#bruce x steve

[im-95-not-dead]

The Right Partner on ao3

Pairing: Bruce Banner & Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.7k

Event: Bruce Week 2023 || Prompt: Dance

Tags: mutual pining, dancing, rarepair, canon universe, fluff

Summary:

Bruce hates public appearances but he’s run out of reasons to skip. He might just be glad he came to this one though.

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The Bruce/Steve dynamic (ship or otherwise) has some insanely interesting (and potentially uncomfortable/creepy/heartaching) angles to be explored. I don't think I'm smart or talented enough to properly write it but I've read a couple of authors who are that smart and it blows my mind every time.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Conversation

One-Shot

Description - Captain America and Batman have a conversation on a bench.

I tried something new with this fic. It is mostly based on conversation without any action scenes. Do give your feedback if you like this new format or if not, then how can I make it better? 

The only reason I am trying this new format is because the writing challenge set by @donutloverxo @captain-a-rogerss and @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho make me push my limits and step outside my comfort zone! This week, the challenge was to write a Marvel x DC crossover fic, something I have never done before. Check out the challenge here and participate now!

Warning - None

A/N - This fic is based on Steve before the first Avengers movie

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Bruce Wayne set aside his newspaper with a huff. After a lifetime of fighting with terrorists, aliens and freaking exploding penguins, he thought he had seen everything, until today.

Headlines such as; "America's Golden Boy Returns" , "Captain America Found Alive Under Ice" , "Brrr! Is that a Popsicle? Frozen Dessert? No! It's Steve Rogers!" graced the newspapers that morning, seemingly destroying whatever little amount of peace Batman had left.

Great, another man with superpowers who might be a potential threat that I have to take care of, Bruce frowned as he pulled up information on Captain America. "Alfred," he called out, "What do you remember about Captain America?"

"Are you asking me to recite today's headlines Master Wayne?" came the prompt reply from the other room. 

Bruce chucked, "Not what I meant."

"I will have you know Master Wayne that I wasn't even born when the Red, White and Blue hero went under the ice. The grey hair on my head may make me look old, but I am not a 100 years old," came the indignant reply.

"You don't say! Here I was thinking you didn't look a day over 120," teased Bruce.

"That's what happens when you worry about a future where you would be living without grandchildren to take care of," Alfred snapped, shutting up Bruce.

Bruce knew Nick Fury would be initiating Steve into S.H.I.E.L.D., his personal crime-fighting-superhero-club. Oh he knew Nick Fury very well. The  man with the eye-patch had proven to harbour more mysteries than the pandora's box, a quality that didn't sit well with Bruce. That's why, when Fury had invited Batman to join the Avengers, he had bluntly refused. Looking at the blue-eyed soldier, Bruce decided to pay him a visit.

Steve Rogers was scared. He didn't recognise this world. Everything was louder. The people, the machines, the cars. Colours were more vibrant and simple things were just too complicated to understand. It was as if everything in this new world was made to attack his senses. 

His Converse squeaked as he walked in the aisles of the departmental store. Converse was one of the few things still around from his time before the ice. One of the few things he still recognised.

He entered the milk aisle. He exhaled loudly as he read the options; Low Fat Milk, Full Fat Milk, Cow's Milk, Buffalo Milk, Camel, Donkey… Wait… People milked camels and donkeys? His face contorted with disgust at the thought. Moving forward, he saw more confusing options- Almond Milk, Coconut Milk, Cashew Milk… He looked on with horror. Had modern science found a way to put breasts on nuts now?! Where was normal milk? Did normal milk exist anymore?! 

He clutched the handles of the basket tighter, bending the metal. He needed to get away from here. He didn't belong in this time, this century. Steve slowly took a step back, and bumped into someone.

"Heeeyy watch wherrrre you are gooooing paaal," the large man behind Steve slurred as he dropped his box of cereal and tried to retain his balance. "I am sorry," muttered Steve, even though he could have sworn there hadn't been anyone behind him until a few moments ago.

Steve looked at the man. He was as tall and well-built as Steve, heck maybe even more muscular. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes swollen red and his breath reeked of cheep alcohol and cigar.

"You pussssshed me," the stranger slurred again, "hooow darrrre yooou?" he staggered, raising his fists.

