#dad!hulk

[science-hoes]

Like Father, Like Son Part 2

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader, dad!Banner x Reader’s Son

Prompt: Continuation of Part 1

Warnings: Language, I can’t remember

Words: 1.4k

Bruce trudged into the Avengers Headquarters, Robert still tucked securely in his arms. Now, the infant had nuzzled his little face into Bruce’s warm, bare chest. The rain had made him very cold, and Bruce was worried that he might Hulk-out again before he could even change him out of his wet clothes.

He stumbled up to your room, feeling more and more nauseous as he made his way. Then as he reached the hallway of bedrooms for each Avenger, he was met by Tony.

“Hey, Brucie, how was father-son time?” He asked, not taking note of Bruce’s lack of clothing except the tattered pants.

Bruce felt the aches in his muscles and began to sweat profusely. He looked to Tony weakly, unable to speak. Tony’s face then hardened with concern, taking Robert from Bruce’s arms.

“Green bean showed up, didn’t he?” Tony asked, taking Robert from Bruce’s arms. “And your radiation sickness is starting. Let’s get you to your room.” He said, grabbing Bruce firmly by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

Bruce looked at Robert, who was beginning to whimper. The realization hit him. Robert was going to suffer from the radiation sickness, too.

“FRIDAY, notify Mrs. Banner, well not Mrs. yet, but get (Y/N) up here because Bruce just de-Hulked,” Tony said as he opened the door to the room.

“Yes, sir. She is still in the recreational area with Agent Romanoff. Would you like me to notify her anyway?” The AI Answered.

“Yes, please, that would be great,” Tony mumbled as he helped Bruce onto the bed before placing Robert into the crib. “Okay, Bruce, it will be routine as usual. Just go through the motions and it will be over before you know it.”

Bruce tried to speak, but then his skin began to burn and blister. He groaned in pain, and that’s when Robert began to cry. Tony leaned over the crib to check on the infant, and his eyes widened.

“Holy Mother of God…” Tony mumbled before looking back to Bruce. “He Hulked-out, didn’t he? Robert has it, too.” He said.

Bruce nodded weakly. Tony pulled the crib closer to him, so he could monitor both Bruce and Robert. “FRIDAY, give me vital signs on Robert Banner.” He said worriedly, watching sadly as both Bruce and Robert suffered from painful blisters and intensifying burns on the skin.

“Do you mean Agent Robert Bruce Banner, or his son, Robert Bruce Banner, Jr.?” FRIDAY responded.

Tony nodded. “Why don’t you just give me both, please? And tell Rogers and Barton to get their asses in here, too. I’m gonna need some help.” He replied.

“Yes, sir,” FRIDAY said before notifying the other requested Avengers.

A holographic screen appeared above both Robert and Bruce, detailing the heart rate and other vital signs. Clint and Steve ran into the room.

“FRIDAY said there was a Code Purple,” Steve said as he stepped closer to Bruce, knowing that soon they would have to hold him down because the pain would be too much to bear.

Tony looked up at them and shook his head. “There are two Code Purples.” He replied, picking up Robert in his arms and shoving him into Clint’s.

Clint’s father instincts kicked in, and he began to bounce the infant in his arms to try and soothe the crying. “Robert has it, too?” He asked sadly.

Tony nodded. “Yes, and his skin is blistering, too. That baby is in pain just like his father.” He replied, equally upset about the situation.

“Does (Y/N) know about this?” Steve asked.

And as if on cue, you rushed into the room. “What happened?!” You asked frantically. “Is Robert okay? Did the Hulk-“

Tony walked over to you and grabbed your shoulders to ground you. “Robert has it, too.” He said firmly.

You stared at him, not understanding what ‘it’ meant. “Tony, wha-“

And you were cut off by screams. At the same time, Bruce and Robert began to seize. Your world began to spin. Clint placed Robert back into the crib and stood back to monitor his condition. Steve and Tony pushed Bruce onto his side. You didn’t know whether to run to Robert or Bruce, so you remained planted, still in shock.

Clint looked to you. “Robert will be okay. If Bruce is always okay, then Robert will be okay.” He tried to assure you.

The words did help a little, but you burst into tears anyway. It was difficult enough to worry about Bruce every time he Hulked-out, but now you had to worry about your son, too.

