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He probably shouldâve given up the walks at this point. The last couple hadnât gone so well, and though Venom had been able to patch up his broken nose pretty well and he hadnât gotten murdered yet, it did feel like it was only a matter of time just given how many powerful people he kept happening to stumble across.Â
But tonight, he hadnât run into anyone yet, and he was almost done his walk. Maybe he and Venom would finally get a peaceful night, for once, and they could go home and relax. Only fifteen minutes from home, though, he began to feel something. Usually, the ability to vaguely sense the crossroads people had existed at in their lives was background noise unless he focused on it, but⌠Someone was nearby who lived on a crossroads. Or at least, thatâs how it felt- like a duality constantly at war with itself. Eddie could kind of relate. Venom clearly felt it too. âBehind us,â He said, and Eddie exhaled and turned, knowing better than to book it even if he was tempted. He walked the opposite way from home, and within a few paces a man in glasses and a very comfy looking sweater had come into view and was saying hello, far friendlier than he was expecting- which was great. âHey,â He said with a wan smile. âNice to see Iâm not the only weirdo wandering the streets today. Tonight. Whatever.âÂ
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Bruce couldnât help but furrow his brow when the stranger came into view, he was curious, trying to assess who he might be dealing with, yet coming up completely short. The man didnât look like a threat, despite it being very obvious that he was carrying more muscle... a lot more muscle. Then again, who wasnât? He felt certain you could line up a thousand people so that a jury could pick out the Avengers, and he would be left over, looking tired, stressed, and entirely unassuming. Wasnât that kind of his thing? Emma liked to tell him so.Â
Regardless of his company not immediately deciding to jump him, it didnât quiet the unease he could feel. There may not be an obvious threat, but in his own experience, most threats werenât obvious. Most threats took you by surprise. Something wasnât right, there was a duality he was sensing, and it made him uncomfortable. âWeirdo?â He echoed, unable to help himself, a wry smile tugging at his lips. âI suppose thatâs a fair assumption. What are you doing here? Are you alone?âÂ
emma-gracefrostâ:
âI can hedge a pretty good guess, Bruce. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to strike a nerve,â She hadnât really thought about it to be honest, but she filed away that information so she wouldnât slip up again with him. At that, Emma paused, considering his question. âYes,â She decides. âI believe you think those things. Any doubts I have donât come from you, they come from me and my ability to believe that someone loving me like that is even possible,â she shrugs. âSo yes, I believe you. I know that you would never lie to me about something like that.â She rolls her eyes. âYes! I do too!â She scoffs. âYouâre ridiculous and also about The Hulk,â She shakes her head a little bit. âItâs literally not the same and you know that. He was scared and mad and trapped and I had forced him out. And that wasnât you. Weâre not having this argument youâre going to make me mad,â She huffs a little.
But as ever, he melted her annoyance in record time and she smirked. âYou werenât playing it very cool, my love. But I appreciate that youâre besotted. Beside yourself even,â She smirks a little. It was no secret Emma enjoyed being appreciated. Emma held her breath when he touched her but she grinned, a soft gasp leaving her and she reached immediately to hold both of his hands, looking in almost-wonder at their hands linked. If she werenât so cold feeling â emotionally â she might have cried. âGod damn, you are a genius,â She grins and squeezes his hands gently. âOkay, now, an gimp suit made of this material,â She teases, shaking her head in slight disbelief. âWarm enough for me to touch â someone else? Opal?â She asks and then exhales. âThank you so much.â She couldnât communicate how grateful she was for this and for him.Â
Bruce smiled at Emma, his expression soft and open. âYou didnât strike a nerve, I like it when you say it... nobody ever calls me Robert.â The name felt alien even in his own mouth, but it didnât change how at home he felt with Emma. She could call him practically anything and he would probably blush. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes when she began to list miniature loopholes that apparently erased his arguments, he listened to her quietly, knowing they could âdebateâ the subject for the rest of their lives and never run out of things to say.Â
âAnd youâre not ridiculous.â He countered finally. âWe both have double standards, we may as well admit it now and get it over with.â Wincing a little at the reminder of his ordeal, he felt the Other Guy shift in the back of his mind, restless after so long of being locked away, but also shrinking away from the memory of so much pain and discomfort. âWell, it wouldnât be the first time. And it definitely isnât going to be the last.â He teased, figuring it was sensible to make light of the situation They couldnât afford serious conversation right now, they were both living minutes from a meltdown. âI was playing it very cool, donât pretend. How else did I capture your attention?â He laughed at his own joke, unable to help himself. It felt good to laugh.Â