Steve picked up the box of cereal and handed the stranger a new box, "I don't want to fight you sir. Instead, can I buy you this cereal?"

The man tried to punch Steve, which he easily dodged, "Fiighttt meeee," he insisted. Steve could only smile in response, "Believe it or not sir, but I am a senior citizen, and I am not looking to pick any fight. Please, can I buy you this box of cereal?" 

"Coff-feeee," the drunken man said. "Okay I will buy you coffee too," Steve agreed.

The way towards the billing counter was slow as the stranger kept stumbling into shelves and displays. Steve kept a strong grip on him and guided him in his way. 

Steve even helped the stranger as he puked his guts out on the street, helping him clean his mouth with a kerchief. They both sat on the bench outside the cafe.

"Why… you… help me?" the stranger managed to ask between his panted breaths. "Why wouldn't I?" Steve seemed puzzled, "You can’t take care of yourself now, you need help. So I am helping you."

"I don't need help from you punk!" the stranger spat as he shoved Steve forcefully on the bench. It hardly shook Steve. He smiled a small smile, "Everybody needs help at some point or the other, Mr Wayne. How long do you think you can operate as the sole hero?"

Wiping his hand on the back of his mouth, Bruce smiled, "As long as I hold the key to every answer."

"Fury is not that bad," Steve scoffed.

"You don't know what's going on at S.H.I.E.L.D., do you?" challenge Bruce 

Steve retorted, "I don't need to know. I am just a soldier who follows orders."

"Whose orders? And on what authority? We don't need soldiers as we are not at war. But that doesn't stop us from initiating them," Bruce stated matter-of-factly.

"I believe in people Mr Wayne. I have faith in the general good that resides deep within every citizen," remarked Steve.

"Huh," it was Bruce's turn to scoff, "Here I was thinking you are a threat, but you are just a delusional patriot. People have agendas Captain. And agendas change. People are still bad, corrupt and easily influenced. The world hasn't changed Captain. Don't let anyone tell you any different."

Steve considered Bruce's words in silence, "The world has changed Mr Wayne, in more ways than you can possibly imagine. And it's... hard to keep track of things and stay updated. But it's much more easier to follow orders, you know?" 

"People are still the same Captain. And they make up the world. As for keeping track," Bruce leaned back on the bench, "You can keep a list of things you need to learn."

Steve nodded, getting up, "That's a good idea. Let me get you that coffee and maybe you can tell me what can I add to the list?"

Steve turned around and entered the cafe.

"Hi how can I help you?" the barista greeted him cheerfully. "Can I get a coffee?" requested Steve.

"Sure! Which one would you like to have? A cappuccino? Americano? Espresso? Latte? Moch-" 

"Son, please just give me a normal coffee," pleaded Steve.

"Sure sir. Which size do you want? We have Tall, Tumbl-"

"Just. A. Normal. Coffee. Please," Steve gritted his teeth. 

He stepped out with the hot coffee, only to find the bench empty, except for the cereal box. He read the note stuck on the box, "I will keep an eye on you", the note promised.

Bruce settled back in his chair in his underground workshop. He laughed when he noticed the cereal box and the to-go cup of coffee, which was still warm. He laughed as he read the note stuck on the cup, "Tell Alfred I said hi. And please ask him if he will be willing to start a Barbershop Quartet with me?"

Steve returned home sweaty from the workout. He chuckled when he saw the carton of milk in his kitchen, with the words NORMAL MILK written in big, bold letters. He read the note that came with it, "Alfred expresses his apologies as he will be unable to join your Barbershop Quartet. However, he does have a recommendation for your list. He suggests you watch 'I Love Lucy', an American sitcom from the 1950s. It had been quite popular then."

"Sir, do you think Batman will join our forces if need be?" Maria Hill asked Nick Fury as he read Natasha's report on Bruce and Steve.

"I don't know," Fury said, "But it is always beneficial to have friends on the other side, should the situation arise."

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[mrsnatasharomanov]

Imagine Being Soulmates To Bruce Steve and Tony

For My People

The door jingles and you look up from wiping of the counters to see the three most handsome men you have ever seen your entire life. You involuntarily gasp and then duck under the counter.

“Welcome to (Y/N)’s Coffee I’m (Y/N) how may I-agh” you pulls up from under the counter too fast and hit your head.