Eventually, both Robert and Bruce stopped seizing. And Tony grabbed the closest receptacle he could, so Bruce could vomit. And he did, as he always does, violently but weakly. You quickly took Robert into your arms and grabbed a towel. Luckily, it was no different than the usual spit-up that he had multiple times a day.

Soon the vomiting spells ended. Bruce was nearly unconscious on the bed. Clint and Steve walked out without saying another word. Tony looked to you and placed a hand on your back.

“I have FRIDAY monitoring both of their vital signs. If anything abnormal happens, she will let you know.” He assured you before stepping out as well.

While Bruce was regaining the color in his pale face, you changed Robert into new clothes before placing him in his crib. Robert had ceased his cries and fell asleep for a much-needed nap. You crawled onto the bed, laying next to Bruce.

Bruce opened his eyes, and they were already filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” He breathed.

You wanted to say everything was okay. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. You wanted to say anything to make Bruce feel better, but you knew that he would just throw it back in your face.

“We knew that this was a possibility.” You replied, running your fingers through Bruce’s dampened curls.

But then he broke into sobs. You pulled him close so that his face was able to bury into your neck. “He’s damned for the rest of his life, (Y/N). He will suffer for the rest of his life.” He cried.

You wanted to cry, too. Because now both of your loves were living with an incurable disorder. Now both of your loves were suffering.

“Bruce, he will learn to adapt. He’s not like you. He will grow up with this and know how to live with it. He won’t live 26 years of his life perfectly and happily like you did and then have to deal with it. He will just live with it.” You tried to assure him, even though you didn’t even seem to assure yourself.

Bruce wrapped his arms around you tightly. “I don’t want him to have to deal with it. I don’t want him to have to suffer.” He whispered.

You sighed and kissed Bruce’s forehead gently. “Did the two of you Hulk-out at the same time?” You asked.

“Lightning struck a tree outside, and it threw me back. It was very loud, and I could feel the Other Guy starting to get angry. But I held it back until I noticed that Robert was turning green. It was too much for me, and the Other Guy took over.” Bruce explained.

You nodded. “Do you remember anything in between?” You asked.

Bruce was quiet for a moment. “Actually,” he said, “I remember everything…”

You looked at him, smiling slightly. “That’s new.” You said, trying to distract him from the obvious misfortunes.

Bruce nodded. “Yeah, it is new…the Other Guy, he was so in love with Robert when he was like that. I think because nobody else is like him. And to have Robert made him feel like he wasn’t alone. And Robert, when he was green, he loved him, too.” He wondered aloud.

You smiled and grabbed one of Bruce’s hands. “See, there is a good side to him.” You teased.

Bruce scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. It’s just a soft spot.” He replied. But then he smiled a little bit. “It was weird. It was like for a moment, we were the same mind because we were both so worried about Robert.”

“Well, having kids will do that to you, I guess.” You replied before looking over to the crib. “He’s going to be okay, Bruce. You’re okay, so he’ll be okay.”

Bruce nodded and held you closer to him. “I’ll make sure that he’s always okay.” He whispered.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Secret, Secret

Words:1552 Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader  Other relationships: Dad!Bruce Banner Request: “hi can I request a Peter Parker x male reader. that's just filled with fluff.” -Anon Summary: So I got the idea for this story from this request^ but I might also write something else that’s also just Peter Parker X Reader. Anyway this turned into Peter & Male reader telling the reader’s Dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, that they are in fact a little more than best friends. IDK it was just a idea I had, and im not even sure I’m happy with the final product. Let me know what you think! 

“Peter, I don’t know if this is such a good idea after all.” You frowned nervously. The two of you were walking together down the pebbly path that led to the entrance of the Avenger’s Compound. You had decided it was finally time to let the rest of the team in on your biggest secret.

“[Y/N], it’s going to be fine.” Peter insisted. He reached out and took your hand. “Remember how worried you were when we told Aunt May?”

“This is different.” You insisted. “Aunt May doesn’t turn into a rage monster at the drop of a hat.”

“You’ve never been over when I forget to take out the trash.” Peter rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we’ll talk to your dad first. He likes me.”

