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Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Daniel Bruhl in the set of The Falcon And The Winter Soldier.

So the first Spider-Man movies, I loved as a kid cause I was like omg it’s Spider-Man he’s awesome, but when he was peter Parker I really didn’t like him and his story. It really was like, “Ok when is he putting the suit back on?” I never really understood his story and how he got there and why he wanted to be Spider-Man. It all seemed weird to me. I get uncle Ben and all that but it just seemed flat. Still love the movies and stuff but I think they did miss the story driven aspect. Still love’m because he’s Spider-Man, but I didn’t like him as peter Parker.

I kinda felt the same way with the amazing Spider-Man too. Andrew Garfield, as amazing actor as he is, didn’t seem like peter Parker. He had some motivation to being Spider-Man but it never clicked it was always a little off. And again with all that happening I was again like, “k where is the suit, let’s see it..” it’s just everything kinda fell flat of what I’d hope to be an amazing Spider-Man (see what I did there;). The first movie was confusing with the whole lizard thing, the concept was cool but the execution was sloppy. They also used a lot of the same things as the first Spider-Man movies which made it kinda repetitive.But again still love’m cause he’s Spider-Man , but I didn’t like him as peter Parker.

Now Tom Holland. He is literally peter Parker and idc what anyone says. Spider-Man being brought into the MCU was a game changer. Not only did marvel obviously put a hell of a lot of thought and time Into casting Spider-Man, but they put thought into PETER PARKER as well. He is a teenager, he is a nerd, he is the shy kid, he does eat lunch by himself(with ned) we get to have an actual ark behind his character. Not just Spider-Man, but a kid with feelings a kid that has everyday problems and someone the audience can relate to. Another really good thing about this Spider-Man was the directors and marvel chose to lean away from the whole uncle Ben is dead omg and all that backstory cause they didn’t need it. They stayed clear away from everything the other two movies did. He is legit straight out of the comic books. Tom Holland is the best Spider-Man and that my friends, is tea.

So the first Spider-Man movies, I loved as a kid cause I was like omg it’s Spider-Man he’s awesome, but when he was peter Parker I really didn’t like him and his story. It really was like, “Ok when is he putting the suit back on?” I never really understood his story and how he got there and why he wanted to be Spider-Man. It all seemed weird to me. I get uncle Ben and all that but it just seemed flat. Still love the movies and stuff but I think they did miss the story driven aspect. Still love’m because he’s Spider-Man, but I didn’t like him as peter Parker.

I kinda felt the same way with the amazing Spider-Man too. Andrew Garfield, as amazing actor as he is, didn’t seem like peter Parker. He had some motivation to being Spider-Man but it never clicked it was always a little off. And again with all that happening I was again like, “k where is the suit, let’s see it..” it’s just everything kinda fell flat of what I’d hope to be an amazing Spider-Man (see what I did there;). The first movie was confusing with the whole lizard thing, the concept was cool but the execution was sloppy. They also used a lot of the same things as the first Spider-Man movies which made it kinda repetitive.But again still love’m cause he’s Spider-Man , but I didn’t like him as peter Parker.

Now Tom Holland. He is literally peter Parker and idc what anyone says. Spider-Man being brought into the MCU was a game changer. Not only did marvel obviously put a hell of a lot of thought and time Into casting Spider-Man, but they put thought into PETER PARKER as well. He is a teenager, he is a nerd, he is the shy kid, he does eat lunch by himself(with ned) we get to have an actual ark behind his character. Not just Spider-Man, but a kid with feelings a kid that has everyday problems and someone the audience can relate to. Another really good thing about this Spider-Man was the directors and marvel chose to lean away from the whole uncle Ben is dead omg and all that backstory cause they didn’t need it. They stayed clear away from everything the other two movies did. He is legit straight out of the comic books. Tom Holland is the best Spider-Man and that my friends, is tea.

Thank you so much for asking!! I live for fluff and these are so cute! I decided to use them both in one fic, I hope you don’t mind and that you enjoy it!! <3333

The first thing Bruce registered as he came to an uneasy awareness, was the cold. 

The telltale soreness of a recent transformation was comforting in a way, something familiar and grounding in an unfamiliar setting. But the pain seemed that much more amplified as the chill fostered a growing ache in his setting bones. 

Bruce groaned his awareness on what felt like a tile floor, or something at least similar, as his pushed himself onto his hands and knees, testing that his joints were in working order before slowly settling back on his heels and taking in his surroundings. 

