looks very handsome on you. It brings out the colour in your eyes,” You giggled, as you held your hand upon his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I think i'm going to steal it from Tony,”

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Everything Will Be Okay

Title: Everything Will Be Okay

Parings: Bruce Banner x Reader

Word Count: 745

Warnings: bad attempt at angst pls forgive me

Prompt: #51. “I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay.” from @deanbe4n

A/N: i hope you crawl up into a ball and cry yourself to sleep tonight but you probably wont cause this sucks too much. also bruce is like not even bruce,, so wow have fun. also im sorry u should know that i don’t proof read after 12 am,, it’s 12.01 am

You don’t know when it started but everything just kept going down hill from whenever it started. You didn’t believe things could become any worse but it was happening. You believed that somebody hated you so much that they were putting you through this, you believed that.

You had a bad feeling that something terrible was going to happen, you just didn’t know how to stop it. Your best friend for life was hit by a car, he wasn’t looking where he was going. The doctor said that they could save his life but he was already in a lot of pain. You didn’t have money to save his life and it was better to let him rest in peace. This was the worst time to lose him. He had been there through your high school depression, he had helped you through so much.

You held onto his soft golden fur and the tears poured from your eyes. He was the most loving, caring and kindest dog you could ever have. He helped you from staying away from suicide after you older sister took her own life. It seemed like life hated you and only wanted you to suffer.

Although you’re an avenger you keep to yourself mostly. You’re mostly closest with Bruce Banner, the man who turns into a raging green monster. He’s a very kind man and has always looked out for you. It was like the man knew when you weren’t feeling so good even though you mainly keep to yourself. You hated showing your weakness although it seemed you were constantly sad and always putting on a fake smile for the team.

You hid away in your bedroom of darkness, crying not knowing what else to do. You thought back to when everything seemed so much simpler, when you were filled with nothing but happiness feeling like nothing could crush you little world. You thought back to when you first got Buddy, he was so small, cute and happy. He brought so much happiness to you and your sister’s world. You both lost your parents when you were younger. She was keeping the two of you out of the Police’s hands and child services. But her decision also left you with nothing when she decided to leave you.

You heard a soft knock on your door and then your door opening and softly shutting again. You had your soft blanket covered over you. Your fairy lights that continuously shined showed your outline on the bed amongst pillows and the blanket. Bruce had come in to check up on you, he was about to turn around and leave when he heard you sniffle. You weren’t okay.

He lightly moved his way over to your bed and laid on top of the covers next to you. As he moved closer he could he your whimpers and sniffles a lot more clearer. He placed a hand on your back and gently rubbed your back.

“(y/n), what’s wrong? Where’s Buddy? I haven’t seen him for weeks.” The mention of Buddy’s name makes you cry harder.

“H-he’s gone, just like everyone else. They all just leave, maybe I should too.” You pull your head out from the covers but still face away from Bruce.

“No, don’t you dare say that. I know you’ve been through a lot of shit even though you don’t say anything but you have to keep going, let me show you the light in this dark world of yours.” he said softly.

“You don’t know jack shit Bruce. You don’t know anything, just leave me alone.” you spit at him. You denied needing help, you denied that you wanted help, especially from him.

He suddenly crawled underneath the blanket and made you turn around to look at him, only for him to see your tear-stained face.

“I know you well enough. I know that you want happiness, just let me in. Fight me all you like but I will always be here for you.”

It goes silent for at least fifteen minutes before you decide to speak up.

“I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay.”

Suddenly there’s some movement and shifting behind you. Bruce holds you in his warm arms safely and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise you.” he whispers.

You know that everything will be okay as long as he hangs around.

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Mornings - Bruce x Natasha

Title: Mornings

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: none, except fluff. but if there is let me know!

Word Count: 2707

Summary: just a series of short stories of Bruce and Natasha’s mornings together.

Authors Note: okay kinda happy with this tbh ALSO there is a part where Russian is spoken and idk if its correct cause I don't know Russian at all oops. so I'm so sorry if its incorrect I only had google as my resource. but anyway, enjoyyy :))

Morning one:

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” Natasha heard the faint whisper of her significant other from behind.

She then felt his strong arms wrapping around her stomach, pulling her closer into him. The warmth spreading between each other, as he closed the gap between them.

“Mm,” She mumbled, hugging Bruce’s hands that were at her abdomen, pulling him as close in as possible. Knowing she was safe in his arms no matter what happened.

Bruce smiled softly, feeling her pull him in tighter as well as hearing her tired voice. Gosh she had such a beautiful morning voice, actually no- she had an amazing voice no matter what. He will never be able to get over the woman he currently had enveloped in his arms. It all was so surreal. He didn’t deserve a woman like her. He didn't deserve anyone. And yet here she was, currently head over heels in love with him.

Natasha rolled over to face Bruce, the faint morning light seeping through the blinds touching his face. Brightening his beautiful chocolate eyes and long curly brown hair. She noticed the soft smile playing upon her boyfriends lips and couldn't help but smile back.

“What?” She asked, her smile not leaving her face.

“Just thinking how I ended up with such a beautiful woman,” He replied, bringing his hand up to her face.

She couldn't help but lean into his touch, not wanting to be any further away from him then now. If only they could spend forever like this.

Bruce gingerly leaned in giving her a soft kiss on the lips, tasting the chapstick that she applied nightly on her lips.

“Come on, we should get up before Tony comes bursting in here blasting AC/DC,” Bruce chuckled at the thought, Natasha grimacing.

“If he tries i'll shoot him in the kneecaps,” She said, making the two lovers laugh at the idea.

“I would love to see that,” He stated, running his hands through her short red silky hair.