“Dad like’s everyone. It’s the other guy you have to worry about.” You tried to smirk, wishing you could be as calm and self-assured as Peter Parker. Then again, he was Spiderman, he had a good reason to be confident. You swiped the Avengers ID that your “Uncle” Tony have given you and the two of you entered the building. Wanda and Vision were coming down the main hallway that you and Peter were walking up. You always liked the couple a lot, even before they showed they could keep yours and Peter’s secret.

“Hello, [Y/n]. Hello Peter.” Vision greeted to two of you pleasantly. “What brings you young gentlemen here today?”  

“We’re here to see Dr. Banner.” Peter explained.

“Are you finally going to tell him about the two of you?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“Wanda, shhh! Say it over the PA system, why don’t you?” You looked around uncomfortably. You would hate for your Dad to hear your news from someone else first.

“[Y/n], your concern is unnecessary. Dr. Banner is working in his soundproof laboratory with Mr. Stark.” Vision told you.

“If they’re working, maybe we should come back another time.” You suggested to Peter.

“They’re always working!” He laughed, grasping your hand again. You wriggled out of his touch for fear that someone else might see. Peter looked hurt, but he understood what you were worried about. You loved your dad and you were fairly close. After your mom died you only got closer. The two of you told each other everything and he knew you would feel much better once you had your only secret out in the open.

“We’d better go before I change my mind.” You sighed. “Catch you later, Wanda, Viz.”

You and Peter weren’t exactly quiet as you came into your father’s lab. For one thing, you were laughing loudly at a joke he’d just told you to lighten the mood. Your deep bellow seemed to boomerang around the room and echoed back to you. Seemingly undisturbed by anything your father and Tony kept their eyes on their work.

“Uh, Dad?” You called from the door before taking a few steps towards him. He didn’t respond to you. “Hello? Earth to Dr. Banner!” Still no response, so you walked even closer. You were now standing about a foot away. “Opera sucks!” You called trying to get his attention. “Dude!”

“[Y/n], he’s wearing headphones.” Peter pointed to your dad’s ears which you now saw were in fact covered by over the ear headphones. You reached out and gave your dad’s shoulder a gently shove.

“Sorry,” He apologized, taking the headphones off. “I was trying to concentrate.”

“Your kid thinks your music sucks!” Tony yelled from across the room. Before casting his eyes back at his computer screen.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” Your Dad chuckled. “What’s up guys?” He asked looking away from Tony and over at you. “It’s Thursday, don’t you usually have dinner with Aunt May on Thursdays?”

Bruce Banner was basically Dad of the year every year. You were the only kid you knew whose parent actually paid attention to you and knew where you were at all times. He always remembered that you tutored Math and Science on Mondays and Wednesdays, and worked on the school newspaper basically around the clock. He knew all of your friends’ names and could probably tell you five fun facts about each of them. He knew that Peter was your best friend, and while you spent most of your time hanging out at the Avengers Compound, you made time every Thursday to visit with Aunt May.

“We’re kind of blowing Aunt May off this week.” Peter explained. “She understands.”

“What’s so important? Deadline at the school paper?” You dad was concerned. It wasn’t like you to skip out on a commitment.

“Not exactly.” You tried not to bite your lip. It was a telltale sign that you were nervous and he’d pick up on it in an instant. “Pete and I have to talk to you about something.”

“Oh. Okay.” You Dad reached up and removed his glasses a telltale sign that he was nervous. “Should we, go somewhere more…?”

“The lab’s fine.” You assured him. “Besides, Uncle Tony’s going to find out eventually anyway.” You inhaled a deep breath. This was the first time you were going to admit to your dad who you really were. You always assumed he sort of knew. You’d never brought any girls home for him to meet. You never talked about being interested in any girls, or boys for that matter.

“You remember when you wanted to start seeing Natashia? And you gave me that great speech about how you weren’t trying to replace Mom, but you were ready to move on and you wanted to try with Nat because she understood you for who you really were and not just the man behind the Hulk?”

“Yeah. I remember.” He nodded. “You handled it very maturely.”

“Awesome. I’m just asking that you do the same for me.” You said, wringing your hands together. “So you know how Peter and I met at the school Newspaper? We started spending a lot of time together because I would write articles and he would take pictures…”

“He knows how a newspaper works.” Peter piped up.

