I love your writing! Can I request a fic where the reader is Bruce’s teen daughter who is like a mini version of him, that he didn’t know about and he’s scared to be a father so he pushes her away and she thinks that he hates her and so Tony talks to Bruce to convince him that he won’t hurt her and then Bruce and his daughter talk and become really close. Thank you!
I’m A Man of Three Fears (Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader)
Bruce Banner Masterlist
Avengers Masterlist
Warnings: mentions of being ignored by a parent.
Word Count: 2,035
A/N: Sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy the fic!
It had only been a month since you’ve met your father. The man that you had assumed was dead was very much alive. He’s the only family you had left, and it’s as if he was trying his best to avoid you.
You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. You were sure that he must have been in shock after finding out that he had a daughter that he didn’t know of, so, you gave it a day.
One day turned into two days.
Then three.
Then a week.
And then a month.
A month. A whole month and your father just acted like you weren’t there, like you didn’t exist. Of course, everyone else acknowledged you, treated you as if you were part of the Avengers family, but the one person you really wanted to get close with, avoided you like the plague.
“Ah, well if it isn’t little Banner.” You turned around to see Tony walking towards you. “Just for reference, who let you in the lab?”
“Myself,” you mumbled as you continued to read some of your dad's work.
Tony hummed in response. He glanced towards the papers you were reading. “Those are some of your dad's essays.” You nod. “What do you think about your old man?”
You shrugged. “The only thing I know about him is what I read from these essays and papers he’s written, so, I think he’s an amazing physicist.”
Tony gave you a small nod. He hated to see someone that he considered to be his best friend, treat their child like they didn’t exist. He knew what it felt like to be that child.
“Although,” you grabbed one of the papers in front of you, “his equations are a bit sloppy.”
Tony chuckled at your comment; he looked over the paper and agreed with you. “Good eye,” he commented. He grabbed a pencil and tried to hand it to you. You gave him a confused expression.
“Well?” he questioned, still holding out the pencil.
“Well, what?” He couldn’t honestly want you to fix your father's equations, could he? That would just be crossing a boundary, but something inside you was dying to fix those equations. Maybe then your father would have some sort of emotion towards you. Maybe he’ll even acknowledge your presence.
“Fix the equations.” Tony laid the pencil on the table. “You’re just as smart as he is. You really are a mini version of him.”
You sighed, grabbing the pencil and placing the paper back onto the table. You concentrated on the equations in front of you while Tony worked on Peter’s suit. You could see so much emotion in your father's equations with the way they were written. You almost didn’t want to ruin it, so you placed your notes in the margins, careful not to mess up any of his work. Once you were done, you turned to look over at Tony. “Can I ask you something?”
“Hit me.”
“I want you to be honest with me.”
“You’re talking to one of the most honest men here.”
“Pretty sure Steve beats you at that, but I’ll let it slide,” you commented, causing an eye roll from Tony. “Does my dad… does he hate me?”
“What? No! Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Come on, Tony, how can’t I?” You jumped off the stool you were sitting on. “The man avoids me like I have some sort of infectious disease.”
“Y/N, you have to understand-”
“Understand what? That he doesn’t want to be a father?” You felt tears form in your eyes. “He’s the only family I have left and it fucking hurts that he just… that he just treats me like I’m not even here.” Tony pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on top of your head as you let out a soft sob. You felt so hurt by your father; it was something that everyone saw, but no one mentioned. Tony knew that this couldn’t go on any longer. Something had to be done.
“I know how you feel, kid,” Tony began to say. He let out a sigh, “Look, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to him, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” you said softly as you embraced Tony once more.
“Why don’t you go and do your homework; I know you’re smart and all, but you have to have some homework to do.” You chuckled, giving him a small nod. “Don’t forget that dinner is free for all tonight,” Tony called out as you walked out of the lab.
Hours later, Tony was still in the lab working on some upgrades for Peter’s suit, but his mind kept wandering to the situation with Bruce and Y/N. He wanted to help his best friend out because Bruce was unknowingly hurting his daughter every day he didn’t speak to her.