âBesotted?â He echoed, raising his eyebrows. âIs that how you see me? Iâm just blindly following you, head over heels? I have seven PHDs.â He added for good measure. âI donât do besotted.â He waited for her response, knowing she would find his feigned denial absolutely hilarious. Or she would if her emotions werenât dampened by her current state. He couldnât wait to have her back, all of her. Lifting their joined hands to press a kiss against her palm, he nodded in assurance. âYou can pet Opal... you could touch other people. You wonât hurt them.â A quiet sigh escaping him, he ducked his head, staring at their hands and thinking back to a time where touching her bare skin wouldnât burn him. âYou donât need to thank me. You know Iâd do anything to make sure youâre okay.âÂ
gottago-pietroâ:
âNah but I bet if you give me a week and the study materials, I could become one,â Pietro said, wiggling his eyebrows in a silent dare to the doctor. âWell those peopleâs heightened perceptions suck. I know the second my body does something weird,â He promises, knees bouncing impatiently. âSomehow saying that youâre measuring anything through my nailbed is worst than a needle,â It wasnât really, but it was still weird at least. âSo sheâs a freak, like me. I guess like you too. Mutants?â He asks and then rolls his eyes. âDoc, I will throw up.â But it was nice to hear that after all his pining to what Bruce probably assumed was basically an inanimate object, he had sealed the deal so to speak. âIs she pretty? A big win for the nerds, huh?â He smirks a little bit, then. âKidding,â He adds sheepishly. âYouâre a handsome guy, I bet sheâs pretty,â He decides on. âNobody is charmed by me, doc. I talk too much, too fast, I donât like to sit still, I will steal your snacks and Wanda is pretty and nice. Itâs our dynamic. She woos them and I ride her coattails. Itâs how itâs always been.â And after a moment. âI didnât mean that as a bash on Tony. He was â it was really nice of him to bring us into this â he gave Wanda a home and Iâm grateful for that,â He says seriously before he stands, pacing a little bit. âWhatâs next?â He demands then he laughs. âOh no, youâve got it bad! And the Hulk does he⌠get⌠does he like have a crush on your girlfriend?!âÂ
âOkay, okay. So sit through this and then in a week you can check your own vitals.â Bruce teased. âI believe you, but for my own sanity I need to be sure.â Removing the oxygen monitor when he was satisfied by the reading, he gestured for Pietro to hold out his hand. He needed to measure his heart rate and how many breaths he took in a minute, but had learned a long time ago that announcing his intention would only result in the patient subconsciously regulating their breathing. âI need to check your pulse.â He lied. âGive me your wrist and stop talking for a moment, I know that might be difficult for you.â He teased with a wry smile.Â
âI had no idea you were so squeamish,â he added. âAnd sheâs not a freak, nobody is a freak.â He countered, realising he was a hypocrite for saying so. No doubt Emma had picked up on that, wherever she was in the city. He could look forward to her using his own words against him the next time he insulted himself. âYes, sheâs a mutant.â He confirmed, laughing easily when Pietro warned him he might throw up. Considering he had never once considered an actual, healthy, loving relationship possible, he was more than content to make people nauseas by talking about it.Â
At the question of whether Emma was pretty, he fell silent, unable to help the blush creeping to his cheeks. âIncredibly pretty.â He admitted. âPretty enough for people to see her and wonder why sheâs with me, of all people.â Rolling his eyes when he was called handsome, he shook his head. His dry humour was very similar to Tonyâs, and even when it should be annoying him, it was only managing to endear him to the boy. âYou have to know that isnât true.â He couldnât imagine anybody not being charmed by him, he was undeniably charismatic. âHe would give you a home too, if you let him.â He added, his voice softening somewhat. âHe gave me a home.â Holding out his hand again, he waited patiently for Pietro to present his wrist. âWhatâs next is you let me monitor your pulse.â He said, ready to become distracted yet again by whatever he was going to ask next. Choosing to ignore âhaving it badâ, he focused on his new task. âHe loves her,â he admitted. âHe knows sheâs somebody to protect, but it isnât what youâre thinking so you can stop giving me that look.âÂ
emma-gracefrostâ:
