@questionablyheroic (bruce)
The dossier bothered Betty for any number of reasons. Starting with the idea that sharing her private medical information--and where had SHIELD gotten that--was strictly necessary to prove the damage that Bruce could do. As if the initial blast was a fair and comprehensive study of the Other Guy. More importantly, though, was the way that Bruce had paled when the X-Rays had spilled out over the table. Then, he’d gone a strange ashen grey like he was going to be sick.
And, honestly, puking on Captain America was probably preferable to the way his skin had started to tinge green. Everyone else took a collective step back, and then another. No one was there to catch him when he crumpled to the ground. Betty was there in the next second, though. Turning him over onto his back, pinning him to the ground.
She pressed a hand against his cheek, rubbed her thumb along his cheekbone. Ignored the way the green deepened. it would be okay. He would never hurt her. Not Bruce and not the Other Guy.
“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? Twenty stitches in the hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did, too. But when the sun came up, I was looking at you.” Betty wasn’t sure why that memory was the one that had come back to her. The car wreck in college wasn’t exactly the best memory to ground anyone. But, she had known in that moment, when he burst into tears watching her get stitches, that she would love him for the rest of her life. “When the sun came up, you were looking at me. I remember.”
out of the woods by taylor swift
