#incredible hulk

[kaijuguy19]

Hulk putting the fear of God in Marvels most ruthless and deadly characters will never stop being funny and entertaining. XD

[glickiez]

no one makes bruce banner smut and its pissing me off so bad. I've been searching everywhere for mcu bruce banner but and all i can find is bruce banner from the comics. like please bro i want the mark ruffalo hulk. if someone find it lmk and tag me thank you!

[castielscaplan]

What If I Hurt You Again?

Summary: Bruce hulks out during a mission and you get hurt in the midst. He avoids you for weeks afterwards. [WC 1.2K] [Ao3]

Warnings: hurt/comfort, bruce is terrified, reader gets injured

Request: Hi! I'm here to request a Bruce Banner x reader fic where he gets mad during a fight, hulks out, and accidentally hurts the reader in his fit of rage. He feels terrible and tries to avoid the reader but the reader doesn't let him. Thank you!! @ anon

The fight was supposed to be controlled. That’s what they’d said. Quick in, quick out. Contain the situation. Minimal damage. But plans like that never seemed to hold when things got messy not when voices got louder, when weapons got heavier, when fear started spreading through the air like smoke.

You saw it before anyone else did. The shift in him. “Bruce—” you called, already moving toward him.

Too late. His breathing had gone uneven, chest rising too fast, hands trembling at his sides. Someone shouted. Something exploded too close.

And then Green. Massive. Unstoppable. The Hulk roared, and the ground seemed to shake with it.

“Everyone back!” someone yelled.

But you didn’t move. Because you knew him. Because somewhere in there, beneath all that rage, was Bruce—and Bruce would never hurt you.

Right?

“Hey!” you shouted, stepping forward despite the chaos. “It’s okay—it’s just me—”

The Hulk turned.

His eyes locked onto you—but they weren’t seeing you. Not really. Not yet.

“Easy,” you said, softer now, hands raised slightly. “You’re okay. You’re safe. You don’t need to—”

He moved too fast.

One second he was across the debris-strewn ground, the next— Impact.

Pain exploded through your side as you were thrown back, your body hitting the concrete hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Everything went white for a split second, sound swallowed by a ringing void.

Then nothing.

When Bruce came back, it was like waking up in a nightmare he couldn’t escape. The battlefield was quiet now. Too quiet. Debris everywhere. Scorch marks. Cracks splitting the ground.

And then he saw you. Lying too still. “No—”

The word fell apart as it left his lips.

He scrambled toward you, ignoring everything else—ignoring the voices calling his name, the hands trying to pull him back.

“Y/N—hey—hey, look at me—”

His hands hovered over you, shaking so badly he was afraid to touch you. Like even now, even like this, he might still hurt you.

“This wasn’t— I didn’t—” His voice broke. “I didn’t mean to.”

You stirred faintly, a soft sound slipping past your lips. Relief hit him so hard it almost made him dizzy.

“You’re okay,” he whispered quickly, even though you clearly weren’t. “You’re okay, you’re okay—”

But he could already see it—the way you winced, the way your breathing hitched, the way your body refused to move quite right.

And the realization hit him like a second blow. He did that.

After that… Bruce disappeared. Not physically—not entirely. He still showed up when he had to. Missions. Meetings. The necessary things.

But you?

He avoided you like you were made of glass and guilt. If you walked into a room, he found a reason to leave. If you tried to talk, he’d mumble something about work, about needing space, about not wanting to make things worse.

It was driving you insane. And a little bit furious. So you stopped letting him. You found him in the lab. Of course you did.

Bruce stood hunched over a workbench, shoulders tight, like he carried something heavy even now. Maybe he always did.

“Really?” you said from the doorway. “This is how we’re doing this?”

He froze. Didn’t turn around. “You shouldn’t be up,” he said instead, voice strained. “You’re still healing—”

“Don’t,” you cut in, stepping inside. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“This,” you gestured between you. “Talking around me like I’m not the actual problem you’re avoiding.”

That made him flinch. Finally, he turned. And god—he looked wrecked. Dark circles. Tension carved into every line of his face. Eyes that wouldn’t quite meet yours for more than a second.

“I hurt you,” he said quietly. It wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t angry. Just… defeated.

“Yeah,” you said. You didn’t sugarcoat it. Didn’t pretend it didn’t happen. Because it did.

Bruce swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the floor. “I lost control,” he continued. “And you paid for it. So forgive me if I don’t think being around you is a good idea right now.”

“Or ever?” you challenged. He didn’t answer. That told you enough. You stepped closer. He tensed immediately. “See?” you said softly. “That right there. You won’t even let me stand near you.”

“I could do it again.” His voice cracked on the last word.

That stopped you for a second. Not because you believed it—but because of how much he did. “You think I don’t know the risk?” you asked gently.

He shook his head, frustrated now. “No, I think you do, and you’re ignoring it. Which is worse.”

“I’m not ignoring it,” you said. “I’m choosing it.”

That made him look up. Really look at you. “What?”

“I’m choosing to still be here,” you said, steady. “With you.”

His expression twisted. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why? Because you messed up? Because you lost control for a second in the middle of a battlefield?”

“A second is all it takes!” he snapped, then immediately recoiled from his own volume. “That’s the problem. That’s always the problem.”

Silence stretched between you.

“I can’t risk you like that again.”

You took another step closer. He didn’t move this time—but his hands clenched at his sides like it took everything in him to stay still.

“You’re not the only one who gets a say in that,” you said.

“That’s not how this works—”

“It is for me.” You were right in front of him now. Close enough to see the way his breathing stuttered. Close enough that he could reach out but he didn’t. “Look at me,” you said softly.

He hesitated. Then he did.