Emma just wrinkled her nose in distaste when he said he had been grumpy with her. Okay maaaaybe, when he was low on sleep and food he might have gotten a little grumpy or whiny on occasion, but Emma was hard pressed to hold that against him. He was a good and kind person by nature â Emma was not. And she was starkly aware of that fact and always a little worried that she was being too terse with the people she cared most about. âI do love every syllable,â She said easily. âI love everything about you Bruce, even the parts you think are impossible to love. You are everything good to me. For me, whatever. And thank you, I will not be taking questions at this time,â She winks at him. âOh shut up,â She groans. âI miss being useful. I hate sitting around when there are things to be done here. If I wanted to be lazy I would stay at home, but I canât even do that in peace! Canât pet the dog, canât lounge around with you. It sucks,â She huffs, irritated again, eyebrows pinched together in annoyance. âBut hey, no wrinkles when your ice,â She jokes hollowly. But then she frowns, looking at him skeptically. âI donât know, Bruce.â She shakes her head. âI already hurt you once.â âYou would never,â She smirks, calling his bluff. âYouâd never take something away from me that makes me happy because you are absolutely besotted and I know it. Youâre lucky I am a very giving and generous person that I donât take advantage of it,â She teases. âExcept maybe to put my cold feet on you at night.â She was stalling. âOkay⌠maybe you touch me, so you can control and pullback if it hurts.â She nods, holding her hand out to him instead.Â
Bruce shot Emma a sceptical look, although he knew she would never lie to him about something so serious. It was far easier to brush the entire thing off as a joke, he didnât want to dwell on why his name made him uncomfortable, and she didnât deserve to relive his trauma alongside him. âWhen I say the same things to you, do you believe me?â He asked, half in an attempt to make a point, at the very least he could justify his difficulty in accepting what she was telling him. But also because he was genuinely curious. It so often struck him that regardless of their many, many differences, a lot of their issues were similar, affected them in ways they were able to recognise. His smile growing when she winked at him, he waited patiently for her to finish speaking.Â
He stood before her, his arms neatly folded, watching her with an open and unguarded affection. It was the most he could do considering they hadnât been able to touch for far too long already. âI know it does. But you donât have wrinkles and you know it so stop with that.â He teased, his humour fading when he noticed her mood suddenly drop. âEmma, that was an accident, come on. The Other Guy broke your ribs and you refuse to hold it against me, Iâm pretty sure that wasnât an accident either.â He hated talking about the injury so casually, but in this case it actually served him. Gesturing again for her to hold out her hand, he laughed, shaking his head. âYou only know that because you hear what Iâm thinking even when Iâm on the other side of the city.â He feigned frustration, hoping to amuse her. âYouâre not supposed to know that, I was playing it cool.â He knew she was biding her time, talking to delay potentially burning him through the gloves, but he did nothing to hurry her. He was ready to wait as long as she needed to. He knew a little about her previous relationships, and he had made a point of never pushing her, never forcing her or prompting her to do things she wasnât ready to do. âIâm very lucky.â He agreed, catching her eye with a wry smile. When she held out her hand, he reached out, barely hesitating before carefully pressing his fingertips against her palm. He was prepared for a bite, a chill that was too strong for his prototype, but the material was only cold. It felt like touching someoneâs coat after they had been walking in the snow. âSee,â he told her, his smile growing exponentially as he linked their fingers. âIâm a genius.â Â

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Bruce shook his head. âItâs in the past, NatâŚâ He trailed off, trying to shake off how weird it felt to call her that now. âYou didnât know, none of us could have known⌠I was supposed to come back. You were doing what you thought was for the best.â He wondered briefly what might have happened if he had become himself again after the battle of Sokovia. Would they still be close? Would her decision to draw the Hulk from him sting as much as it did now? A gentle smile tugging at his lips when she insisted it was entirely his choice, he sighed, almost relieved to hear it. âThen weâre good.â He assured her, working to keep his voice steady, to make it sound as real, and as honest as he possibly could. He wasnât exactly lying, but it certainly felt a lot more complicated than being good. Maybe if he pretended otherwise, it wouldnât. âYou donât need to know what I went through. All of us⌠we all have our trauma, donât we? Isnât that what makes us a team?â He half teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Resisting the urge to reach out and brush away her tears, he shifted awkwardly. Maybe he was making things harder for her than they needed to be. Maybe she needed some time alone. âI should- I should probably go.â
She had known that seeing him again would be difficult, for the both of them. Natasha just hadnât counted on it being like it, so clearly was. Hadnât expected for her mind to be messed with. To be second guessing herself on everything. It was so far outside of her norm, that she was uncertain what to doâŚ. about anything.Â