Bruce finally pushed himself up, hanging his legs over the side of the bed before letting out a massive yawn.

“Just lie with me for a little while longer, please?”

Bruce looked back into Nat’s needy eyes, feeling his heart melt at the sight.

“Don’t make me do it,” She threatened, pulling her hands up before twinkling them at him.

“You wouldn’t,” he dared, his eyes widening as a smile grew.

Before he knew it natasha lunged at him with incredible speed tickling at his sides. Bruce kicked and thrashed trying his best to evade the deathly tickles that Natasha was currently giving.

“O-kay, o-ookay, stoooop!” bruce couldn’t stop giggling as Natasha attacked every part of his body with playful tickles.

“I yield- i yield! We can have five more minutes,” He huffed, trying to compose himself after the fit of laughter.

Natasha smirked as Bruce layed back down next to her, feeling a rise of victory. She placed her head over his bare chest listening to his fastened heart rate slowing down, and couldn't help but humm in bliss as she then wrapped her arms his body. Him too humming back in response, as he hugged her back.

Those five minutes turned out to be half an hour.

Morning two:

Bruce awoke to the sound of the shower going in the room next to him, tiredly he looked over to the glowing clock on the bedside only for it to read 3:00am. He sighed, squinting at the direction of the shower, the door that was slightly ajar leaked a bit of light into the room that only just reached his eyes.

“‘Tasha?” He groggirly asked, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up.

He didn't get a response back and couldn’t help but get nervous. Was she okay? Did something happen? Did she always do this without him realising? Was something wrong? Was she planning on leaving without letting Bruce know? Before he knew it the door suddenly opened revealing Natasha in a oversized tee (that had actually belonged to Bruce but she loved it that much she stole it).

“Oh, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you,” Natasha asked and bruce could immediately tell something was wrong simply by her voice as well as the red puffy eyes she now had.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly getting himself up out of bed.

Nat shook her head, quickly wiping tears that fell from her eyes. God she felt pathetic. She hoped she didn't wake him up to deal with the humiliation.

“It’s nothing, don't worry about it. Just go back to sleep,” she softly smiled, turning the light off in the bathroom and hopped into bed.

“I love you,” Bruce said, breaking the silence that had filled the air after tucking himself back into bed.

Though Bruce couldn't see it in the darkness of the room, Natasha smiled.

“I love you too, big guy,”

And Bruce smiled back as well.

“Can you- can you hold me, Bruce?” Bruce couldn't help but break upon hearing her voice, she sounded so fragile.

“Of course, come here,”

Bruce held his arms out for Natasha to crawl in and held her close to him, making her feel protected like she always did every night.

And the two of them fell back into a beautiful abiss of deep sleep in each others loving arms.

Morning three:

“Natasha, honey?” Natasha awoke to the beautiful voice of her boyfriend as he currently stood above her, clearly dressed and fully awake.

“I’ve made breakfast for you,” He said, smiling upon her tired form as she wrapped her arms around her pillow.

Natasha smiled, opening her eyes to look up at Bruce’s soft features. She pulled herself slowly up, and raised her arms high over her head reaching out to Bruce like a toddler wanting their mother to carry them.

“You want me to carry you?” Bruce laughed, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side.

“‘m tired, pleaseee,” Natasha muttered, giving Bruce her best puppy dog eyes.

It obviously worked because Bruce couldn’t help but cave in to picking her up. So, with strong arms he slipped his hands up from underneath her and pulled her into a bridal style position. With much ease (as she was extremely light) he carefully carried her out of the darkly lit room into the kitchen, Nat couldn’t help but moan in pleasure upon smelling the delicious meal.

“My god, what have you been cooking?” she asked, Bruce smiling with proudness at his work.

“Just a little something, for a special someone,” he replied, kissing her upon the forehead before settling down on a stool at the marble island bench.

Natasha smirked and looked at the beautifully prepared dish in front of her, the smell of it completely putting her in a happy state of mind.

What currently laid in front of the spy was an amazingly prepared stack of red velvet pancakes, shaped into hearts, it honestly was beautiful.

Natasha basically scoffed all five of the pancakes that her loving boyfriend had placed on her plate, not able to stop. Just as she was about to grab another she was carefully grabbed around her waist and pulled up only to be held by Bruce.

“я люблю тебя” He whispered into her ears as he held her close, nibbling softly on her earlobes.

Natasha couldn't help but giggle softly, looking up into his brown chocolate eyes.

“I never knew you could speak russian, doc.” She acknowledged, impressed that her boyfriend could speak her native language.

“There are alot of things you don't know about me Miss Romanoff,” he smirked, kissing her forehead once again.

“Happy valentines day, sweetheart,”

“С Днем святого Валентина, девушка,” Bruce’s eyes slightly widened in panic a small awkward smile playing upon his lips and Natasha couldn't help but laugh.

“And here i was thinking you actually knew russian, you just google translated that didnt you?”

“Uh yeah- i was hoping that was good enough,” He grinned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was perfect,” She replied, giving him a peck on the cheek before stuffing the rest of the pancakes in her face.

Morning four:

Natasha couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as she combed her beautiful silky red hair, barely even able to keep her eyes open any longer. yesterday the team had been on an extremely long mission and natasha couldn’t help but feel worn out and drained. She couldn't even imagine what was Bruce was going though, she knew how tired he was after being the Other Guy and normally needed a couple of days to find himself again.

Bruce stiffly walked behind Natasha and wrapped his strong arms around her abdomen, before resting his head in the crook of neck.

“Morning,” she announced, tugging at a few knots.

Bruce let out a deep ‘mm’ before nestling his head deeper into the crook. natasha smiled softly before taking bruce’s head and holding his head in her hands, looking into his tired eyes.

