Prompt: That’s it babygirlWarnings: smut, oral, fingering, swearing, 18+ readers
Didn’t happen…
Bruce knew it was wrong but he just couldn’t help himself. He found himself thinking about you the most inappropriate ways most days. Being alone for the best part of the day down in the lab let his mind wonder where it shouldn’t. It was your fault. He was rarely certain you knew how you made him feel, even though you never made it known. God you were beautiful. And smart. Funny. Charming. Sexy… god were you-
“Hey, Doc!” You beamed your usual smile at him as you stood by his side at the bar.
He blinked a few times before he managed to find his voice. “Hi-Hi.” He cleared his throat as he straightened himself up. “Hello.” He dropped his head feeling his face heat up.
You giggled placing your hand on his. “Relax, would ya’, it’s a party.” You winked at him. His heart practically won a race it was going that fast. “So… what’s a girl gotta dot o get a Doctor to fuck her?” She asked nonchalantly.
Bruce’s eyes widened at your question. Not in a million years did he expect you to just come out with it. “Excuse me?”
You sighed turning to face him. “I’ve had enough foreplay, Bruce… either, we’re going to fuck or not… there’s plenty of other men I could be fucking right now but, I want you. So? We gonna or not?” You stood close to him so there was barely any space between you. Bruce could feel your body heat you were that close.
Bruce cleared his throat dropping your gaze. “I can’t guarantee that he, won’t show up, Y/N. I don’t want to-“
“Oh, I do.” You grinned devilishly at him. You stepped closer still and pressed your lips to his ear. “I’ve touched myself to the thought of your big hands being rough with me… almost to the brink of him, showing up and taking over… you both, turn me on, fuck, I’m already so wet for you… Doctor Banner.”
Bruce didn’t know what happened but he quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and began storming in the direction of his bedroom, ignore in looks from his team mates. No one really knew of his perverted thoughts of you, except maybe Natasha, she could see it in his eyes when he looked at you bent over in a short skirt- fuck!
Bruce doubled his speed and didn’t stop until he was slamming his bedroom door shut and throwing you onto his bed. His chest heaved as he tried to catches his breath but looking at you in your dishevelled state, your hair all messy, your dress bunches up around your waist revealing a pair of black lace panties, fuck, you were driving him insane.
He shook his head. “I can’t be polite, Y/N. I’m- he’s too worked up.” Bruce made it clear.
You nodded biting your lip. “You’re always polite, Bruce. Not now, please.” You whined as you spread your legs wider for him. “Please?” You were practically begging.
The deepest growl Bruce had ever released wen he wasn’t the hulk left his chest. He dived on top of you, his mouth devouring yours as his hands gripped your dress and the front and began tearing it until he pull it from your body. You made quick work of his shirt, throwing that to the floor too followed by your bra and his trousers. Bruce dropped his mouth to one of your nipples and began sucking hard on it as palmed him through his boxers.
“Fuck!” You yelled as his teeth clamped around your nipple making you arch your back, pushing your breast further into his touch. “Bruce, please.”
He pulled off your breast with a ‘pop’ before making his way down your body, pulling your panties with him, throwing them over his shoulder as he did. Without warning he began eating your pushing, moaning at the taste of your count on his tongue. Just how he thought you’d be, even better. You felt two of his fingers ram into your cunt making you moan loudly, squeezing them with your cunt. Bruce lapped you up, pumping his thick fingers in and out of you, moaning as more and more of your arousal filled his mouth.
Before you knew it you were closing your eyes and seeing stars. Your body twitched as Bruce helped you over your orgasm with his mouth and fingers, pushing passed it until you came to a second orgasm but before you could enjoy it, he pulled completely away from you.
Bruce smirked down at you as he stood up from the bed. His mouth and chin dripping in you. “I want you bent over.” He smirked smugly as he pushed his boxers down revealing his thick cock to you.
“Fuck-“ you gasped seeing it for the first time of hopefully many.
Bruce knelt back onto the bed and flipped you over and pulled you onto your knees. “Hold the head board.” He commanded. You nodded whimpering as you knelt up and held onto the head board, thankful for the support. One orgasm and the denial of another you were already spent. Bruce didn’t waist time and immediately rammed his thick, hard cock into your soaking pussy. The pair of you moaned loudly as he pushed all the way in until you could feel his balls at the back of you thighs.