“Not surprised that you're here.” Tony turned around to see Bruce walking towards him. Bruce fixed his lab coat as he approached the table. “Was kind of hoping to have the lab to myself today,” Bruce mumbled.
Tony raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner before brushing it off. “I need to finish these upgrades on Peters's suit which won’t take long and then I’ll be out of your hair,” he stated.
Bruce just gave Tony a nod before grabbing his papers that he had left on the table. “I glanced at your equations,” Tony began to say. “They’re a bit sloppy.”
“What?”
“Y/N actually caught the mistakes… she’s a bright girl, like her dad.” Bruce remained silent and glanced at the papers that he was holding. The writings in the margins. Your writings. Bruce felt like it was the closest he’s ever been to you. So close, yet so far away. “You know, pushing her away isn’t going to make the fact that she’s your kid just disappear; it’s only going to hurt her more, and frankly, I think she’s been through enough.”
Bruce continued to read your notes. The smiley faces you drew at the end of your sentences. The arrows directing him to where you think the equation should be fixed. He noticed it was all in a way to not step on his boundaries, but if you only knew that he loved this. His heart was full of glee to see how much you took after him. It was all out of good-nature, something that he felt wasn’t him. He wondered where you got all of this from: the kind heart and patience.
“She has been through enough,” Bruce finally spoke up. “She doesn’t need me.”
“You’re wrong.” Tony watched as Bruce laid the papers back onto the table, his eyes never leaving them. “She needs her dad. Why won’t you give her that?”
"This kid just shows up out of nowhere and claims to be my biological child, and I'm just this guy that goes big and green every time I feel anxious or angry and having a kid is just a big ball of that. So, tell me, Tony, what the hell am I supposed to do?”
Tony shrugs, “Step up.” He sighs, “It’s the only thing to do.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“It is; dammit, Bruce.” Bruce looked up at Tony. “There’s a girl in this compound that wonders why her father hates her, why he’s pushing her away, and she comes to this lab in hopes to find anything that she can just to feel close to him! You have the chance to make things right before it’s too late! Trust me. I wish I had the same chance as Y/N did,” Tony scolded.
He never was one to yell at Bruce but this time was different. Someone had to tell Bruce what he was doing was wrong and who better than the person who has been in Y/N’s shoes.
Bruce pondered it for a second, he had forgotten the strained relationship between Tony and his father. He had seen how much hurt it has caused Tony. Bruce slowly gave Tony a nod, “You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Tony smirked. “Now, go talk to your daughter.”
Bruce took his lab coat off, placing it on the table. “Tony?” Tony hummed in response. “Thank you.”
Bruce made his way over to the elevator, “Friday, can you please tell me where Y/N is?”
“Ms. Y/N is currently in her room.”
Bruce made it to your floor, which was the same floor as his and instantly feeling even more guilty for the hurt he’s caused you. He gently knocked on the door. “Come in,” the sound of your voice just made Bruce feel nervous and guilty. Swallowing his pride, he walked in the room quickly spotting you sitting at your desk, head buried in your books.
“Y/N?” Bruce watched as you quickly turned around to face him, a surprised expression written all over your face. You blinked a couple of times, making sure you weren’t seeing things. “Can we talk?”
“Uh-s-sure,” you stuttered. Bruce made his way over to your bed to sit down. He looked around your decorated room.
“Y/C/C?” He said as he pointed towards the small banner that hung on the wall. “Is that one of the universities you want to go to?”
“Um, it’s actually my dream university.”
Bruce nods. “I’ve seen your notes; I think that you can get in with no trouble,” he mused.
You felt your cheeks go warm with embarrassment at the thought of him seeing your notes. Is that the reason why he wanted to talk? To say how horrible your notes were? “You said you wanted to talk?”
Bruce cleared his throat. “I-uh…” He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Y/N, I am sorry for ignoring you. I really am, and I’m going to do everything within my power to prove to you that I can be an amazing dad to you.”
You nod. “Thank you for apologizing but that still doesn’t clear anything like why did you do it?”
“Because I’m afraid.” You got up from your seat and sat down on the bed next to your dad.