He was in a large empty chamber of some kind, a wide window to his right confirmed his suspicions that they were indeed hurtling through space at a most likely improbable speed. Bruce rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sighed, to tired to panic like he would under any other circumstances. Instead he pushed himself up on wobbling knees, holding his pants up by their deteriorated waste band before testing to make sure they wouldn’t slip down and venturing into the hall. 

Once outside he became aware of his very shirtless appearance as he was buffeted by the cold winds in the ship, breaking out into goose bumps along his arms and back. He shivered despite his best efforts to ignore it and padded along the corridor on bare feet, the metallic floor also being cold to the touch. 

Bruce wandered the empty halls for quite some time without running into anyone and wondered if perhaps it was some kind of space equivalent to night and everyone had gone to bed. He’d go back to his own room, or whatever that chamber was but he hadn’t really been in the state of mind to make some kind of method to find his way back. And so he kept walking. 

About an hour, or somewhere around there, had passed with Bruce haunting the twisted halls of the ship that he came upon an enormous chamber the resembled something like an assembly hall. Bruce glanced around, getting some kind of strange nostalgia that meant hulk had probably been here before.  

The room was gigantic it was large enough to fit a small country, and actually, it probably had earlier on. As Bruce wandered more fully into the hall he noticed the there was a giant glass dome on the front of the ship, the kind he remembered seeing in old cartoon submarines, and silhouetted by the stars, was Thor. 

Bruce was as quiet as he could manage when he approached Thor who was seemingly lost in thought. He was standing at the edge of the dome, staring out into space with his hands clasped behind his back and his shoulder ramrod straight. He didn’t even seem to sense another presence until Bruce was standing behind the little captains chair.

Thor inclined his head and turned to look at Bruce, nearly doing a double take when he saw who it was. “Banner! You’re back!” 

Bruce gave Thor a tired smile, his shoulders trembling ever so slightly as he leaned on the chair. “Yeah, I woke up a little while ago and got lost.” 

Thor’s eyes honed in on the slight shake to Bruce’s frame and he immediately closed the distance between, unclasping his cape from his shoulder and draping it around Bruce’s shoulders before the man could protest. “You must be freezing…” Thor murmured, his typical booming voice low and intimate. 

Bruce felt himself instantly warmed as the god approached him and he unconsciously swayed closer, drunk on the feeling. The man himself was a live wire, generating heat and electricity and Bruce was magnetized by him. When Thor noticed Bruce’s slight and hesitant step closer he smiled brightly and wasted no time pulling the scientist closer. 

Bruce squeaked in surprise but melted into the warmth of another person, snuffling contentedly into Thor’s neck. 

The god laughed, pleased, and placed a warm hand on the back of Bruce’s neck before he could panic and pull away, babbling excuses. “You are indeed quite cool to the touch Banner, are you alright?” 

Bruce mumbled something incoherent into Thor’s neck before pulling away slightly, “Do all Asgardians run as hot as you do?” 

Thor smiled slyly down at Bruce, causing the other man to flush in response to his own question. “I like to believe I am unique. Why? Do you intend to run some kind of experiment?” He teased. 

Bruce blushed hotly under Thor’s intense gaze and hid his face from view. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” 

Thor laughed again and held Bruce chin between his thumb and forefinger and raised his face to look at him. “You need not hide from me Bruce…” He said sweetly, the teasing tone gone. He gave Bruce a once over, reminding the man once again of his very shirtless appearance. Thor placed a single fingertip on his chest and the touch alone was nearly scorching as he traced the flushed parlor of Bruce’s skin up his his chest and neck, stopping at his cheek to cup his face tenderly. “You blush like a rose, you bloom from the inside out. Beautiful.” 

Bruce’s entire body was burning up in the presence of a literal supernova and he felt himself shake with the force of it. And for the first time, he turned his brain off and wrapped his arms around Thor’s neck pulling him down so their lips met. 

Thor angled his face and wrapped and arm around Bruce’s waist, pulling him closer and kissing him soundly until the scientist needed to pull away, gasping for air. Bruce’s lips were tingling with static and it felt like every hair on his body was standing up straight. 

The two stood there for a moment, on the cusp of the inevitable, watching each other like the other might run if they moved to quickly. 

Thor smiled at Bruce knowing, and understanding, and Bruce smiled back, a different kind of shiver running along his body. Thor leaned his forehead against Bruce’s sighing contently. “Are you still cold?” 

(A.N: this is very short and kind of trash because I’m mid exam season, but I wanted to post something to prove I’m not dead so here ya go!)