“Fuck, me-“ Bruce growled, his hands tightening on your hips to an almost painful point but you were too high from the feeling of him filling you. He began pulling and out until the tip was barely inside then snapped his hips forwards, plunging into your warm, wet depths. “FUCK!”
“Shit! Yes! Yesyesyes!” You screamed as Bruce slammed into you relentlessly. The head board banging into the wall, beginning to mark it.
Bruce squeezed his eyes shut as he felt your cunt pulse and squeeze his cock. “Fuck… that’s it babygirl!” Bruce could feel his chest tightening, his head pounding as everything began to tense up. The Hulk getting worked up like you wanted. Bruce praised you as his right hand left your hip, white spots on your skin slowly filling back in with your normal tone as his fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles in it. “Cum for me!” He growled, his voice a mixture of him and him.
The new feeling of Bruce changing almost pushed you over the edge to an orgasm you didn’t think was possible. “FUCK YES!” You screamed. “Bruce-“
“Bruce. Hey, Bruce.” Bruce blinked a few times, his eyes focusing on your smiling face. He glanced around the room, sighing as he realised the best thing that had happened to him was just another perverted thought. “Bruce? You good?”
He nodded letting out a frustrated sigh. “Fine, Y/N.”
You smirked a tad, your eyes drifting down his body. “You sure?” You bit your lip.
He nodded looking up to your eyes. “I’m fine, why?” He asked oblivious.
You giggled pointing down to his pants. “Cause you have a raging boner.”
Bruce’s eyes widened as he looked down, covering his crotch with his hands. “I- wha- y- I… I gotta go.” He panicked as he moved away from you.
You turned round smirking at him. “Want me to help?” You winked at him. Bruce’s red face darkened, quickly turning away and wondering off hoping no one else. You quickly scanned the room when you saw know one was paying attention, you followed after Bruce. It was time to live out one of your perverted fantasies…
Every Sunday at 11:00am you were ‘on stage’ singing your heart out at the local coffee shop. It wasn’t your job but it was your life, your way of escaping your boring life. Every Sunday you saw him, sat in the back of the coffee shop with a book unread until you had finished. Every Sunday you’d smile and wave over to him as you collected your drink before sitting in your usual spot until you drank up.
Today was no different except, you were late and someone else playing your spot. You sighed as you picked your guitar and headed out the door after failing to convince the coffee shop owner to let you play. You were so annoyed, staring down at your feet you didn’t realise someone was walking in and the two of you bumped into each other which resulted in you dropping your guitar to the ground. “Damn it!” you grunted.
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you-”
You looked up blushing immedietly when you saw him in front of you. “Hmm… it’s fine. My fault, I’m sorry.”
“Excuse me.” someone said behind him wanting to get in to the coffee shop.
“Sorry.” you both muttered stepping to the side, out of the way.
There was silence between the two of you for a few seconds before he spoke. “Hmm, you not playing, today?” he asked looking down.
You sighed shaking your head. “No. They won’t let me.”
“Won’t let you? But you play every Sunday.” he exclaimed.
You nodded blushing again, happy he knew you did. “I know. I was late today and there was someone else who wanted to play.” you frowned glancing back in. The crowd are loving the guy in there, maybe more than you, you thought. “Doubt they’ll want me back next week.” you sighed.
“Nah, you’re too good.” he blushed clearing his throat. You blushed a little looking down to your feet again. “Hmm, would, you like to get lunch… you know, since you’re, not, playing?” he asked rubbing the back of his head.
You nodded biting back your smile. “Sure… I’d like that-” you suddenly realised you didn’t know his name. “Hmm… what’s, your name?” you blushed.
He chuckled looking up to meet your gaze. “Bruce… Hmm, Bruce Banner…” he held his hand to you.
You shook his hand smiling softly. “Y/N, Y/L/N… then, you might already know fro-”
“I do.” he nodded blushing. “I mean… I’ve heard… once, or twice… I- hmm… so, lunch?” he asked clearing his throat.
You nodded biting your bottom lip. “Lunch.”
“Lunch.” Bruce nodded with a small sigh, smiling slightly.
“Lunch.” you repeated with a small giggle.