“You should be in bed, getting some rest.” Nat said, squishing his face together so Bruce looked like a fish. it made her giggle.

“Not without you,” he said through his squished cheeks.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” She replied before letting go of Bruce and smacking his behind as he groggily walked off, Bruce couldn't help but huff a laugh.

Morning five:

“Wakey, wakey, big guy you promised me you’d train with me this morning,” Bruce awoke to the hushed sounds of Natashas voice, waking him from his shallow sleeping state.

“C’mon, I'm not letting you off that easy. Your promised me, babe,” She continued softly shaking bruce trying not to scare him awake.

Bruce hummed in response, rubbing his tired eyes to try and awaken himself to conscious.

“I’ll meet you down there, give me 5,” He grumbled pulling himself up from bed, hanging his legs over the side.

“Alright but if you’re not there in 6-”

“You’ll kick my ass, i know dont worry,” Bruce stood slowly up and kissed Natasha on the cheek before hauling himself into a quick hot shower.

Natasha smirked happily to finally have won Bruce over to get him training with her. She was aware it was nerve racking for the doctor to do something that even remoted in using physical violence, but she knew he needed to do something other then locking himself up in his lab all day and night. And maybe with her help it could improve his control of the Other Guy.

Thankfully the training centre had been designed (courtesy of Tony) to be able to withdraw the strength of the Hulk, but still Bruce was still unsure.

In exactly 5 minutes Bruce anxiously walked into where Natasha was currently warming up, his hands nervously fidgeting with whatever he could to help ease the stress. He never liked doing things that may result in him changing but he knew the spy only wanted to help.

“Just on time,” Natasha called out, before standing up straight from lunging.

“I wouldn't risk getting my ass kicked by the Black Widow, i'm sure you’d even scare the other guy too,” He replied a small smile settling on his face as he looked his girlfriend up and down.

Seeing her in those gym clothes that accentuated her curves and hugged her figure beautifully made training not seem that bad after all.

Natasha chuckled, walking towards her tense boyfriend, her hips swaying with each passing footstep.

“Relax, you’ll be fine,” she told him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” He eyed the spy, trying to catch any piece of emotion that could remotely suggest that she was afraid or scared of what he was. but he saw nothing, just a soft loving smile that never failed to leave her damn beautiful face.

“Don’t worry about me Bruce, we’ll just do a quick warm up, come over here,” Natasha walked Bruce over to a boxing bag that hung from the roof.

“Punch it,” She told him, and so bruce struck the bag with such little force it hardly even moved in impact.

“You’re gonna have to punch harder than that big guy,” she chuckled, reaching bruce the correct stance and technique to properly punch it.

Bruce of course listened intently and followed his new training teacher.

As he began to punch the bag with the correct amount of force, he could feel the Other Guy swirl in interest around in his head.

he could feel the negative emotions he was currently pouring into the bag and the walls that he always kept up in his mind come crumbling down. he wasn’t focused and bruce couldn’t help for once feel free of not having to hold in such emotion.

The punch’s got heavier and heavier, bruce breathing quickening, turning into throaty grunts. natasha could see the glint of green glistening in his eyes.

“Okayyy, i think that’s enough of that.” Softly but quickly Natasha walked him away from the bag, rubbing her hands up and down his back. She didn't want him losing control just yet, she’d keep that for the part she gets to kick his ass.

Bruce’s quick shallow breaths slowly but surely calmed down after a few minutes of composing himself. He gave a serious look at Natasha, one that she easily read as the ‘i nearly changed and killed you’ look. She got that a lot.

When Natasha had asked Bruce to hit her, Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He could barely even form a straight sentences without stuttering.

“You want me to-,”

“Hit me, yes,” Bruce shook his head and put his hands up in defence.

“I am not going to hit you-” Before Bruce knew it he was striked in the nose with brutal force, caught completely off guard.

The Other guy roared to life once again but this time way more vital. Before it was easy to maintain him, he wasn't in any kind of distress or bad mood, but now. The hulk sensed a spike of hurt and panic wash over Banner and knew he had to take the wheel.

Bruce put his hands on his knees sucking in deep breaths trying to lock the beast back in the back of his mind, he knew Nat was only trying to help but he couldn't help but feel angry at her for putting herself at so much risk.

“Y-you need to get out of he-here,” Bruce struggled to say, he grunted and twitched and felt his body trying- begging to change.

“No, you can fight this Bruce, you need to learn to control it. Stop letting it control you,”

Stop letting it control you.

Bruce would have scoffed at that if he could. It had been controlling him is whole life, it wasn't ever going to stop doing that.

“Hey, look at me,” Bruce felt the soft hand of his girlfriend touch his back and instantly flinched. He looked into her soft but strong eyes as sweat begun to bead at his forehead at the amount of effort he used to control the beast that was just seconds away from exploding from him.

Natasha looked deeply into Bruce’s bright worried green eyes, she felt horrible for punching him but she knew she had to help bruce control the Other Guy. And she knew even if he did change, that the Hulk would never hurt her.

“The sun’s getting real low, big guy, there's no trouble today,” Natasha crooned, looking beyond Bruce’s eyes to the Hulk.

In a very Hulk like way, that he’d do every single transformation back into Banner, Bruce flinched his head back and closed his eyes. Thankfully his rugged breathing soon turned normal and Bruce was back to his normal tense self.

“Nat- that was... way too close,” He huffed, stretching back up to face her.

“But it was progress, you did great,” she softly smiled.

“Now,” Natasha stood firmly and held her fists up.

“I want you to hit me,”

Thankfully that morning didn't end with Bruce changing into the Hulk.