Even as Bruce told her they were good and attempted a smile with the words, something told her that it wasnât exactly right. However, she wasnât about to call him out on that fact. Knowing that would just make it all worse. But, it didnât stop her heart from breaking just a little bit more.Â
âI donât think that we are. Not anymore. IâŚ..â She trialed off thinking about the fact that she hadnât even talked to Stark. Hadnât really talked to anyone other than Steve and Clint. They were her family now. All that she had. At least, she hoped that she still had them. This red string thing was confusing and made her hurt in ways she didnât fully understand. She was trying not to think about it.Â
âNo. You stay,â she insisted softly. âI donât even no why Iâm here anyway.âÂ
With that, she moved around him and walked away. Attempting to control herself and her emotions, as she did so.Â
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âBut, I should apologize,â she insisted. Still attempting to pull herself back together. Natasha was still feeling vulnerable. Broken, beyond all hope of repair. The cracks forever visible for all to see. At least, that was how she felt. Her mind was a mess. Her life was a mess and the Dome wasnât helping any of it. Especially with her mind, given all that had happened with her believing that she was still deep within the Red Room.Â
She had believed that she had come to terms with what she had done and what had been done to her. But, now⌠Now she was certain of nothing. She had even, briefly, contemplated by asking the others to return to Natalia rather than Natasha, the English of her name.Â
Pulling herself back to the present and the conversation at hand, was harder than it normally was for her. However, she managed. Rallied and shook herself internally. âWhether we are good or not, is entirely up to you.â Natasha insisted, softly. âIâm aware what I did was beyondâŚ.â She trailed off, not exactly sure what she should say next. When she was feeling a mountain of guilt. âI picked everyone else over you. Made the decision for you rather than with you. Thatâs something that I should have never done. I donât know what you went through, Iâll probably never know, but Iâm truly sorry. I know whatâs itâs like to not be fully in control of oneâs mind. So, if you everâŚ..â She trailed of, once again, wiping at the tears that she had been unable to control.Â
Bruce shook his head. âItâs in the past, Nat...â He trailed off, trying to shake off how weird it felt to call her that now. âYou didnât know, none of us could have known... I was supposed to come back. You were doing what you thought was for the best.â He wondered briefly what might have happened if he had become himself again after the battle of Sokovia. Would they still be close? Would her decision to draw the Hulk from him sting as much as it did now? A gentle smile tugging at his lips when she insisted it was entirely his choice, he sighed, almost relieved to hear it. âThen weâre good.â He assured her, working to keep his voice steady, to make it sound as real, and as honest as he possibly could. He wasnât exactly lying, but it certainly felt a lot more complicated than being good. Maybe if he pretended otherwise, it wouldnât. âYou donât need to know what I went through. All of us... we all have our trauma, donât we? Isnât that what makes us a team?â He half teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Resisting the urge to reach out and brush away her tears, he shifted awkwardly. Maybe he was making things harder for her than they needed to be. Maybe she needed some time alone. âI should- I should probably go.â
emma-gracefrostâ:
âBe grateful I donât know when or weâd never have been together,â She smirks over at him. She had tried pussy footing around him for a while to see if he would lean in, but ultimately it took her being incredibly forward and blunt about her intentions for the light to go off in Bruceâs wonderfully big brain. For a genius, he was an idiot sometimes. She loved that about him too. âI know we will, darling. I know,â She nods. She hopes they would anyway and it helped when he was genuinely optimistic about it. âI know ââ She sighs. âI just donât like being grumpy at you, except when you wake me up too early,â She teases half-heartedly. âYou do always make me feel better, that is true,â Emma allows as she tugs the gloves on properly. âInfinitely better. Better than I ever could have thought, dome or no dome, you hear me Robert Bruce Banner?â She smirks a little, answering the self-doubt in his head. âNo backtalk on the subject, please. And they feel okay,â She finally answers his question, flexing her hands. âThey feel a little â thick? Like I donât think I have a ten in dexterity right now or anything but â let meâŚâ She goes into the kitchen and hesitantly opens the cabinet and reaches for a bowl, lifting it up and turning a positively delighted smile toward Bruce. âNot broken!â She sats the bowl down and grins. âThey work! Ugh thank god, I havenât been able to do a THING, itâs been driving me insane. Even tasks like taking the garbage and things,â She shakes her head a little. âI wonder if I can pet Opal, I have no sense of how cold they are and I donât want to â hurt anyone in testing it.â She paused and after a moment, âWait letâs circle back to me engaging in an experiment with you is this likeâŚâ she gestures between them, quirking an eyebrow. âAre we in kink territory here?â