He stepped to the side, waiting for you to follow him. “So… lunch? I mean- let’s go to lunch-” stop saying lunch, Bruce thought as he closed his eyes. “I mean, there’s a nice… Shawarma… place we can eat, at.” he sighed shaking his head.
“Shawarma?” you raised your eyebrow. “The hell is that?”
Bruce shook his head smirking. “It’s a Tony, thing.” he laughed. “God, I’m terrible at this.” he rubbed his face with his hand.
You nodded smiling up at him. “Me too… c’mon, let’s get Shawarma and be terrible together.” you grinned taking his hand, pulling him along with you.
Hi, you didn’t specify what section you wanted it from so I took it upon myself to decided and chose FLUFF! There’s not enough Bruce fluff out there so here goes.
Prompt: Nah, you’re too good
Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: swearing, wounds, self doubt
Good old Banner…
You kept your head low as Steve paced back and forth in front of you sat on the lab table, shouting at you whilst Bruce cleaned you up. You and Steve had recently just returned from a mission along with Tony, Sam and Thor.The five of you were undercover at a masked ball in hopes to gather intel on a drug dealer associated with some ex-hydra boss, only, it went south. You found yourself jumping in front of Sam protecting him from being shot in the back.
“I mean- what the hell were you thinking? You could have died, Y/N. You were being reckless, doing what you did.” Steve shouted before coming to a stop in front of you. He sighed dropping his head as he lifted his hand to brush his hair back. “Once Doctor Banner is finished, get some rest. We’ll finish this in the morning, okay?”
You nodded finally looking up to him. “Got it, Cap.” you gave him a sad smile, in hopes he’d go easy on you.
Steve nodded, sighing deeply as he stepped forwards and cupped your face in his hands. “That’s an order, okay? Follow it, this time.”you nodded rolling your eyes a little at him. “See you tomorrow, doll.” Steve gently pressed a kiss to your cheek before he left you alone with Bruce.
You sighed dropping your head. “You know, I think he might actually throw the book at me this time, Bruce.”
Bruce smiled as he sat back, admiring his stitching on your side. “Don’t be silly.”
You nodded sighing. “I’m serious, Bruce. He said last time, that was it. I was, reckless… a hot head… “ you sighed.
Bruce shook his head. “Nah, you’re too good.” he smiled.
“Thanks, Bruce.” you muttered looking down to your hands, hoping he couldn’t see your blush.
“Besides, Steve’s always going to worry about you when you get shot… I think it’s what boyfriends are meant to do, isn’t it?” he smirked up at you as your eyes widened. “Sorry, secret, boyfriend.” he teased a little.
You gulped leaning forwards. “How do you know?” you whispered even though you were the only ones in there.
You and Steve had been in a secret relationship for the past two months. The reason you’d kept it a secret for so long was because you were worried how the others would react. You still felt like the outsider of the group what with being the newest and youngest member of the Avengers. When you first joined over a year ago Steve wasn’t exactly happy about it, not thinking you were needed or necessary but Tony was adamant you were what they needed. After a couple of weeks and you practically saving Steve’s life in a similar way you had Sam’s, his mind was changed. Actually, he’d shouted at you like had just done, now. You were a mutant that could heal any wounds (in some cases you needed a little help, hence the stitches) as well being an excellent fighter, with and without weapons.
“It doesn’t take a genius, Y/N. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” he smiled softly as he walked off to put his things away.
You sighed lowering your head into your hands. “Damn… who else knows? Tony? Nat?” you asked looking over your shoulder to him.
He nodded smiling again. “Nat, yes. Tony, no, surprisingly.” he smirked. “And, Bucky… and probably Wanda.”
You rolled your eyes with a sigh. “Great…”
“Y/N… Steve won’t bench you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You saved Sam’s life and… like I said, you’re too good. He forgets what you can do. He cares about you… he might even… love you…”
You jumped up with wide eyes. “Love? Nah… I’m not worth that from Steve, Bruce.” you laughed as you picked up your shirt and began to put it on, only to wince in pain. “Damn it!”