“Afraid of me?”
He shook his head. “No, more like being afraid of the big guy. Of what I am capable of… I’m afraid that one day the big guy is going to hurt you. I was also just so scared of ruining your life. I’ve never been one to bond with children.”
“Well, lucky for you, I’m a teenager.”
Bruce chuckled. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is gonna be a learning process for both of us, but I’m not going to ignore you anymore. I know I’ve caused you a lot of pain already, but from here on out, it’s going to be different.”
You felt tears begin to form, and you wrapped your arms around your dad. Bruce smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You both stayed in that position for a few minutes before you let go. “So, you saw my notes?”
Bruce’s smile grew. “I did! I have to say, I think you’re smarter than I am. I can’t believe I missed those little mistakes.”
“You think I can join you in the lab one day?”
“Of course! As a matter of fact, I was in the process of kicking Tony out of the lab before I came over here.” You joined your dad back in the lab, and Tony smiled as he saw you both walk in through the door.
“Well, if it isn’t mini Bruce and regular-size Bruce,” Tony commented.
Bruce rolled his eyes, “Are you done with those upgrades yet? I want to spend some time in the lab with my daughter.”
Tony smiled. “Yeah, I’m done.” Tony knew he wasn’t even close to being finished with the upgrades, but he did know that the upgrades could wait. You and Bruce needed to spend some long-awaited quality time, and as much as Tony wanted to stay and watch, he quickly left the room to give you both some space. All that matters to Tony was that he didn’t have to see you go through the same thing he had.
Summary: Y/N tries to offer help as a coping mechanism, Rhodey doesn’t appreciate it. Bruce comes to the rescue.
Warnings: Slight angst. Endgame spoilers.
Notes: This happens literally hours before Tony and Carol show up, and I don’t really know how to write Bruce, but I tried my best.
Studded boots slapped against the floor of the compound, the shield agent tilting her head at the rising numbers of casualties Thanos had committed from the Snap alone. There’s no telling how many others had suffered the consequences of Thanos’ carelessness.
She pursed her darkly colored lips, eyes meeting the holographic face of Maria Hill, a bright red missing label plastered underneath her SHIELD ID.
Y/N hung her head, forcing her sorrows back as she swiped the hologram away, meeting the warm eyes of Bruce Banner.
She didn’t blame him. She didn’t blame any of them. But they needed to take action, sooner or later Thanos would try something else, something they needed to stop.
“Have we made much progress?” She asked, walking over to the group of heroes, crossing her arms, her silver rings glistening in the fluorescent light.
“With what?” Steve asked, turning toward the agent.
“Finding Thanos” Y/N replied as if there was anything else to be worried about. “He’s going to use the stones again, and we need to be there to make sure he doesn’t.”
Rhodey held up a hand in warning, “Whoa listen, lady, I know you’re new, but we don’t exactly do things that way. It’s not our style.”
“And what is your style?” Y/N pressed forward, “Sitting around and doing nothing while the population dwindles? Because that’s exactly what you’re doing Colonel.”
Rhodey moved forward, leaning his hands on the table to face her, “Alright look here Donnie Darko, you have no idea what it’s like out there. My best friend is lost in space with half of the population in the universe down.”
“All the more reason to find Thanos” She interjected.
“Look, maybe Fury put up with your dumb remarks, but I’m not.” Rhodey continued to insult her, “I lost everything today, and I will not sit here and listen to some stubborn, MCR wannabe with daddy issues tell me what to do.”
“Alright, that’s enough!” Bruce interjected, surprising Y/N and Rhodey. “Okay, Rhodey, Y/N’s trying to help, she’s lost loved ones too y’know.”
Rhodey zipped his mouth shut, throwing a distasteful look her way before turning his attention back to the screen.
“Besides, maybe looking for Thanos isn’t such a bad idea” Bruce supported, joining Y/N by her side. “I mean, he obviously has some unfinished business if he disappeared right?”
Y/N slid her hand underneath the table, squeezing Bruce’s in a grateful gesture as the meeting continued.
“We have no idea what Thanos was looking to do afterwards,” Steve admitted. “Our sensors detect an energy signature like his, but it’s not anywhere near Earth.”