Bruce offered Emma a warm smile, his eyes shining with affection. âI will forever be grateful for that.â He assured her, his smile softening when she agreed with him. He knew it wasnât a given. They could tell themselves as many times as they wanted to that they would escape the dome, live a life, rid themselves of whatever this was. That didnât make it true... but it did make it easier to believe. Easier to imagine a future beyond what they had right now. âYouâre allowed to be grumpy with me.â He laughed quietly. âIâm sure Iâve been grumpy with you. Itâs only fair.â Caught off guard by the use of his full name, he watched Emma curiously. She had to be the only person on the planet who could call him by his full name and not elicit a negative response. She made it sound soft... gentle. She said it as though she loved every syllable. âI hear you.â He assured her, a wry smile tugging at his lips. âAnd no backtalk.â It was easy enough to agree to, even if he did hold his tongue she would hear it inside his head. âI can work on that. I had to layer the fabrics but Iâm sure I can find a way to compress the layers... I think, anyway. Itâs a work in progress.â Waiting in suspense as she made an effort to test the gloves, he couldnât hide the wave of relief that washed over him when he realised they worked. âYou miss taking out the trash?â He teased, attempting to make light of their situation. âHere...â He held out a hand, gesturing for her to touch his bare skin. âJust for a moment, okay? If it hurts, Iâll move away.â Distracted by her own sudden teasing, he was almost past blushing at her comments, but sometimes when he wasnât expecting them, he just couldnât help himself. âI can and will take the gloves back.â He warned her, though his expression gave away the fact that he was more amused than annoyed. âNow come on, take my hand.âÂ
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âYou know what, I will take that solely based off the fact that you did not argue with me about being my favorite person. That somehow feels like a win in and of itself,â Emma said, shaking her head at him, completely and utterly endeared and exasperated at him. âAh, sorry, yes, bad science project, I should have known. Forgive me, my love,â She deadpans and nods in agreement to his thoughts. âIt is cruel. Feels like some sort of fucked up karma for being a bad person. Oh? Find happiness? Not for Emma,â She scoffs a little bit. She knew she deserved it in many ways. She, objectively, had spent a chunk of her life being a bad person and doing bad things. It only made sense that there was some entity in the universe looking to punish her for it. âI know darling, Iâm sorry. I am grumpy,â Which was a polite way to say she was quite put out with the world at the moment. She had long since grown tired of their current situation with the stones. âYes, weâre experts, but itâll be better this time. Iâve got you and for that Iâm lucky,â She says with a nod, her eyes cast down to the table, looking the gloves over, picking one up delicately, afraid her temperature might shatter his hard work, but it seemed okay. She looked up at him as she tugged the glove on, smirking a little. âIs this like Christmas for you?â She teases.
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âYeah, yeah,â Bruce laughed. âJust be grateful I know when to quit.â Pausing in his excitement, he couldnât help but agree with Emma. Though not because he believed she deserved to suffer Karma or some form of retribution. âWe both have things in our past that we need to make up for...â He said quietly. âBut weâll get through this, we will.â Feeling a pang of sympathy, followed by a desperate need to comfort her, he shook his head when she apologised. He didnât want an apology, he didnât need one. âYou are more than justified in being grumpy.â He assured her, an affectionate smile tugging at his lips. âThatâs why Iâm here, to ease said grumpiness.âÂ
His smile growing when she told him she was lucky to have him, it felt like a ridiculous statement. He still couldnât quite imagine a personâs life getting better specifically because he was in it. It might stay the same, it might even get worse. But better? That was an entirely foreign concept to him, one he still couldnât quite get his head around. Watching her as she delicately tried on the gloves, she treated them like they were some beautiful work of art, something breakable, and precious. It warmed his heart, it made him love her even more than he already did. âSeeing you engage in one of my experiments?â He teased. âMaybe. How do they feel?âÂ