“Here-” Bruce put his glasses down and took the shirt from your hands and held it up for you. “You’re worth, every ounce of love not only Steve can give you but anyone… you’re a good person, Y/N. You saved Steve’s life after only knowing him a week and half… and you saved Sam’s life… as well as countless others… bad people don;t do that, remember that.” he smiled softly as he placed his hand on your shoulder.
You smiled thanking him.You left the lab and went back to your room to rest like Steve had told you to do but when you got to your room, Steve was sat on your bed waiting for you. “Fuck- I thought I’d lost you!” he closed the gap between the two of you, immediately crashing his lips onto yours as he held your face in his hands.
You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as your eyes began to water. “I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to disobey-”
“Hey, shh… “ Steve pulled back smiling at you. “I don’t care, okay… all that matters is that, you’re okay and… I’m sorry for shouting at you like I did… I just- I… fuck, Y/N, I love you.” Steve gulped as his own eyes watered, looking into yours.
You gasped leaning up and crashing your lips against his. “I… love you… too.” you said in between kissing, smiling with him. You pulled back laughing a little to yourself, catching Steve off guard.
“What’s funny?” he frowned slightly.
You shook your head smiling. “Just… Bruce said, it doesn’t take a genius to work out, that, we’re- but, Tony hasn’t a clue.” you grinned up at him.
Steve let out a short laugh as he nodded. “Maybe Tony isn’t as smart as he thinks he is.”
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.”
You'd been going over the books and papers in front of you for who knows how long. You'd felt tired a while back but you kept at it. When you were jarred awake by almost falling off your chair, you shook off the sudden anxiety of being woken up that way and looked at your watch. Dear gods, was it already almost 2am?
With a yawn you rub your arms and look towards your research partner across the room.
"Dr. Banner," you call, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"humm?" is the only response.
He doesn't even look up, still so engrossed in the book in front of him.
Shaking your head slightly, you smile and let out an amused huff. He really never changes. With another yawn, you stretch your arms above your head to release the tension from your shoulders. Standing up, you stretch your legs before walking around the desks towards the hunched over figure that is Dr. Banner.
"Bruce?" this time it's a question, is he listening or just reacting to noises in the room?
"humm?" he still doesn’t look up, completely oblivious.
'Oh Bruce,' you think with a smile as you reach him.
"Alright, that's it," you chide with amusement in your voice.
"what? Y/N, what are you doing?" the question ends on a yawn. "What time is it?" he asks stretching and yawning again.
You turn his chair until you're standing in front of him before you reach to take off his glasses. Closing the large text he was reading, you fold his glasses gently and place them on top of the book.
"Late enough. You're taking a break, put down the text book, I'm going to show you something."
Taking a small step back, you hold out your hands with a smile.
"Where are we going?" he asks as he takes your hands.
Pulling him up you smile, "Have you ever seen the stars out here at night?"
His brow furrows at the question and he shakes his head slightly, causing you to laugh softly. 'Of course he hasn't.'
"Well then, lets remedy that shall we?" you say reaching up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
The two of you make your way from the lab in the basement to the control tower hand in hand. Stepping out on the balcony, you lean with your back against the railing as you look up at the stars with a smile on your face.
"I don't know that I've ever seen anything more beautiful."
Still holding your hand, his thumb rubs softly across your knuckles. Looking at you he smiles.
Original prompt from the ever lovely and radiant @deansbaby67supernatural: Dating Bruce already and Tony sees it fit to set you up on a double date with him.
A/N: Okay, so here’s the long promised Bruce fic. I’m really sorry about how long it took me to get this done, I hope you like it. Also! This is only my second time writing Bruce, so I’m not sure how well I wrote him, but I hope I did him justice. ;u; This is definitely a super cute prompt, so thank you for sending it in!!
“(Y/N)?” A quiet voice comes from behind. I slowly turn around, finding my lovely significant other standing there.
“Bruce!” I exclaim, quickly walking to him and kiss him on the cheek before pulling him into a hug. “I was just wondering where you were.”
“I just wanted to grab a couple things before our, uh, meeting tonight.” He says, bringing a small bouquet of white daisies out from behind his back.
“Oh, sweetheart, they’re lovely!” I take them from his hand before cupping his cheek and pecking him on the lips. “Thank you so muc-”
My words are cut off by both of our phones ringing. I pull my phone from my pocket to find Steve calling. I frown at the caller I.D., angry that Steve would have the nerve to disturb me on date night and my first night off in months. When I look up, Bruce is speaking to whoever called him, looking at me forlornly.