“We think he disappeared,” Natasha brought up.
“What?” Bruce asked incredulously, “Like from the universe? You think he just snapped his fingers and then retired?”
Y/N bit her lip, the actions making sense. “It makes sense” She spoke aloud, “His work was finished, what else would he want to do?”
Before Bruce could offer any more insight, a rumbling appeared from above them. Y/N spun around, watching as a bright ray of light entered the upper atmosphere.
can i please have a Bruce Banner Marvel prompt? "come back to me i know you're in there!"
Sure, thank you for requesting, anon! I haven’t written much for Bruce but I’ll give it my best!
He looked up at me and I immediately knew something wasn’t right, just seeing his eyes. It wasn’t the usual loving and timid glance he gave me. Bruce suddenly seemed a completely different person, and in a way he was.
“Oh, no…” I stepped back, intimidated by the imminent appearance of Hulk. “Bruce?”
He didn’t reply. He was starting to change, his clothes tore as his body grew bigger and bigger and his skin acquired a greenish tone. My heart sped up, I was terrified.
The Hulk let out a nervewracking screech that made me cringe in fear. But I told myself that I was safe, that Bruce was still somewhere in there despite the beast before me. And he wouldn’t hurt me, he loved me too much for that.
I yelped when he threw himself around the room, knocking down furniture and making a huge mess. Glass broke and a big noise filled the environment as he furiously stomped around.
“No, stop!” I shouted, scared and a little angry myself. “You’re not like that!”
I had hoped he had gotten over the green guy, but he couldn’t always keep control. I especially knew arguing with me made him feel vulnerable as ever.
He kept wrecking the place, so I threw the closest item at him. The soft cushion landed on his back, surprising him and causing him to turn to me.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. I stood there completely still, analyzing his movements and wondering what he’d do next. I dared to speak up.
“Come back to me, I know you’re in there!” I pleaded, being too scared of that other side of him, no matter how many times I had seen him in action. I never got used to it. “Stop this, Bruce, come back to me!”
I cringed when he came closer to me and closed my eyes, ready to face whatever. Of a sudden, I was crashed by two arms around me. But not in a violent way, but in an urgent one. Even if those were strong arms and they were a little too tight around me, it felt somehow… loving.
Something change around me, and I looked up to meet face to face with Bruce’s face. His usual gentle and sweet expression. I breathed out in relief.
My heart was still racing, but I embraced the moment nonetheless and hugged him back now that he alliviated the pressure.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry…” He whispered in my ear, clinging on to me.
“It’s okay, nothing happened, you’re back” I rested my forehead on his collarbone and calmed myself down.
The both of us were breathing heavily, but we didn’t pull away. We lingered on the hug for just a little longer.
May I request Bruce banner x reader or Loki x reader? There isn’t a whole lot of Banner love on Tumblr, and I want to change that! I recently started a side blog for my fics as I am trying to get back into writing. Also, could you put Slowlywithfreedom (my other other side blog) on your tag list if you have one? I read a couple of your fics and I love them!
Hope you enjoy this. I agree with you that there should be more Bruce Banner love! - Also, keep a look out for my future Loki x reader that’s coming up! Thanks for the request!
A year of love…
Bruce sat at his computer pretending to work like he had been trying to do for the last four hours. It was your fault. No matter how much he told himself he wasn’t going to look up from his computer screen when you walked in, he couldn’t help himself. It was your fault for wearing those damn outfits. Not that there was anything revealing about what you wore but, he just couldn’t help wonder what was under there.
Puny Banner.
Bruce sighed deeply getting your attention. “Everything okay, sweetie?” You asked placing your hand on the base of his neck, your fingertips gracing the hairs that stood on end under your touch.
Bruce gulped nodding. “Fine, Sweetheart.” He smiled softly placing his hand on your lower back.
“You sure baby? You’re pulling that, ‘shut up, Hulk’ face.” You smirked a little at him. You and Bruce had been dating each other for a year now and it was safe to say you could read him quite well.