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Bad Feeling - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Bad Feeling

Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader (female)

Warnings: None except for a sad bruce :(((

Word Count: 965

Summary: The reader leaves to go for a mission that Bruce insists that you don't go too after feeling something bad might happen. Too bad something does...

Authors Note: ew I hate this but I had to post something so here u go

It had been months since you had left on your mission, leaving Bruce alone without you - his girlfriend and lab assistant. you may have been a trained assassin but you still knew a lot in the science field and tried to help out whenever you could, but mostly it was just an excuse to spend time with Bruce. Bruce missed the usual laugh of your voice, the constant questions you asked him even if you already knew the answer, the way you smiled or looked at Bruce, the little kisses on the cheek he received daily, everything. He missed you. As soon as Fury asked you to go on that mission with Natasha he knew it would be a mistake. It was the feeling in his gut, that made him plead for you to stay with him.

"Bruce, I'll be fine. It's nothing I won't be able to handle. I can kick some ass, you know?" She said with a soft smile, while Bruce gingerly held her wrist begging her not to go on this one mission. "I know you can but I- I just don't think you should go, please I love you too much to loose you like this-" But with a snatch of her wrist she left with a goodbye and a quick peck on the cheek, leaving Bruce alone with a feeling of something terrible in the pit of his stomach. Bruce was currently sitting in the lab with Tony across from him working on something Bruce had no interest in at the moment. Whether he was talking to him he didn't really know, and frankly he didn't care either, though it was what happened next that made him really listen. The whole team walked into the lab, Natasha that had been on the mission with you as well walked in making Bruce frown deeply. Just as he was about to ask where you were Fury spoke up. "There has been some unfortunate news." Fury begun, and Bruce could feel what was about to come next. "While on the mission, y/n was k-" Bruce didn't even let him finish before he quickly ran out of the room. His blood began to boil, and he could feel the rage inside of him build by each passing second, the other guy coming alive. "Bruce! Hey, buddy just breathe. I know it's hard to lose someone you love, trust me. But you gotta fight it." He heard the voice of the super soldier come from behind him. Bruce leant onto the wall beside him, sweat beading from his forehead as he tried to control himself, he couldn't change while here there would be far too much damage. Way too much fun for the Other Guy.

"I- I can't- She's- She's dead! And I didn't even save her!" Bruce punched the wall beside him, trying to pull back the monster that was pulsing throughout his body.

Moments later Tony walked up next to Steve, watching as their friend fought for has hard as he can for control. The other avengers soon following suit, running up behind them. Bruce tried his hardest to control himself, to not let the Other Guy win, but how could he when he felt so much rage and anger? But he knew you always helped keep him calm. So all he did was try to focus on the times you and him had shared. Such as the first time the both of you met, the time you rang up Bruce crying about a tv show you had just watched, the nights you stayed up hours on end just talking in the lab and the first time you had kissed. You meant everything to Bruce, and loosing you made him feel like there was nothing left to fight for. But instead of hulking out the scientist fell to the floor with a thud, tears running from his eyes as he scrunched up in a ball. He let it all out, crying as if nobody was around. He didn't care who listened, nothing mattered anymore anyway. You were gone. And nothing would be able to fix him after that.

It was a couple of days later after the tragic news of your death had been announced and everyone had been distant. Thor returned to Asgard, Tony went to be with Pepper in Malibu, Natasha went with Clint to his home, leaving only Steve and Bruce in the tower. Everyday steve came to his room to ask how he was and if he wanted to do something with the fellow comrade but he always got the same short response (if anything), “not right now steve,”.

Bruce knew it wasn't healthy for him to be cooped up in his room forever but he just couldn't bring himself to get up or move. But finally one day he did. He went for a walk in the middle of the day where there wouldn't be as many people out and about, too busy working or at school. He kept his hands shoved in his pockets and his head hung low. Though he couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching him the second he left the building. As soon as he took a seat he scoped the area, hardly anyone was out in the streets. Maybe he was losing his mind after being cooped up for too long. Bruce shook off the feeling, finally getting back off the seat until his eyes laid on a very familiar woman covered in blood and bruises standing a couple hundred metres away from him. "Bruce," She muttered before dropping to the ground her legs failing to keep her up any longer, along with her eyes that dropped shut. The last thing she heard was the distant scream of her boyfriend as he ran to her side.

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A Well Deserved Holiday - Bucky x Reader

Title: A Well Deserved Holiday

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Well i wouldn't classify it smut but there is a make out session & language

Word Count: 2268

Requested by @headcannonqueen

a bucky fic where the reader is a mermaid an only tony knows but she turns when she touches salt water. She bathes in salt water and refuses to eat seafood. She has water powers and sealife. Tasha decides to make us all go on a trip to a beach in Hawaii and reader doesnt go in water. Until she goes in the sea late at night skinny dipping and bucky comes not knowing and he finds out shes a mermaid...

Authors Note: i’m so sorry its not exactly what you requested but i did try m best. Again sorry if bucky is out of character, as well as tony eek

You pulled yourself into the large bathtub that was currently filled with warm salt water, it was something you had to do on a daily, being a mermaid and all. If you didnt you would begin to get migraines and nauseated, really something you avoided at all costs. For your whole life you had been gifted the ability to not only grow a tail when in contact with water, but to be able to control the sea life and the water itself. You knew you were special the moment you hit puberty, things started changing within yourself (and not the normal way) and you had found yourself constantly being drawn in such a way to the beach. Completely mesmerized by it.

You soon found out from your mother that in fact your deceased father was a merman, at the time you simply laughed off the idea telling her that there was no such thing and that she was crazy, but little did you know as soon as you stepped back into the ocean the next day your legs weren't in fact legs anymore but a long beautiful f/c scaly tail. It really was something you could never explain how you exactly felt in that moment.