Tony. He mouths.
I nod and answer my own call.
“You’d better have a really good reason for calling me right now, Rogers.” I snap.
Believe me, (Y/N), I wouldn’t be calling if it weren’t extremely important.
“What happened?”
Barton’s been captured.
“Don’t you have Wanda and Nat there with you?”
I do, but they’re both kind of distraught… He trails off for a moment and I can hear him sigh heavily on his end.
“That makes sense...” I say quietly. “They are the two people closest to him, aside from his family.”
Like I said. I wouldn’t be calling if it weren’t important.
“Where do you want me to meet you?”
I got Stark to program the coordinates into the GPS of the quinjet. That’s waiting for you in the hangar right now.
“I'll be there as soon as I can.”
Thank you, (Y/N).
“Don't thank me, Steve. Just make sure this doesn't happen on my night off next time.” I hang up and turn back to Bruce. “What’s the news from Tony?”
“Looks like we’ve got an important project with Helen Cho.” He says, removing his glasses and running a hand over his face. “What about you?”
“Clint’s been nabbed and Steve wants me to pack up and meet him, Nat and Wanda to help rescue him.”
“Looks like we’re going to have to reschedule then.” He sighs quietly.
“It sure does.” I look at the small bouquet clutched in my hand. “I’m really sorry. I know how long we’ve been planning this. I told Steve that I would be unavailable this evening, so I don’t know why he couldn’t have called Tony or Sam.”
“It’s okay.” He says, gently pulling me to his chest in a hug. “We can celebrate our anniversary later. It’s not like we have to celebrate on a specific day.”
“Yeah, but we wanted to and therefore should have been able to.” I pout. He just chuckles in response.
“You should probably go get changed and packed. I have to go meet Tony.”
“Alright.” I sigh, circling my arms around his neck. “Give us a kiss?”
“Ugh, you know my great aunt says that right?” He groans. “It’s really gross.”
“That’s why I do it.” I laugh. “But seriously. I’m not going to let go till you kiss me.”
“Well now, that doesn’t make me want to kiss you at all.” I raise my eyebrows at him, non verbally reminding him that we have places to be and people to save. He gives in and presses his soft, slightly chapped lips to mine.
“Mmm,” I hum quietly before pulling away and removing my arms from his neck. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“I’ll miss you.” He says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile. I smile sadly at him before slipping out of the room to get ready for the impromptu mission.
-Third Person-
As Tony made his way to the garage he passed (Y/N). She was carrying a rather large duffel bag, slung over her shoulder, dressed in her uniform, big combat boots and all. He stopped for a moment to watch her murder-walk her way to the hangar, thinking about a certain genius friend of his. The two of them would be perfect for each other, they just didn’t know it yet.
After (Y/N) had disappeared from sight Tony kept on his way to the garage. When he arrives he slides into the driver’s seat of the car. Bruce is already seated and going through some pertinent files on a tablet in his lap.
“Hey,” Tony says, effectively making the conversation awkward. “You like (Y/N), right?”
“Yeah,” Bruce answers, looking up at Tony over the upper rim of his glasses. “Why?”
“Why don’t you two go on a double date with Pepper and I this weekend?” Tony suggests. “We could go to a real nice restaurant, good foods, friends. It’ll be a great time.”
“Okay...” Bruce says, turning his attention back to the tablet. “I’ll check with her and see if she’s free and wants to go.”
“Alright then.” Tony says, surprised by how willing his friend was to ask (Y/N) out. He shrugs it off and starts the car before heading off on their assignment.
-Readers POV-
“You’ve got a call ma’am.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice floats through the cabin of the quinjet.
“Alright,” I turn slightly to push the button to answer the call. “Hello?”
Hey, (Y/N). An all too familiar, quiet voice says.
“Bruce, hey,” I smile. “What’s up?”
So Tony just invited us out to dinner with him and Pepper this weekend.
“Oh?”
Yeah, it was kind of weird though.
“How so?
Do you think it could be possible that he doesn’t know that we’re together?