Bruce chuckled a little nodding. “Yeah, he’s just, being him.” He shrugged with a small frown. You nodded giving him a small smile. “Does, it bother you? Having, him… in here?” Bruce sighed a little tapping his temple.
You gave him a frown. “Why would he? He’s a part of you.” You placed your hand on his cheek making him look at you. “I love you, Bruce and that means I love him too… in some, weird, tall green way.” You giggled. Bruce smiled nodding. “What’s brought this on?” You asked placing a kiss on his cheek.He shook his head sighing lightly. “Nothing, Sweetheart.”
You frowned a little nodding. You knew there was something bugging Bruce but you didn’t quite know what and when it came to him and the Hulk you didn’t like to push. You turned round with a ‘okay’ leaving the subject alone.
A few hours later after you’d clocked out of the lab, leaving Bruce to his work knowing he’d be there for another few hours, you were stripped of your lab clothes in nothing but your dressing gown whilst running the bath. After your long day you couldn’t wait to sink into a nice bubble bath.
You sighed happily as you lit a few candles before slipping into the warm bath, closing your eyes as you began to relax. Your aches and pains fading away. There was nothing better than a bath to bring pleasure after a long day… actually, there was but a year into your relationship and it didn’t look like any time soon Bruce would give you that pleasure.
After almost an hour of relaxing you got out of the bath, blowing the candles out and wrapping your fluffy white towel around you, you headed out to your room. You flopped onto your bed closing your eyes for few moments just listening to the silence of the room that surrounded you, liking it. Even after your bath you were still not relaxed properly. Bruce’s fault. That damn man just turned you on; in his button up shirt with his top few buttons open showing that bit of chest hair, damn.
Taking a deep breath you rolled over onto your side and pulled open your bedside table and pulled your pink B.o.B out smirking to yourself a little, excitement running through you. You flicked the button so it began vibrating slowly in your hand and gently pressed it against your clit, gasping at the feeling.You let it sit there for a few brief moments before turning it up a little more, your free hand sliding under your towel until you found your already hard nipple, tugging on it. Closing your eyes you turned it up again before pushing it inside your wet core, moaning at the feeling. You could feel yourself getting hotter the more you did, you breath catching in your throat as a moan threatened to break but you were cut off by your bedroom door opening.
“Fuck!” You quickly scrambled up the bed pulling your B.o.B out as Bruce unknowingly walked in on you shutting the door.
Bruce raised his brow as he stood looking at your panicked state, the rapid vibrations the only noise filling the room. “What’s, hmm, going on?” Bruce asked as he sauntered over to where you were on the bed. He bent down and picked your B.o.B up.You shook your head quickly getting to your feet. “N-Nothing.” You went to go to the bathroom to hide but Bruce grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you back.
“Doesn’t look like nothing, Sweetheart.” He whispered deeply. You gasped as you looked into his eyes that had taken on a darker look. “Were you touching yourself?” You nodded biting your bottom lip. “Did you enjoy it?” You nodded gulping. Bruce breathed in deeply before he crashed his lips against yours. He wrapped his hand around your towel and pulled it off your body, throwing it to the floor. He stepped forwards until the bed was behind you and pushed you down onto it before he pulled back from you, handing you your B.o.B. “Go on then.”
“Wh-what?” You blinked taking a deep breath.
“Touch yourself, now!” His voice took on a darker tone as he nodded to the B.o.B. It sent chills down your spine, not daring to argue with him you quickly picked it up and began touching yourself with it, immediately moaning as it touched your sensitive clit. Bruce’s eyes roamed over your naked body, taking in every inch of you. Fuck he wanted you but he was still worried hearing the voice in his head.
Too weak, puny Banner.
“Bruce…” you whimpered reaching your hand out for him. “Please-”
“Fuck!” Bruce growled jumping on top of you. He practically ripped the B.o.B out of your hand and threw it across the room before he crashed his lips against yours. His hands roamed down your body until he came to your ass where he grabbed a hand full of your cheek making you moan loudly. “Fuck!” Bruce pulled back.