“Finally we have found you!” the blonde one with muscles popping through his shirt exclaims.

“We have been here over a hundred times and you’ve never been on shift” the mousy brunette continues.

“I was really getting sick of mocha lattes” the short brunette ends. You gape and choke on air. They all just said your soul words in one go. You’re staring at all three of your soulmates. You just hit your head ok a counter effectively embarrassing the people you’re supposed to spend your life with.

“Oh this is embarrassing” you mutter holding your forehead. “This is beyond embarrassing.”

“Well I think the embarrassing thing is the fact that we can’t seem to figure out a time schedule” the blonde one counters grinning. “I’m Steve by the way. Steve Rogers.”

“Bruce Banner.”

“You know who I am. I’m Tony Stark billionaire, philanthropist, and now your soulmate.” You giggle at that and Steve hits him over the head.

“He’s always like that to answer your next question” Bruce explains sheepishly.

“You know I think I could enjoy the rest my life with you three. Come on I’ll close up and we can talk.”

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Relationships: Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers Summary:

“Let’s recap,” Tony said, handing the blow torch he had been using to Bruce.

“Recap what?” Bruce asked - they had just been talking about particle physics, and it certainly wasn’t something either of them needed reminder of.

“You’ve gone to the museum, you’ve gone for Indian food, you went to see a movie, and what was it yesterday?”

Bruce swallowed, glad that Tony wasn’t facing him and was, instead, using a wrench on the latest version of the suit. “Ugh-”

“Oh, that’s right, you went to a concert,” Tony said, almost casually, and Bruce sighed.

“It was free,” he tried.

Bruce likes Steve, and, as it turns out, Steve likes Bruce - but it's all very awkward, and they agree to take it slow.

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i have read every steve/bruce fanfic in the world

why arent there more

[trumpeteer34]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Words: 7114

Rating: G

Relationships: Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner & Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov

Summary:

From the kinkmeme: http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/16524.html?thread=37295244#t37295244

After the battle in New York, there's a renewed flood of public interest in Captain America. Steve's OK doing some publicity here and there, but not really comfortable at all being a "dancing monkey" all the time. Sometimes he'd like to be anonymous again, able to just walk down the street and blend in.

He turns to Bruce, who has years of experience blending into a crowd. Bruce helps Steve "schlub up" and teaches him some tricks for not standing out. They start going out into the city together to test it out, and as they do, they end up having a really good time together. Enough that they keep doing "test runs" that start to feel suspiciously more and more like "dates"... eventually Bruce/Steve ensues.

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rule of thumbs: A Bruce/Steve fic thing

i did a think that will likely be a series of things.

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He’s got one broad hand spread over Bruce’s shoulder as they tuck together for a photo-op. Normally Steve cringes internally every time someone with a camera tells him to “Say Cheese, Captain!” But this is different. Mostly because tonight isn’t one of the terribly transparent PR gigs and is for gala held by the mayor. Maybe a little because it’s Bruce standing next to him, wearing his impeccably-tailored (Pepper’s doing) suit like it still didn’t fit him.

His fingers slide over that expensive fabric, feeling the coiled strength deep within Bruce’s shoulders. One thumb slots over the side of that shoulder and then trails up to skip over the jacket’s lapel, over the stiff white of the dress shirt collar. Bruce shivers a little at the pad of Steve’s thumb, stroking up over the short hair there. So Steve does it again. And Bruce gives him a sort of pretending-to-be-trying-to-hide-it smile that Steve can just imagine comes from Bruce as a school-teacher trying not to encourage some smartass student (maybe Tony immediately comes to mind as that “smartass student”).

Bruce jostles closer to Steve then and his hand slides, warm and strong, under Steve’s jack. Steve imagines a handprint printed over his shirt, at the small of his back. Then a thumb swoops down to wedge beneath the snug fit of the waist of Steve pants. He lets out a short little sound of surprise but it’s inaudibly – to everyone but Bruce whose smile spreads out from something hesitant and shy to something bright and camera-ready.

When the camera flash goes off, both of them are smiling obediently, but not for the camera.

The picture runs in the newspaper the next day (Society pages, that’s a change from front-page devastation) and Steve is glad for the black-and-white print so the blush that had bloomed over his cheeks didn’t show.