As you slowly and softly sunk into the relaxing bath you felt every single tense muscle in your body simply fade away, and the tight feeling in your legs relaxing as it became a long tail. You were thankful that Tony had specifically designed a bath just for you, it had everything you needed to help with your ability. Tony was indeed the only one (aside your mother) that knew what you were. He was your lifelong best friend after all. There wasn't one secret the two of you kept from each other. He was your rock, and you were his.

So of course as soon as he heard of the recent passing of your mother he was quick to action to help you out and let you stay with him, and so that meant living in the Avengers Tower. You honestly thought it was ridiculous, you didn't deserve the right to live amongst all the heroes. You weren't really anyone special, but everyone loved you and kept you under their wing. Considering you one of their own.

“Y/n? You in here?” Tony asked, as he strided on into your bathroom where you were currently topless.

“TONY!” You yelped, quick to cover your bare chest hopeful that he didn't catch a glance of any of it.

“Woah! Sorry! I should’ve knocked, JARVIS, please remind me next time so i don't do that again,” Tony asked bashfully, as he rubbed his hand over his face, through his hair.

Your cheeks flustered a deep red, god that was something you were hoping would never happen again. Even if you had known Tony your whole life, it was just… weird.

“What is it, Tony?” You squeaked, your cheeks still red hot.

“The team is having a meeting, so get your scaly ass out of the bath-”

“But im not apart of the team?” You asked confusingly, since when were you an avenger? You hadn't even been on one mission, let alone even know how to fight.

“Yes you are, now come on. Let’s go,”

You raised your eyebrows, your mouth forming a giant toothy grin. Quickly you pushed a button that drained the water from the bath and with your powers evaporated the water right off of your body, your tail now gone to form two human legs.

“So do you know why we’re having this meeting? Is it for a mission? Cause you know i can't fight, i literally have no skills or experience in fighting. I’m hopeless on my feet-” You rambled on, the adrenaline kicking in like the first day you were in the tower.

“I don't know, Nat wanted us all to meet up, didn't say why but must be important,” Tony simply shrugged and smiled upon your form, as the two of you made your way down the halls.

“Is Bucky going to be at the meeting?” You asked, you weren’t going to be apart of anything if he wasn’t.

You had been dating him for nearly 6 months and honestly you didn’t think you deserved a man like him. He was everything you would expect in a man, but more. But of course, you hadn’t told him what you were. It was something you were planning to do, but you always chickened out on the last second. You couldn’t handle the feeling of him maybe breaking up with you or not being able to handle such news. Him dating a mermaid? How would you react to such news?

But you knew the time was nearing to tell him. And that scared you.

“Yes, your little boyfriend will be there too, don't worry,” He chuckled.

The meeting wasn’t exactly what any one had expected coming from Natasha but everyone had very much agreed to her plans. Humming at the ideas that everyone was proposing, fantasizing what everyone would do.

“I think we’re in need of a holiday, somewhere we can completely relax and not have to stress at all.” She had firstly stated.

The conversation had begun on where exactly the team should go, there was talk about Australia, Fiji, Thailand and more, but everyone had finally settled on the idea of Hawaii.

You smiled widely at the idea of actually coming along to such a significant thing, this was a time where the avengers could finally relax and not have to stress about anything in the world. And a time for you and Bucky to be together. You were only lucky enough to had been invited.

“Alright i'll book flights and accommodations now, we’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow so everyone get packing.” Tony said before walking off out of sight.

“Are you excited?” You asked when you jumped to your boyfriend side, holding his hands in yours.

“Yeah, Natasha is right, I think it will be good for the team, but most importantly. Finally a time just for us,” he stated, with a soft smile as he pulled you close as you made your way back to your flat of the facility.

The second the two of you entered Bucky was all over you in a second. His mouth on yours, not too roughly but enough to make you know he had been craving this moment. Every time you had kissed Bucky it was always like the first, as though sparks shot through and around your body, it really was exhilarting.

Bucky pulled you in with a strong tug so the two of you had no space left between, You could feel the heat of his body radiating onto you. You brought your hands to his long hair and raked through it while he ran his hands up and down your back and over your waist, exploring every curve of your body.

In a second Bucky had pulled you into bridal style, walking you to the bed you both shared. As he walked you over you moved your kisses to his jawline, cupping his cheeks into your hands. You couldn't help but leave marks behind.

He softly placed you onto the bed, his body hovering on top of yours, looking deeply into your bright hungry e/c eyes.

Slowly he took of his clothes, You enjoying every single bit of his body he was currently unclothing. God he was fucking perfect everywhere.

You hooked your legs around his now fully unclothed body and pulled him closer to you, your lips latching onto his once again.

“Maybe we should start packing,” You huffed, placing your hand on his bare chest.

“Fuck packing, I want you,” Bucky said, you softly chuckling.

“Alright, babe,” And with that Bucky tugged the clothes off of your body.

...this wasn’t the first time you and Bucky had fucked but god damn it was always a new experience, just like his kisses. Sometimes it’d be fast and rough or slow and passionate, it always varied. Today was a little bit of both, and you loved it.

There had definitely been a lot of moaning and you didn’t really care if anyone in the whole bloody building could hear it. You both were enjoying this moment and wanted to live it out as long as you could.

You loved Bucky with everything you had and honestly you didn’t know why you doubted him if he found out what you were. He loved you. And you knew you could trust him with your life and trust.

When morning came the two of you had to shove whatever your hands lied upon in your draws and cupboard. You didn’t pack yesterday afternoon like instructed so you had only little time before Tony left without you both.

“I told you we should of started packing yesterday,” Bucky sarcastical commented chuckling, knowing full well that he would of never even finished before he went back to you on the bed.