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re okay.” Thor kept his voice gentle, making quiet shushing noises as Hulk stomped his way onto the quinjet, clearly picking up on his somewhat less than agreeable mood. “It’s over, Hulk. We won.”

Hulk made a grunting noise, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. He knew they’d won. They always won. But that didn’t make this any easier. ‘Cooling off’ from battle wasn’t something he was particularly good at, and these days that seemed to be becoming more and more of an issue. There was nothing left to smash, nothing on the jet that he could project his leftover adrenaline at without hurting someone. Fire coursed through his veins, relentless and furious, screaming for an outlet where there was none.

He gritted his teeth, kneeling down to accept the hand that Thor was holding out. Even if he was still angry, it was better to let the puny god think otherwise. Better to give him fake calm than to worry him further.

And it worked.

Thor’s face brightened in a smile, his two hands holding tightly onto Hulk’s own. It was something of a comfort whenever the demigod did this, although Hulk couldn’t really fathom why. Touching was still something he struggled with, but feeling Thor’s hands on his own, the delicate fingers tracing patterns onto green skin, it just felt…right. Grounding, maybe. Which Banner told him was ironic because of the electricity running through the God’s veins, and Hulk pretended to understand.

“It was a magnificent battle, my love. You did splendidly.” Thor’s soft tones, so different to his booming battle cry, brought him out of his thoughts. The demigod looked happy, at least. Bloodied, and a little bruised, but happy.

Hulk grunted his agreement, allowing Thor to lead him further into the bowels of the jet, away from the sounds of the onboard computer and the dissection of the battle, and towards the peaceful silence of what Thor told him was the cargo hold.

He didn’t really understand why Thor was praising him. He always did well in battle - smashing was his thing, after all. It had been no better, or no worse, than any other performance.

Yet Thor always complimented him. Whether it was through a smile, or words, or the friendly squeeze of a hand, he thanked him.

Hulk hadn’t really been thanked before.

“Are you alright?” Thor turned to him once the mechanical door shut behind them, brow creasing in an expression of worry that Hulk saw all too often.

Hulk sighed, a rough exhalation of air as he turned his face towards the floor. “Didn’t get hurt. Hulk never get hurt. Too strong.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. But I’m not talking about that kind of hurt.” Thor took a tentative step forward, carefully, he always moved so carefully, resting his hand against Hulk’s arm, lightly tracing the lines of muscle beneath thick skin. “You seem upset.”

Well, that certainly threw him. He was anger incarnate- of course he was upset. That was practically his job, to air the danger and emotions and do everything Banner couldn’t do.

Although Banner would be better at explaining it. He knew more words, knew the different letters and sounds to press together to make something that could explain all of this.

But he did his best. He didn’t want his friend to worry, after all.

“Hulk supposed to be angry. Blondie not worry about it.”

Thor, for all he liked to boast about having an excellent poker face, failed to mask the frown of disbelief that flitted across his face. He opened his mouth to say something, probably planning a lecture on honour or selecting an asgardian anecdote (something he seemed to have an endless supply of), but then seemed to think better of it. Instead, he took Hulk by the hand, tugging him further towards the wall of the quinjet.

Hulk was definitely even more confused now, and this only increased when Thor sat down, and patted the space next to him expectantly.

“Come.” He offered another gentle smile, adjusting himself to lean against the wall. “Sit with me.”

Weird.

Blondie was being weird.

But, then again, that wasn’t exactly unusual.

The tiny god was always a little bit strange. He supposed that’s why he liked him. If there was something that Hulk didn’t understand about the world around him, he could almost guarantee Thor didn’t either. They’d spent a whole week together trying to figure out the concept of a cell phone, and even after that Thor had ditched the idea entirely, declaring birds to be a better method of communication. Hulk had no idea what he was talking about. Birds weren’t for talking to. You looked at them, maybe sometimes threw bread.

In short, it would have been even more alarming if Thor has said something perfectly normal and rational.

With a heavy shrug of his shoulders, Hulk resigned himself to whatever scheme Thor had brewing in his puny head. The metal floor protested somewhat as Hulk dragged his feet over to the wall, settling down beside Thor with an exaggerated huff of annoyance.

“If it’s any consolation, I understand,” Thor offered after a few minutes of silence. “Battle is sometimes hard to leave. Controlling the thunder in my veins, reigning in a storm, it is no easy feat. I can imagine it’s very much the same for your rage.”

The wall creaked as Hulk turned his head, looking down at Thor with a curious expression. “What Thor do?”

