A Slightly Less Anxious Version of me

Just a gentle socially awkward scientist with a heart that's too big for his chest, trying to figure out how to cope with living around accident prone superheroes on the daily. *currently living in Stark Tower in main verse* (For newcomers please read the...

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“What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?” Clint growled, angrily storming through the main living are of the tower and making a beeline to the bar. "Should've shot the fucker when I had the chance," he snarled poring himself a rather large glass of Whiskey, still in his SHIELD uniform.

Bruce frowned when he heard the archer returning from his place in the kitchen. He could feel the anger rolling off of him from this distance, and his words were laced with a piercing foulness as well. “What exactly happened to push you to drinking like Stark?” The scientist asked entering the living area whilst proceeding with caution.

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A low laugh rumbled in the archer’s chest when Bruce said that. “You’d know all about bottling things wouldn’t you?” he asked rhetorically looking back at the older, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth but his eyes showed just how tired he was.

“Sorry,” Clint murmured looking away and running a hand through his hair. He needed to shower and get out of his field gear.

Bruce gave the archer a noncommittal shrug to answer that and swallowed looking down at his hands. He hadn't realized that he'd been wringing them together this tightly and he instantly relaxed them and placed them in his pockets. The scientists eyes snapped back to Clint then, he could see the exhaustion pulling at him.

"Go get cleaned up, I can read to you till you fall asleep." Bruce suggested softly.

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"I hate seeing you unhappy so now I'm going to do everything I can to cheer you up. Even if it means making a fool of myself"

“Well I don’t want you to make a fool of yourself, but maybe if you could just stay with me, and maybe hold me for a little while?”

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Bruce’s sobs quieted down when Loki spoke up, he took a few shuttering breaths before being able to look up. When he finally had the strength and had gathered himself enough his eyes met the immortals, and what he saw swirling within the depths of his made his heart clench, the emotions the other felt from him mirrored his own, matching him in the heartbreak he was feeling, but the immense love the other was conveying for him right now is what really sent a stab of pain right through his chest.

He leaned into the others hands, giving him a small sad smile to his words, he hated Loki saying that his pain didn’t matter. It did to him, and he wanted more than anything to prevent him from ever feeling pain, protect him from it. He’d seen far too much pain in his life already and didn’t need any more, at least that’s what Bruce had always thought. “I trust you more than anyone else in the world.” Bruce answered honestly.

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Loki hummed quietly to him, still stroking his fingers over Bruce’s cheek in an effort to soothe him further. He saw how the mortal felt in that moment all too well and a fierce urge to protect him from it rose quickly in his chest. He shouldn’t have to feel this way and he wouldn’t have wished it on anyone, especially not Bruce. Regardless it had happened, they would simply have to live with the consequences and he would have to find a way to change them. 

“You..You do?” To hear that Bruce trusted him to that extent was something of a shock, he doubted that anyone had ever trusted him so, at least no one with whom he’d considered having a relationship with. It was…Confusing to say the least but he couldn’t help the way he broke out into a grin. “..I’m not quite sure what to say…Thank you..”

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Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying Loki’s soft humming and the smooth cool skin of his hand against his cheek. He pressed his lips into the palm of the immortals palm before opening his eyes once more and turning his eyes back to him. The scientist gave him a sold nod, his agony fading a little bit as the process of working through his thoughts played across Loki's face.

The grin that spread across his lips at his thoughts conclusion made the scientists smile spread and he leaned forward pressing a kiss to the other's cheek. "It's hard to not trust someone who's saved your life you know, though there's so many more reasons I wouldn't even know where to begin." His voice was soft as he moved closer to the immortal, his chilled skin comfortable against Bruce's own warmth as he wrapped his arms around him closing his eyes.

The scientist was no longer shaking and on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Instead he just wanted to soak up all of the immoral while he could. Just to feel his own heart beating with the other's was what he needed now.

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Bruce was pretty sure that if she kept this up he’d fall asleep. Which he wouldn’t be apposed to at this point, he hadn’t felt this calm in years, and it was a more than welcomed feeling. “Allow you to give me something? I wouldn’t be against it if you think you could give me something to help with any aspect of this. I trust your judgement.” he replied, his voice having dipped down a few octaves, his words coming at a slow pace now thanks to her ministrations.

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Having him trust her like that, wasn’t something that she expected. But, she wasn’t about to complain upon receiving such trust. “Why don’t we move you to a place where you can lay down?” Juliet suggested softly, thinking he probably could use some sleep after the attack that he had had. “And there are a few things that I could try.” She smiled softly at him, hoping to reassure him. 

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Bruce listened to her words wanting to protest about moving for a brief moment before deciding against it. He slowly opened his eyes and returned her smile. “That sounds good to me, lead the way.” He answered her, not sure where she wanted to do this, or if she needed anything to aid her so he figured she’d already had a place in mind.