“I’m sure you would’ve wayyyy rathered that,” you smirked before grabbing your suitcase and walking out of the door.

“Bye, bye house,” Bucky said before closing the door behind him, ready for the holidays.

On the flight to Hawaii you mostly slept trying to limit the amount of jet lag you will experience once landed. You snuggled close into Bucky craving the warmth he radiated, while he rested his head upon yours.

“Aren’t they just the cutest,” Tony commented, smirking at the sight of you two.

At first Tony was a bit hesitant at the announcement of the two of you dating but he knew that if you loved someone it was for all the right reasons. And as long as Bucky treated you with enough love and respect, tony would be fine.

“Indeed they are,” Thor replied, before he found a comfortable position to get some sleep himself.

Swiftly Tony got out his phone, snapping a quick photo of the two of you, his smirk still playing on his face.

Hawaii was just beautiful. From the way the tall green palm trees blew in the winds to the crash of the crystal blue waters you could hear from your room in the night. This was exactly the whole team and been needing, a time to finally relax and think about nothing but themselves. Not a worry in the world.

It was late at night, Bucky sleeping soundly next to you, snoring ever so slightly. You hadn’t had your daily swim yet, and these past previous days you had been sneaking off to the beach at night where you would be alone.

So quietly you got up from bed and opened the screen door and walked down the hill to the moonlit beach. You pulled your clothes off and jumped in, thankful to be back into the salted water once again.

You never get the chance to go out into the beach anymore as it was too risky to get caught, so to be out in the open water was amazing and thrilling.

It finally gave you the chance to conjure sea life to interact with, you met so many different types of animals here and had even made a friend with a dolphin, Squeaky, you called her. Thinking it suited with the sounds she always made.

As you jumped in, you called out to your dolphin friend, she was quick to your side practically jumping into you.

“Awah, I missed you too, girl,” you giggled.

You knew it was a bad idea to get attached to an animal as you had to leave it once you left to go back home, but honestly you could not have. It was such an amazing experience and you wanted to take every chance of finally doing something you rarely get to do.

You swam around and about for a couple of minutes until you jumped out of the water to a rock on shore.

You puffed, smiling upon the dolphins head that stuck out from the water. Squeaky called out to you, wanting you back into the water to play but you shook your head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t be out for too long, just in case-“

“Y/n?” You heard an all too familiar voice call out from behind, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

“Oh shit,”

And this was the moment you had feared.

Bucky walked over to you, you could hear the crunch of the sand get closer and closer until it stopped.

“Wow,” He marveled, his eyes growing wide.

“When were you going to tell me you were a- a-“ he stuttered as he took upon your form, you couldn’t really tell what was going on in his head. But you could see the gears turning all too quickly in his head, trying to understand.

“A freak? Uh well, I had been tossing up about it for a while now but I guess I’d been afraid of how you would think of me,”

“I would never stop loving you because of who you are y/n. You’re not a freak, not even close, you’re- you’re beautiful,” He said as he walked upon the rock.

He took a close look at your new form, taking in the way your beach wavy hair fell from your shoulders covering your breasts, and your long f/c tail.

Your cheeks flushed a warm red, when did you ever deserve a man like this?

“I love you so much Bucky Barnes,”

“And i love you, y/n l/n,”

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Trust - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Trust

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1871

Requested by @ryuzakiackerman1

“Hi can you do one shot where reader is witch ( in good way) she is helping Sam and Dean and Dean hates her because she is a witch and after she almost dies Dean realizes that he doesn't hate her....”

Authors Note: ahh I'm so sorry this took soooo long to post I've been pretty busy with school and stuff but yeah enjoy! xx

“She’s a witch, Sam! First there was ruby, now with her?! Jesus, haven't you already learnt your lesson already? We can't trust monsters!” Dean yelled at his brother, as he paced around their motel room as you stood patiently outside for the Winchesters.

“Yes i know, but she can help us on this hunt. We use her and then-“

“We kill her?!”

“No, Dean, just listen for one second! I know with how things turned out with Ruby but we only need her this hunt and that's that. i don't know why you can't see that?”

Dean scoffed before running his hands through his hair, shaking his head.

“Fine whatever, if she stabs us in the back im yet again blaming you.” He said sternly as he stomped out of the room.

You jumped when the door swung open to reveal the grumpy elder winchester, and slowly you gulped in anxiety.

God you really hoped Sam won that fight and Dean wouldn't kill you right here and then.

“So my brother thinks you’re of use to us in this hunt, so you can stay only for the hunt. after that you run before i put a bullet through your skull. And if you even think about stabbing us in the back-“

“Yes i know you’ll end me, i get it. Which i won't by the way,” You said, as you watched Sam come out of the room soon after.

They were currently on the hunt for a witch, and you happened to know this witch as she was currently hunting you down for your head. As soon as you heard talk about the Winchester’s being in town you knew that you needed their help, even if they didn't trust you.

You weren't like the witches they hunted and were taught to hate. you merely used your magic to help others. to help cure the sick. Your mundane job was a nurse so you could use your magic to heal the wounded and sick, if the doctors couldn't save them themselves.

Though Dean didn't want to hear any of that, he didn't care. He thought of you as nothing but another monster he hunts and kills.

But thankfully Sam trusted you and knew he had to help no matter the cost.

Even if Dean hated you with all his might you couldn't help but feel something for the hunter. You always had. Hearing all the stories of the amazing journeys and everything that he had done, you admired him. And seeing him in front of you made those feelings a hundred time more passionate.

“So do you have any idea on where we can find this witch?” Dean asked as he started to walk to his treasured car.

“Uh yeah, she normally hangs out at this cottage not far from here.”