“Hmm. Well, any number of things, really. I usually like to lay down somewhere quiet. Or train, but, we can’t exactly do that on the jet.”

“Jet stupid. Hulk could just walk home.”

“And that would be very economical of you.” Thor grinned a little, before beginning to make a move. He hummed to himself, unhooking the clasps from his shoulders and allowing the crimson fabric of his cape to fall to the ground.

“What Thor doing?” Hulk watched him carefully, as the God bundled the cape up into a ball, setting it in the crook of his lap.

“Giving you a place to rest.” Thor sat back, settling himself into a more comfortable position, stifling a yawn with the back of a chainmail sleeve. “Come on. Let’s get some sleep before Stark decides to throw another post-battle party.”

Hulk made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, lowering himself slowly into the demigods lap, rough skin feeling momentarily soothed by the soft fabric touching his face.

“Puny God make good pillow.”

A laugh, muted by tiredness, but with the exact level of warmth that he’d come to know followed. “Thank you.”

A small worry of his own began to bubble in his gut, although he expected it was more of Banner’s than his.

He turned his green eyes up to Thor briefly, watching the demigods face for any sign of discomfort.

“Hulk not crushing you?”

“No, beloved. You’re fine.” The blue eyes fluttered shut as Thor adjusted himself, leaning back against the wall as his hands found their way to Hulk’s shoulders.

Fingers smaller than his own reached into his hair, making soothing motions against his skin. He barely suppressed a sigh of content as he turned his face further into the fabric, the sound of the thunder in Thor’s veins appearing as a gentle humming sound against his ears, a quiet contrast to the screaming force it had been on the battlefield.

It was warm, here. Safe. He felt the thick knot of anger begin to unwind itself as his mind finally started to catch up with reality.

He was safe. The fight was over. Everything truly was okay.

**

“Thor? Thor. Come on, wake up.”

The Thunder God in question groaned as the sound of his name poked through the veil of sleep, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight that streamed through the bay doors.

A hand grabbed at his wrist, and Thor finally resigned himself to the gargantuan task of opening his eyes, the faint grin of Bruce Banner greeting him.

“There he is.” Bruce’s eyes wrinkled in a smile as Thor pushed himself up from the wall, feeling a large number of bones cry their distress at being cramped against metal for so long.

He blinked the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes, accepting Bruce’s hand up with a loud yawn. “You’re wearing my cape.”

“Yeah. Great pillow, even better blanket. Hulk says thank you, by the way.”

“He’s very welcome.” Thor wound his arm around Bruce’s shoulders, pressing a tired kiss onto the scientists forehead. “And so are you.”

“Aw, you’re cute when you’re sleep deprived.” Bruce chuckled, taking Thor by the hand and leading him towards the doors. “Doesn’t mean you’re getting this back anytime soon though.”

“I never do. You do suit it, though. You should wear it more often.”

“Well we can’t start wearing matching clothes. We’re supposed to be the cool couple.”

Thor snorted into his sleeve, reaching out to adjust Bruce’s glasses that had been slowly slipping down his nose since the conversation had started.

- thor loves the way bruce’s cheeks are filled out

- when he runs his fingers across bruce’s cheekbones he loves feeling the softness of them

- he loves the way they turn pink and warm when thor uses his good old asgardian charm

- he also loves the way they make his eyes crinkle when he laughs

- thor !!! adores !!!! bruce’s !!! belly !!!

- when they cuddle thor always insists on resting his head on bruce’s stomach while bruce plays with his hair

- he says that’s it’s soft and comfortable, and that he’s always warm

- when they make love thor takes his time kissing bruce’s tummy

- even when bruce has the urge to cover himself with his arms, thor will kiss his skin with enough love and care for bruce to eventually move his arms away

- thor could spend eternity between bruce’s thighs

- whether it be during sex when thor grips his thighs resting on his shoulders , leaving bruises and scratches

- or when he’s kissing his way up and down softly enough to make bruce squirm and giggle

- or when they’re lying in bed and bruce throws one of his thighs across thor’s legs to get closer to him

- thor also traces the patterns of the stretch marks and cellulite across bruce thighs and stomach

- his finger gently hovers across the scars as he tells bruce over and over how beautiful the marks make him

- “like you’ve been kissed by lightning”

- sometimes thor finds bruce standing naked in front of a mirror, poking and prodding at himself

- when this happens thor wraps his arms around bruce’s middle, and runs his hands along his skin

- he reassures bruce that he is the most beautiful being thor has ever encountered