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“Do you want to stay in the tower?” She inquired softly, not wanting to remove him from his comfort zone. It was the last thing that he needed at the moment. But, she did want him to be comfortable. That was foremost on her mind at the moment. Especially given that he was probably moments away from falling asleep. Something which she did not want him doing on the floor. That would not be a fun way to awaken later. 

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Bruce's half asleep mind mulled over the thought of leaving the tower for a minute before answering. "I don't think I'll make it too terribly far from the tower, but I'd prefer to stay here if you don't mind." He answered her. The thought of leaving the tower and out onto the bustling streets of New York around them only made his heart squeeze in his chest and he was solid in his answer, leaving the tower would only make his anxiety return full force right now. "My floor is empty now, we can go there?" he suggested, thinking that a quick elevator ride to his couch was probably all he could manage right now.

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bartonstrickarrows “I’ll quiz you after each book,” Clint grinned making himself comfortable beside the older, even going as far to snuggle under the blankets to steal some of his warmth and drape an arm over the scientists stomach.

“Can you read aloud?” the archer asks after a short pause. Clint loves Bruce’s voice and never gets tired of hearing him talk.

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“Sounds like a good way to keep me focused. I’m up for the challenge.” Bruce laughed at the end of his words, gently opening the first book in the series as the archer made himself quite comfortable next to him. The scientist wasn’t complaining about the warmth spreading from his proximity.

“Read outloud?” Bruce arched a brow down at Clint before he complied without very much more argument. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, privet drive…“

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Clint can’t help but smile as Bruce starts to read. The archer noticeably relaxes and curls in closer to the older’s warmth. It was about ten minute later that Clint lost the fight against his growing exhaustion and let his blue-green eyes close though his hold on Bruce never lessened.

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Bruce smiled as Clint slowly curled into him, his grip around him not loosening one bit as he slowly dozed off. The scientist didn't stop reading, only continued on as he read through the first book with ease. The only sound being his voice and the slow inhales and exhales from the archer filling the room. After he'd read through the first two books he started to lose steam, his eyes feeling heavier and heavier with each chapter. He drifted off somewhere around the third chapter, his spot held by his thumb between the pages, glasses low on his nose, head back against the headboard of his bed as his perpetual insomnia finally let him slip through its grasp.

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Bruises?

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

Bruce jumped and looked up at the now open kitchen door, feeling a small wave of defeat having hoped he would have had himself cleaned up and taken care of before anyone got up for the morning. Instead he was standing there with what he hoped was only a sprained arm covered in bruises after a small mishap with one of the lab bots.

“Believe it or not this was a complete accident.”

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Clint nods as he works on packing up the kit. “Hungry?” the archer asked looking back at the older. “I was gonna make something to eat anyways, maybe pancakes?” The assassin offered.

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“I don’t think I could ever say no to pancakes honestly.” Bruce answered, before he grabbed a couple of aspirin from the cabinet, he figured getting ahead of the pain cycle and beating some of the swelling would be a good idea.”I can help with moral support and distractions, how does that sound?”

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A small smile tugged at the corner of the archer’s mouth. “Pancakes it is then, he said getting down what he needed to make them. Sure there was pre-made mix in the cabinet but Clint refused to use it, preferring to make his own. “I can multi task thank you very much, ad you want anything in yours Doc?” 

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Bruce gave Clint a smile and took a seat at the island in front of the stove watching as Clint got to work. He laughed softly in response to Clint's jab at being able to multitask. "I'll take them plain but there is some fresh fruit in the fridge that would go nicely with them." He answered smiling up at the archer. "It's good to know I'm not the only one that thinks the pre-made mixes are horrible."

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“What kind of man betrays his own fucking family?” Clint growled, angrily storming through the main living are of the tower and making a beeline to the bar. "Should've shot the fucker when I had the chance," he snarled poring himself a rather large glass of Whiskey, still in his SHIELD uniform.

Bruce frowned when he heard the archer returning from his place in the kitchen. He could feel the anger rolling off of him from this distance, and his words were laced with a piercing foulness as well. “What exactly happened to push you to drinking like Stark?” The scientist asked entering the living area whilst proceeding with caution.

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Bruce hovered a few feet away listening to Clint’s angry lancing words. He was more than a little taken aback by the wild outrage that the archer was displaying, but he could blame the other either. He couldn’t imagine how people were soulless enough to actually do that. Hydra was pure evil, but with manipulative that organization was, he really wasn’t surprised. “Is the family okay or?” Bruce asked tentatively, feeling like he was edging around on thin ice as he’d never been around Clint this angry. 

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Clint exhaled loudly through his nose staring at the mostly empty glass of Whiskey in his hand before speaking again.  “They’ll be ok,” he said softly. “Can’t say the same ‘bout the dad though.”  The later part was murmured as he drained the last of his glass.  He could easily go for another but knew he shouldn’t. “Sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you.” He offered the older a small, tired, and apologetic smile.