“Alright lets start there, c’mon,” Dean replied, Sam and you quickly getting into the impala without further discussion.

The drive was beyond awkward, filled with only a deathly silence, only the sound of the rumble of the car to be heard.

“What’s so special about you anyway that this witch wants to kill you so badly?” Your heart wrenched when Dean finally asked the question you hoped no one would ask.

“Well as i told you i'm a nurse, so my job is to help people And bring in my magic if someone is in desperate need of help. Her husband came in with a sickness no one could even understand, it had never ever been seen before. i thought i could easily heal him but-“ you stopped tears welling in your eyes.

“But, i couldn't. i don't know why but i- i killed him, i couldn't save him and it was all my fault. she thought i could save him but i failed and so she wants me dead.”

“Wow,” dean softly said, sam looking across at him hoping dean finally understood that you weren't like any of the witches they’d met before

“and now she's killing people in spite of me.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“There was nothing you could do, y/n, you tried but sometimes you can't avoid death,”

You only softly laughed at the younger winchesters sweet response. You only softly replied with a ‘hmm’ and the car returned to its original deathly silence.

Finally the 3 of you arrived to the cottage that homed the witch. From the outside it looked nothing but peaceful, a home owned by a loving family with an ordinary life. But that so was not the case.

Confidently the two winchesters got prepared for their hunt, just like they did every single time, moving effortless to pick up the gear they needed. It was fascinating to watch someone else do a job their so inclined in doing for their life.

“Ready?” Dean asked the two of you by his sides, and as he looked at you, you could’ve sworn you saw understanding and sympathy in his eyes but it disappeared in a matter of seconds.

“Yep,” You replied with as much confidence as you had, Sam shortly replying with a sharp nod.

The house from the outside looked as innocent as a normal family house but once you stepped in, it showed a whole different story. It was as if you were in a completely different house and neighbourhood.

It was extremely dark, and the walls wore an old oak colour and it had an off smell that reeked through the old house. Every single surface area that you looked upon all covered in things of witchcraft.

“Definitely at the right place,” you said as you looked through the stuff, Sam too. Dean only was intently scoping out the area.

Suddenly a sound of something moving came from up stairs, quickly dean and sam were raising there gun high, ready to shoot at any sign of danger.

A door a creaked open, the sound deafening in the dead silent house, the creak of it sounding as though it could go on forever.

Eventually it came to a stop and slow footsteps followed.

“y/n, what a pleasant surprise,” The witch said as she finally appeared from upstairs, walking slowly down the creaky stairs.

“Mariana.” You nodded at her, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible hoping nothing would go sideways from here.

“You brought hunters, to what? Kill me- for you? My you really are pathetic,” She smirked as she made her way towards you.

“I wouldn't get too close there, sweetheart,” Dean grumbled as he still held his gun out.

The witch held her smirk looking between the two men and back at you, chuckling.

With a simple flick of her wrist the brothers were pinned tightly against a wall. Leaving you alone with this witch.

“Do you know how hard it is? To live without your soulmate?” She begun, tears welling in her eyes as she walked to you.

“The one person in your life that loves you and completely understands you? And to then have them ripped away in a blink of an eye! He shouldn't be dead! I mean seriously how couldn't have you healed him?!” She yelled at you, tears falling from her eyes.

Suddenly you felt as though your whole stomach was turning inside out, as if you could easily just vomit your insides out. You coughed harshly into the crook of your arm when you noticed blood beginning to fall from your mouth.

“W-What are you-” you weren't even able to get a sentence out before you fell to the floor in complete agony as your whole stomach burned, like a fire lit in your stomach.

“Now you can pay in hell for killing my husband, you bitch,” She spat as you felt your vision start to give way.

You were dying as far as you knew and she was going to kill the Winchesters, the two men who were just trying to do there job as hunters. You shouldn't have ran to them for help, you should've done it by yourself.

Gunshots rang out before you completely lost consciousness not able to keep yourself awake as the pain was all too much to handle.

The witch fell to the floor with a hard thump, the bullet wound oozing with blood, with Sam holding the gun in front. Dean sighed thankful that she was dead but his heart leapt into his throat when he saw you lying in your own blood, dead from what he could tell.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Dean said as he ran beside you, pulling you up carefully into a bridal style position.

“Come on you’re gonna be okay, you’re a freaking witch it's fine you’re strong, you need to be strong for me just for now until you're at the hospital, come on,” Dean rambled on, as he quickly went to the impala hopping into the back with your head in his lap. Sam swiftly took the keys from Dean on the way out of the house and as quick as he legally could sped to the nearest hospital.

You groaned as you finally opened your eyes, only to be greeted by a blinding white light. You slowly pushed yourself up to try your best to understand your current surroundings. It took a while for everything to come into focus but once it did you knew exactly where you were. A hospital. But why?

“Hey, you’re up,” You heard the gravelly voice of the elder Winchester.

“Dean,” You saw him from across the room sitting in what looked like the most uncomfortable chair in the world.

“What are you doing here? What am I doing here?” You asked rubbing your head, still feeling quite groggy, probably from the drugs.

“Well i wasn't just going to let you die, and i don't know. I guess ever since i met you my brain has been telling me one thing while my heart... well, it says another.”

“You could’ve just left me to die, Dean. i know you hate me-”

“Now that's where i disagree, i never hated you. Well i did, only ‘cause i didn't understand.”

God your mind was spinning and Dean's little games weren't exactly helping. You weren't in the mood for thinking at the moment. But you really didn't know what Dean was indicating, From the moment you met Dean you could tell from the look of his eyes, that if he could he would have killed you right then and there. You are a monster after all.