“I thought the whole team knew.” I try to think of how everyone figured out about our relationship. Most of the team had said that it was fairly obvious that we were dating, but now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t remember talking to Tony about my relationship with Bruce. “Do you really think the rest of the team just didn’t tell him though? Gossip moves through the tower like a swarm of locusts.”
That is true. He probably knows.
“Yeah, he probably does.” I laugh lightly.
So do you want to go? He asks.
“Sure, why not.” I answer. “It would give us the chance to celebrate properly.”
Then I’ll let him know. I can hear the slight smile in his voice.
“Okay, good luck with that.”
Trust me, this is the highlight of my day. Call me when you’re on your way back, okay?
“Of course I will.” I say. “I love you.”
I love you too.
-Three days later-
“Do you think this is too casual?” I ask, stepping out of the bathroom, putting in my second earing.
“Spin for me?” Bruce answers with his own question. I roll my eyes, smile and oblige, doing a quick 360, the skirt of my dress billowing out slightly. When I come back to face him he’s just grinning at me.
“What?” I inquire.
“Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He answers, rising from his seat on my bed.
“Aww, thanks, babe.” I coo, poking him gently in the stomach a few times, squinting at him lovingly.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket and purse and then we can skedaddle.” I quickly scoop up my things and hold out my hand for Bruce. He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, and leads me from the room to the garage.
We meet Pepper and Tony by the car we’re taking. I have no clue what it is, but it looks fast and expensive. We quickly greet each other with hugs and kisses on the cheek before sliding into our respective seats. The restaurant is downtown, but we manage to get there relatively quickly despite the traffic.
Once we’re inside the restaurant, we’re seated surprisingly quickly and almost immediately asked what we want to drink. Pepper and Tony order wine and scotch of some sort, vintages and years that I could never ever hope to keep straight or understand. After writing down their requests, the waiter turns to Bruce and I.
“And what can I get for you two?” He asks, a surprising amount of cheer in his voice.
“Oh, uh, just water for me, thanks.” I answer.
“Same for me.” Bruce nods politely.
The waiter smiles widely at us before hurrying away to get us our drinks.
“So, how did your mission go?” Tony asks.
“It was fairly simple.” I shrug. “Clint pulled some stupid stunt. He wasn’t thinking and he got nabbed by a number of Hydra thugs and we had to go in and get him out. Wanda and Nat were a little worked up for some weird reason, so Steve called me in to get Clint out. There was a very small amount of soldiers in the compound where he was being held and we took them out pretty quickly and found Clint easily. What was strange was the weapons we found and the sheer number of them.”
“Oh?” Pepper sounds intrigued. “What kinds of weapons?”
“Mostly guns and things like that. There was a surprising amount of Chitauri scepters and blasters.” I rest my chin in my hand and lean my elbow on the table. “It’s really disconcerting to see that sort of stuff because we thought we had managed to gather up and contain every possible piece of the weaponry after the New York incident.”
“You’re sure it was Chitauri?” Tony asks.
“Definitely,” I answer. “I checked the components on the flight back.”
“You brought all the weapons back with you?” Bruce inquires.
“Yup, they’re waiting for you in the lab.” I say, looking up at him, not bothering to sit up or remove my chin from my hand.
“You,” He says, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “Are the best.”
“Wow.” Tony says.
“What?” Bruce and I ask at the same time.
“You guys are just really comfortable with each other.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” I inquire.
“Well it’s your first date, so I just assumed that you would be a little shy or something.” Pepper snorts in amusement next to him. “What?”
“Tony, we’re together.” Bruce says.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I add. “For a little over a year now.”
“Are you serious?”
“You seriously didn’t know?” I ask.
“Of course I didn’t.” He answers defensively. “You think I would be reacting like this if i knew?”
“The rest of the team knows, I just assumed you did too.”
“What is this world coming to?” He whines. “The gossip in my own tower, skipping right over me.”
“You’ll get over it.” Pepper says sarcastically, patting him softly on the shoulder.
“Did you know about this?” He asks her.
“Well, yeah. It’s obvious that they’re together.”
“How obvious could it be if I didn’t pick up on it?”
“She was one of the first people to figure it out, actually.” I muse, absentmindedly pointing at Pepper.
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Don’t worry, Tony.” I say, chuckling lightly. “You’ll be the first to know if anything happens next time.”