“I’m still here,” you continued. “I’m hurt, yeah. But I’m healing. And I’m not afraid of you, Bruce.”

“You should be.”

“I’m not.” Your hand lifted slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t. Your fingers curled gently around his wrist—careful, grounding, real.

He sucked in a breath like the contact burned.

“I know it wasn’t you,” you said quietly. “Not really. And I’m not going to punish you for something you already hate about yourself.”

His eyes shut tight. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

“I didn’t say it did.” You squeezed his wrist lightly. “I said I’m not leaving.”

That broke something. His shoulders sagged, tension unraveling just enough for the cracks to show. “I thought—” he started, then stopped. Tried again. “I thought if I stayed away, at least I couldn’t hurt you again.”

“Or,” you countered gently, “you just end up hurting both of us in a different way.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Yeah,” he admitted. “That too.”

A small, fragile moment passed between you. Carefully, he turned his hand, letting his fingers brush against yours. Testing. Like he expected something to go wrong. Nothing did. “I’m still scared,” he said.

“I know.”

“I don’t trust myself.”

“Then trust me a little,” you offered.

His lips twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You always make things sound easier than they are.”

“Only because you make them sound impossible.” That earned you the faintest huff of breath. Progress.

You stepped a little closer, resting your forehead lightly against his shoulder.

He went still then, his arm came around you. Loose. Gentle. Like you might break. Like he might. But he held on. And this time— he didn’t pull away.

[prest0-art]

Saw this trend on TikTok and it made me laugh so I did an Avengers version

This would’ve done wonders back in 2012

[luvhotchner]

gen z - avengers

summary: y/n and peter are the only gen z avengers and when a mission comes up, their age really shows.

warnings/pairings: avengers x fem!reader, platonic relationships, swearing, use of y/n, the team being cray cray

lol i’m back…! i didn’t put many people on this gc because i don’t think they would use it (ex, thor) so don’t flame me! also this is like kinda bad so… mb!

slang word bank for those who don’t know them!

- SYBAU: shut your b!tch ass up

- TBH: to be honest

- STFU: shut the f!ck up

- ISTG: i swear to god

- TS PMO: this sh!t piss me off

- NGL: not gonna lie

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Bruce Banner (Mark Ruffalo) studies💚

this new pencil brush is fun :3

[yuriosakawa]

Us: my baby!!!

every one thinking it's them

Us: jeff!!!

Ps. Thought this was funny

Marvel Rivals Self-Aware AU: My Baby

It was yet another stressful battle against multiversal versions of themselves—this time unfolding across the golden spires and shattered bridges of Yggsgard.

The team deployed today consisted of Emma Frost, Black Widow, Punisher, Hulk, Mantis, and—

“No!! My baby!!”

Your distressed voice echoed across the battlefield, loud enough to cut through the clash of metal and energy. Instantly, everyone froze, eyes snapping upward toward the sky where it had come from.

Today’s fight wasn’t going particularly well, even with the Presence’s assistance. Their healers were doing their best, but bruises and cuts still littered their bodies, and exhaustion weighed heavily in their limbs.

In other words…

You could have been worried about any of them.

Suspicion settled in like a bad omen. One by one, they turned on each other, expressions sharp and wary.

“Nice voice talking about Hulk,” Hulk declared confidently, huffing as he crossed his arms. “Hulk biggest. Hulk strongest.”

“Excuse me?” Emma scoffed, her tone refined but dripping with offense. “If the Presence were to express concern for anyone, it would obviously be their most valuable asset. Which is me.”

“And why is that, exactly?” Natasha asked coolly, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice.

“Darling,” Emma smirked, “have you seen me?” 

She punctuated her point by shifting into her diamond form, light gleaming sharply off her crystalline skin.

“In order to win this fight,” Natasha replied evenly, “the Presence requires strategy and precision.”

“In that case,” Emma countered, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “shouldn’t they switch to that little archer friend of yours?”

Natasha’s jaw tightened.

“Could you two broads stop yappin’ and focus on the mission?!” Punisher snapped, unloading a round at the advancing enemy forces. “Some of us are still trying to win this thing!”

“Exactly,” Mantis chimed in, nodding serenely. “We should not fight amongst ourselves.”

Then she smiled—bright, mischievous. “Because the Presence’s favorite is me.”

Natasha blinked.

Emma gasped. “Why, I never—”

“Jeff!”

Your voice cut through them again—this time bright with relief and joy.

The argument died instantly.

Jeff had respawned, safe and unharmed. The little land shark wiggled happily, wagging his fin-tail as he purred, clearly delighted to be back. A soft giggle followed from above, warm and unmistakably fond.

For a moment, the battlefield fell completely silent.

“Jeff…” Natasha whispered slowly. “They were talking about Jeff.”

“Weird fish thing?” Hulk grunted, incredulous.

“What does that little land shark have that I don’t?!” Emma whined, her diamond form cracking back into flesh as she crossed her arms.

“Well,” Mantis said thoughtfully, “Jeff is very cute. And his emotions are always full of love for the Presence.”

“Tch. Yeah, yeah,” Frank muttered. “Cry me a river. We’ve still got a mission to finish.” 

He reloaded sharply. “And I doubt your precious space god’s gonna be happy if we lose.”

Mantis raised a hand politely. “Actually, we still haven’t confirmed whether the Presence truly originates from—”

“It was rhetorical!” Frank barked.

Meanwhile, Jeff let out a cheerful little chuff as the Presence took control once more. He dove smoothly into the ground, tunneling back toward the fight—happy, smug, and fully aware that he was, without question, your favorite.

[wwprice1]

A truly incredible Hulk by RB Silva.