“Understand what? I don't know what you’re meaning,”

“I’m meaning that you’re not a monster and i guess i'm asking if you would want to- i don’t know maybe hunt with Sam and I? I mean if you want to of course, i wouldn’t want to force you,” Dean rambled, making you chuckle.

Was this all real or some dream? The Dean Winchester, that yesterday could've killed you with no remorse is asking if you wanted to hunt with him?

“Yeah, no that’d- that’d be amazing, Dean.” You smiled upon him, he too giving you a smirk that of course melted and took your heart.

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bannerswife · 6 years

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Training Session - Bucky x Reader

Title: Training Session

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1114

Requested by @cornflax01

“Idk if you do Bucky Barnes... but if you do can I have a Bucky x Reader? The reader is an avenger who has a prosthetic right hand. Her power is prediction so she knows how to beat him but while her and Bucky are sparring and he grips her hand to hard and thinks he broke it but she explains it’s fine and not real and they connect over it?...”

Authors Note: okay just like every fic I've so far written I have never written this character before so I'm sorry if he seems outta character I truly did try my best :)) hope u enjoy! xxx

With a solid punch you hit the boxing bag in front of you, sweat beading from your forehead. You always liked the idea of coming to train on your own, it was a way of clearing your mind as well as strengthening your right arm that now had a prosthetic hand attached to it. A mission gone wrong, with one wrong move and you had lost it. Though you never knew how it really all turned to shit that day. you had a special skill set that made fighting nearly effortless as you could read and predict every fight move an enemy had. Though of course you weren't thinking straight that day and the knife literally cut your hand clean off. thankfully with the help of Tony and Bruce they helped you back on the field with an amazingly designed prosthetic hand. it honestly was amazing, and worked efficiently. Tony had designed it so well it looked exactly like your old hand. It really was quite impressive and you couldn't help but go test it out for the first time in the gym.

“Mind if i join you?” A voice suddenly spoke, ripping you out of your own little world.

You softly smiled as you looked behind you as the winter soldier walked through the doors of the training room.

“No, not at all,” you replied, softening your punches against the bag.

“Actually I needed someone like you to spar with, only if you’re up to it,” you asked, a small smirk forming on your lips.

“Sure, though I’ll make sure to go easy on you,” Bucky said with a returned smirk, as he walked up to you.

“You might regret that, Mr Barnes,” You chuckled, the two of you walking onto the training mat for combat.

You circled your wrists on your right hand making sure everything was in tact before you stood tensely on the ground. Though Bucky was only standing loosely, a playful look on his face as a strand of hair that had fell from his bun hung down in front of his face.

“Do you want to start with some soft punches to the hand first? Just to get you warmed up or do you think you can handle it?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah we’ll start there and see how it goes.” You replied, cleanching your firsts.

And with that you started doing a couple of light punches across Bucky’s rough but gentle hands. The longer you punched the harder they began to be, as well as your prosthetic hand. It seemed to be doing great so far, you definitely needed to thank both Bruce and Tony once again when you finished here.

“You getting tired yet?” He asked, as he looked at the sweat that started forming across your forehead.

God he would have looked at you all day if he could. You were just beautiful to him, the way you lit up a dull room, your quirky little comments that always did seem to put a smile on his face, your hopeful beautiful eyes that was able to hide so much pain behind them, everything about you he couldn't help but fall in love with. It was safe to say he always did have a crush on you. The moment you were introduced, he knew he liked you. And so did all the other Avengers. It was all so clear that he liked you, but you of course were completely oblivious.

“No, no, but you, you seem a little worn out there. Am i punching too hard, do i need to soften it up a little bit?” You chuckled as you continued to punch at his hands.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at you but his smile still played on his lips.

Before you let him respond you slid your foot at his ankle making him fall clean onto his ass, upon the matted ground.

“Shall we start?” You said as you stood above his body, holding your hand out.

“We shall,” He smirked once again before taking ahold of your hand, twisting it, swinging his legs from underneath you causing you to fall right onto the ground.

Though there was a crack when he twisted your hand before he could even comprehend what it was.

“Was that your hand?!” Bucky shrieked, as he quickly got up to your aid.

You laughed at his worried voice that soon followed his worried face that appeared above you.

“Yeah, but it’s fine, it’s just my prosthetic hand, nothing that can’t be fixed, I can't believe i didn't see that coming. i really should focus more,” You mumbled the last part as you lied on the ground.

“Wait, prosthetic hand when did this happen? Is it okay, did i break it, are you okay? I thought you could predict what i was going to do so i just guessed you would of dodged that-” Bucky rambled on as you slowly got up from the ground.

“Bucky it’s fine, please don't worry. I can predict your movements but i guess i was just a little out of it. All i need to do is-” You chuckled at him as you played with your prosthetic hand and with a simple snap the hand propped back into its normal place and you were able to move it once again.

Bucky looked completely horrified at what you just did, looking down at your hand up to your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Tony is going to kill me-”

“Well Tony may kill me as well after this session because i can assure you, you may or may not be leaving with that arm still attached to you. I don’t know ‘m just saying, like i said i can see every little move you wanna try out on me, i'm not letting you go that easy. Before was just simply a warm up,” you shrugged hoping Bucky would continue to your training session.

He was a little hesitant at first but he warmed back into it and the two of you sparred well against one another. Even if you were taking it easy on him, as you let him have some of the punches you saw coming from miles away.

The two of you spent hours in the training gym, fighting with one another and conversing in eachothers prosthetics and lives. It really was good to finally have a proper conversation with the soldier. You learnt so much more than what you thought you knew about him and you couldn't help but feel something for the kind hearted man. And simply this was only just the beginning of your relationship with Bucky, which you definitely did not see coming.

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