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Bruce noted that his tone had softened and took a few tentative steps forward till he was on the opposing side of the counter. He gave him a nod and looked down at his hands while Clint drained the rest of his glass. The scientist wasn't really sure how to continue on here, he'd never seen the archer this worked up before and felt lost with how to comfort him. It seemed like Clint wasn't going to give him the time to hover though and Bruce was already shaking his head at his apology. "You don't have to apologize to me for being affected by what you go through out there, bottling that up won't do you any favors."

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bartonstrickarrows “I’ll quiz you after each book,” Clint grinned making himself comfortable beside the older, even going as far to snuggle under the blankets to steal some of his warmth and drape an arm over the scientists stomach.

“Can you read aloud?” the archer asks after a short pause. Clint loves Bruce’s voice and never gets tired of hearing him talk.

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“Sounds like a good way to keep me focused. I’m up for the challenge.” Bruce laughed at the end of his words, gently opening the first book in the series as the archer made himself quite comfortable next to him. The scientist wasn’t complaining about the warmth spreading from his proximity.

“Read outloud?” Bruce arched a brow down at Clint before he complied without very much more argument. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, privet drive..."

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Bruises?

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

Bruce jumped and looked up at the now open kitchen door, feeling a small wave of defeat having hoped he would have had himself cleaned up and taken care of before anyone got up for the morning. Instead he was standing there with what he hoped was only a sprained arm covered in bruises after a small mishap with one of the lab bots.

“Believe it or not this was a complete accident.”

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Clint nods as he works on packing up the kit. “Hungry?” the archer asked looking back at the older. “I was gonna make something to eat anyways, maybe pancakes?” The assassin offered.

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“I don’t think I could ever say no to pancakes honestly.” Bruce answered, before he grabbed a couple of aspirin from the cabinet, he figured getting ahead of the pain cycle and beating some of the swelling would be a good idea.”I can help with moral support and distractions, how does that sound?”

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“Brought you something to drink.”

“Coffee? It’s seven o'clock at night.”

“Not coffee. Just ran out of glasses.”

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Bruises?

Send me “bruises?” for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them secretly tending to their wounds.

Bruce jumped and looked up at the now open kitchen door, feeling a small wave of defeat having hoped he would have had himself cleaned up and taken care of before anyone got up for the morning. Instead he was standing there with what he hoped was only a sprained arm covered in bruises after a small mishap with one of the lab bots.

“Believe it or not this was a complete accident.”

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“I think he got that idea from me, I’m the original explosion. Though being around him I’ve got no reaction to them anymore. ” Bruce commented. The scientist gave the archer a concerned look, “It’s not exactly fun but for the most part I can yes.”

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“Pretty sure ’s just a sprain,” Clint said releasing Bruce’s hand and rummaging around in the first aid kit.  “This’ll have to do ‘til you get an actual brace.”  The archer holds up a roll of ace bandages and makes short work of wrapping up the older’s hand and wrist.  “I’d ice it for a bit when you get the chance, helps the swelling.”

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“Thank you for the prognosis doc.” Bruce commented. Watching as the other wrapped the bandages around his bruised arm, it was snug and putting pressure where it was needed. He was sure he had a brace somewhere. If not he was sure Tony would have a hay day with a project like that. “I’ll take a break from the lab and do just that.”

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Bruce laughed, he hadn’t read something just for fun in so long he didn’t even remember what the last fun read was. He closed the book and put it on the night stand. “Where do I start, I haven’t read any of those.”

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Clint gave Bruce the most scandalized look he could manage, rolled out of the bed and disappeared down the hall.

The archer returned not even five minutes later with a small stack of well loved looking paperback books.  “Sorcerers Stone, Chamber of Secrets, and Prisoner of Azkaban,” Clint said sitting them in the older male’s lap before crawling back into the bed. “First three in the Harry Potter series, easy reads so for a smarty pants like you, should take you maybe the rest of the night. Finish this series and I’ll let you read Lord of the Rings.” 

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Bruce couldn’t keep a straight face at the look he was given, he laughed as the other quite literally rolled out of his bed and left. He didn’t have to wait for the archer to return, Barton was clearly on a mission here.

“Looks like I’ve got myself an assignment.” he commented taking the first well loved volume, he could tell that it had been through a lot. If the scientist had to guess Barton had read it a couple dozen times. "I can give you a full report after I finish, though from the looks of it you're in for the ride here."

[otpprompts]

Person A is in bed reading a book. Person B enters and climbs into bed with them. Without looking up person A raises their arm so that person B can crawl under and snuggle up with them. Person B falls asleep.

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More Bruce/Clint because I have a problem.