“Right. Listen, Dad, Peter understands me the same way that Natasha understand you. He’s not just my best friend, Dad.” You still couldn’t exactly put to words what you were trying to say, but your dad was smart; a genius. Some things were more powerful than words. You reached over and entangled your fingers inside of Peter’s for the first time ever in front of your Dad.

You didn’t say anything and neither did Peter nor your dad. The room was silent except for the random bleeps coming from Tony’s computer in the back of the room. The longer the silence stretch the more uncomfortable you begin to feel. In your head, you were begging for someone to say something. You probably would have even settled for one of Tony’s witty comments in that moment. The seconds stretched on for what felt like years and still no one said anything.

“I know this probably wasn’t what you wanted from your only son…” You started to say, but your dad interrupted you. He put his glasses down on the counter next to the microscope he’d been working with, and got up off his chair.

“I’m sorry,[Y/N], but I have to stop you right there. This is who you are. You can’t change who you love any more than I could change my eye color or Uncle Tony could stop being sarcastic. And I think Peter,” your Dad turned to look at your boyfriend. “is perfect for you. You’re both smart, strong young men who I couldn’t be prouder of.” Then your Dad surprised you both by pulling you and Peter into a tight bear hug.

“Can I say something now?” Tony stepped out from his workstation coming alive for the first time. Now you couldn’t help but bite your lip. In the back of your mind you had hoped your dad would be cool with whatever you told him. It was a relief to know that he was. But Tony on the other hand, He was unpredictable, who knew what he was about to say. You felt your dad put a protective hand on your shoulder and assumed his other was on Peter’s.

“Tony…” Your Dad almost sounded like he was growling. You were too afraid to look back and see green in his eyes.

“I just want to say,” Tony began, holding both of his hands up in a sign of peace. “that I’ve had my suspicions since Underoos and Mini Hulk started having weekly dinners with May. Now don’t go all Jolly Green Giant on me, but we’ve had a pool going…”

“We?” Bruce repeated.

“Yeah, you know the whole team. Rogers, Barton, Wilson…speaking of which Romanoff and I had ‘before prom’ so it looks like we win.” The next thing you knew, Tony was pulling out his wallet and handing you a small stack of bills. “Take each other out to dinner on me and congrats. I’m very happy for you. Really.”

“Well that was easier than I expected.” You sighed in relief.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about.” Peter smiled.

“I guess you were, right.” You leaned over and kissed Peter right there in the lab in front of your dad and Tony.

[science-hoes]

Like Father, Like Son Part 1

Pairing: dad!Banner x Reader’s Son, background Bruce Banner x Reader

Prompt: Continuation of Not Even Flowers?

Warnings: Maybe language, I don’t remember lol

Words: 1.2k+

It was Bruce’s turn to watch your son, Robert. You were going to the gym for a while to burn off the weight you gained during the pregnancy, and Natasha was determined to help you. So you trusted Bruce to watch the baby for a few hours.

Bruce knew that you would be pissed at him if he brought Robert to the lab, so he decided to take him for a walk around the nature trail surrounding the Avengers Headquarters. It was cloudy outside, so the trail didn’t have the same excitement that it would if the sun was illuminating the bright flowers and streams. But it was still a sight to see.

Robert was cradled in his father’s arms, gazing around at the unknown scenery. Bruce looked down to him, and their eyes met, the same chocolate brown eyes.

“One day, I’m gonna take you out here and show you how to test the pH levels of the streams. Those are like tiny rivers.” Bruce said to the baby. “And one day, if you’re up to it, I can help you classify the algae that grow on the rocks.”

Robert stared at his father, not comprehending the words he said, but still paying attention to his voice. The voice that comforted him so many times at night when you told Bruce that is was his turn to check on Robert.

Bruce finally reached a small area of the trail, where Tony had put a bench (for the old people, namely Clint). He sat down, holding Robert a little closer to his chest.

“Your mother is insisting that I play classical music for you while you sleep so that your brain’s plasticity will increase. But I think if I just read out of a chemistry textbook, we can get the same results. Plus you’ll actually learn something.” Bruce explained, brushing his fingers against Robert’s face gently.

Robert reached his arms out to his father and giggled, trying to grab the material of his shirt. Bruce chuckled softly. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to sleep if I was talking to you, huh? You like to stay awake and keep me company.” He teased before bringing him closer to kiss his tiny nose.