Your hands quickly began pulling at his shirt, ripping his buttons open and pulling his shirt off along with his vest. Your hands slid down his chest as you ground your hips into his, feeling his hard cock press against your core. He stepped back unbuckling his belt pulling his pants and boxers down revealing his glorious cock. “Fuck, Bruce-“ you moaned.
You jumped forwards grabbing a hold of his face pulling him back into a deep kiss. Bruce grabbed a hold of your thighs spreading them wide as he kissed his way down your body until he came to your already dripping core. He quickly dropped his mouth down to your pussy, flicking his tongue over your aching clit almost undoing you straight away. You arched your back groaning loudly as you grabbed a hold of his hair, pushing him closer. Suddenly Bruce sank two of his thick fingers inside your soaking cunt and began pumping in and out of you repeatedly.
“Fuck! Baby-“ you could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers. The feeling his lips slurping at your core and his fingers inside you pushed you over the edge making you scream out in pleasure. “Oh, shit!” You panted heavily trying to catch your breath.
“Fuck, baby… your so beautiful.” Bruce crawled up your body crashing lips against yours, the taste of you on his lips was intoxicating. You opened your mouth letting him deepen the kiss as he rubbed his cock against you.You slipped your hand down between your bodies taking a hold of his length and pressed it against your slit. Slowly, Bruce pushed in until he bottomed out. The pair of you moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you wide. “Bruce, move for fuck sake!” You begged wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him to do something.
“I don’t, I don’t want to hurt you-“
You growled manoeuvring yourself so you could flip him over so you were on top. “Baby, you won’t hurt me, you love me, yes?” You asked as you slowly lifted yourself up. Bruce nodded gulping as he held your gaze. “Then stop worrying and make love to me.” You begged as you sank down his length, making him cry out too. “Fuck!”
Bruce’s hands clamped onto your waist and began lifting you up as you began to bounce on top of him. He began to thrust his hips up, meeting your rhythm. The sounds of your moans and groans filling the room.You bit your lip as you leaned back, your hands resting on Bruce’s thighs as you lifted yourself up and down. Bruce’s cock hitting that spot deep inside of you. He slid his hand up your stomach until he held your breast in his hand, squeezing it firmly making you arch into his hand. He began rolling your nipple between his fingers as he gave hard thrust into you.
“Yes! Right, there-“
“Shit, baby… so, good!” Bruce held your waist and slammed you hard down onto his cock. “Fuck- you’re close? I can feel you. So, tight!” Bruce growled deeply as your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm hit you with force.
“YES!” You screamed with pleasure as you road your orgasm out. “C’mon baby, cum for me!” You leaned forwards pressing a hard kiss to Bruce’s lips right as his thrusts became erratic.
“Ah, shit!” Bruce stilled as he came deep inside you, wrapping his arms around your body, holding him against his chest. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed deeply as the pair of you laid together in a tangle of limbs trying to calm yourselves.You lazily drew circles in Bruce’s chest hair, smiling softly into the crook of his neck. “Why did you think you’d hurt me, Bruce?” You whispered.
He sighed deeply as he stroked your skin lightly. He took your hand and laid it flat on his chest so you could feel his heart beat. “That’s why.” He sighed deeply. “I, didn’t want, him, to hurt you.”
You sat up taking a deep breath. “Baby, he won’t. You’re always so calm and happy when your with me, I always feel safe in your arms and he wouldn’t hurt me. He’s promised me a hundred times he wouldn’t do anything on purpose.” You reassured him with loving kiss. You pulled back biting your lip with a small smile. “I love you, Bruce.”
He nodded smiling up at you. “I love you too, Y/N.”
Hey! If you write for Bruce Banner, could you please do something where The reader is apart of the Avengers, and Bruce is interested in her. She mainly does combat, but nobody knows about her 'titanium skin' or that nothing can penetrate her skin or hurt her unless she willingly wants it too. Something where this lets Bruce be more comfortable about letting her in, knowing he can't hurt her? I know, this is a lot but i think you're good writer and you can give it justice. Thanks in advance! (:
this sounds cool! I haven’t really done well with bruce in the past but i can try to give it a go and see how things go :)