Then raindrops began to sprinkle from the sky. Bruce looked up before exhaling and standing up. “Looks like our outdoors time is being cut short, buddy.” He said.

The rain didn’t bother Robert since Bruce was shielding his head with his hand. Just as the end of the trial was nearing, lightning struck a tree in front of the two, the power sending Bruce flying backward and hitting his head on a rock. He managed to shield and secure Robert in his arms, so the baby remained unharmed.

Bruce felt the Hulk’s rage heat up in his chest. “No, no, no…” Bruce mumbled. The Hulk sent a torturous migraine to Bruce’s head, adding on to the pain already existing from the collision with the rock. “NO! ROBERT IS WITH ME!” Bruce yelled, breathing becoming rushed.

While Bruce was dealing with the mental fight against the Hulk, he didn’t notice Robert’s cries. The cries that were becoming more and more strained. And Bruce only noticed when he saw a flash of green. The Hulk saw it, too, and they both stopped fighting for power for a moment. Robert’s eyes were a piercing green, and his veins were bulging, tinted with more green.

Bruce’s heart nearly stopped. “Robert, no.” He breathed. “Please, no, darling. Don’t do this, you’re not like this. This isn’t what you need to do.” He begged, tears welling up in his eyes. “Don’t turn green, don’t turn green, don’t turn green…”

Those pleads he always made to himself, but now he was making them to his newborn son. Soon Robert had fully transformed, still tiny, but green and angry, his strength amplified. He grabbed at Bruce’s shirt, still wanting the security of his father’s embrace. But he ripped the fabric, leaving a hole in the shirt.

Bruce nearly had to put Robert down because he thought that he might pass out from his emotions. Guilt, panic, agony, the list goes on. But then he felt the familiar strain against his head.

Bruce shook his head. “Not now, Robert is turning into YOU. He’s got your disease. He’s green and destructive!” He hissed. But then he felt another rush of a migraine coming on. “Okay, okay, fine! It’s MY disease. But now is not the time, he needs help.” Bruce added.

But he knew he wasn’t going to win this conversation. Bruce placed Robert on the ground carefully before running back a few steps, eventually tripping as he lost his senses. The Hulk regained his balance and immediately began to search for the source of the cries. He saw Robert, screaming on the ground. He rushed over, hoisting the child into his arms.

Robert continued to scream, but the Hulk brushed his large finger against the infant’s chest, rubbing small circles. Slowly but surely, Robert’s cries began to cease. The Hulk smiled slightly at the green infant.

“Little Hulk.” He growled proudly.

Robert curiously reached his hands up to the Hulk’s face, his fingers latching to one of his ears. And then he pulled. Harder than the Hulk expected. In his mind, he could hear Banner scolding him for not even thinking about the infant’s amplified strength. The Hulk growled softly at his conscious but returned his attention to Robert.

The baby nuzzled his nose against the Hulk’s chest, finally calmed down, despite the rain. The Hulk smiled proudly at the tiny, green creature. Something that was his. It was his child. Of course, Robert’s human state was also his child. But nobody was like the Hulk. Nobody had ever just cuddled against him the way that Robert did.

The Hulk carefully dropped to his knees, still holding Robert carefully. “Hulk loves Little Hulk.” He growled before placing a rough but gentle kiss on the top of Robert’s head. “Little Hulk maybe loves Hulk.” He grunted, considering the possibility.

He’s your son. He could hear Bruce saying in the back of his mind. Of course, he loves you.

The Hulk chuckled and pressed his forehead against Robert’s. “Puny Banner is right for once.” He said. And he could feel the sting that Bruce sent through the back of his mind. The Hulk growled a little, but still remained forehead to forehead with his son.

As the rain seemed to intensify, the Hulk shrunk down and lost his green tint, forming back into Bruce. When Bruce opened his eyes, he was met with chocolate orbs staring back at his own. Bruce’s forehead was still pressed to Robert’s. And Robert’s skin had also drained of the green skin color.

Fortunately for Robert, he still had his yellow onesie clinging to his small body. Bruce, however, was bare-bodied other than his tattered pants holding on loosely to his waist. The rain sent shivers through Bruce’s body. Then he remembered. The radiation sickness. If he had it, then Robert might have it, too.

“Okay, we need to get inside.” He mumbled, weakly rising to his feet and heading back to the headquarters entrance.

To Be Continued…