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âI think it almost 100% does mean that,â Pietro laughed a little but. Sure, he wasnât a doctor but if something was the matter he would feel it. That was just how bodies worked. âAnd also I have like heightened perception so, you know â.â He gestured as if the conclusion was obvious. The man was a genius, he would figure it out. Pietro bounced his leg impatiently. Pietroâs eyebrows pulled together a little bit, unsure if the man was trying to one up him or relate to him. âBummer,â he replied. âNaziâs turned me and my sister into with the blue glowing staff thing â Tesseract. That is a hard word to remember,â He didnât even know a word in his language for it. âNo, no pain.â He shakes his head quickly. âOh did you not mean it when you said that she could hear what people are thinking? Because if she can â you donât think she knows youâre school boy obsessed?â He quirks an eyebrow at him. Maybe this man wasnât as smart as he seemed? âI am 25, by the way, which by my account, means you are probably old enough to be my dad,â The glee that Pietro received in saying that was almost immeasurable. âI try to stay out of Tonyâs way. I imagine he is much more charmed with Wanda than he is me and I think heâd be doing what youâre doing now and we already established I donât love it.â He nods, legs still jumping, his fingers drumming on the arms of the chair. âBut good for you, getting the girl, doc. A real hell-on-earth-hamster-ball love story.â
âAre you a doctor now?â Bruce asked pointedly, raising his eyebrows at Pietro. âI know a lot of people with heightened perception, they arenât all capable of realising when something within them isnât working the way it should.â He was very aware the boy was making light of the situation because he was uncomfortable, and his bouncing leg kept catching his eye, reminding him that he was putting him in a position where he was nervous, where he felt trapped. But it was necessary, and the check up was non invasive. Hopefully it wouldnât induce too much trauma.Â
âI know they did.â He admitted, taking Pietroâs temperature, satisfied by the results. âThat ridiculous thing is why I got dragged back into this mess. It emits Gamma radiation. Something I regrettably know a lot about.â Nodding when he was told there was no pain, he laughed quietly. âNo, I meant it. She can.â Setting down the thermometer and picking up a tool for measuring oxygen saturation, he gestured for Pietro to hold out his hand so that he could clip the small plastic box to the end of his index finger. âNo blood, it isnât a needle.â He assured him. âItâs just measuring your oxygen levels through your nailbed.â The moment it was secure, he moved back to their topic of conversation. âI mean, itâs very probable. She only teases me about it sometimes. Not so secretly I think she likes the attention.âÂ
Shooting Pietro a deadpan look when he announced he was old enough to be his father, he knew Emma was going to get a real kick out of that one. âTony might not admit it, but he likes taking care of people. Iâm sure heâd be equally as charmed by you.â Unclipping the device from Pietroâs hand, he glanced down at the results, making a mental note in his head so that he could write them down when he left. âI know you donât, but it isnât going to take long. And Tony would be doing what Iâm doing because he cares. We both care.â Smiling again, unable to help himself, he hummed quietly in response. âIt doesnât exactly feel like Earth but... she makes this place a hell of a lot less stressful. And the Other Guy seems to like her so...âÂ

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She clung to him for a time. Expecting him to pull back or push her away the whole time that Natasha held onto him tightly. While he was holding her, all she could think about was that she didnât deserve it. That, in their shared past, she did him wrong. Did so much wrong, as she pushed him away with her fear. The fear that she was a weapon and nothing more than that. That, no matter what happened between them, it would end the same.Â
In tears and heartbreak.Â
âIâm sorry,â Natasha insisted, as she pulled away from him. âI shouldnâtâŚhave done thisâŚ.Or any of that,â she finished a little lamely, not looking up at him.Â
Bruce was genuinely surprised by the fact that Natasha didnât seem to withdraw, he wondered how long they would stand in the hall embracing each other if he didnât pull away first. She was clinging to him so tightly, and all he could think about was how strange it felt. She was almost home to him once, and now... After a moment had passed, he felt her move away, and he let her go, still watching her curiously. He wasnât sure anything she said to him now would be able to make up for losing two years of his life, and for a brief time his usual brain function. Would she ever know how difficult it had been to ground himself? To reacclimatise? No, because he wasnât going to tell her.
He wasnât here to show her he was hurt, or upset, or beyond forgiveness. He was here to reconcile, to see an old friend, and hope their relationship wasnât damaged to the point of them being unable to repair it. For all he knew, whatever had triggered his lack of control was destined to happen regardless. If she didnât spark the sudden dominance of the Other Guy, maybe something else would have in her place. âDonât apologise.â He said quietly. âItâs in the past, I just... I wanted to make sure weâre still okay.â It was that simple, wasnât it? Being okay. That was all he had ever wanted, all he ever asked for. âAnd we are... arenât we?âÂ
emma-gracefrostâ:
âYouâre taking advantage of the fact I canât reach over and slap you upside the head and itâs opportunistic and rude,â She narrows her eyes slightly. âYouâre not allowed to insult my favorite person and you know this.â She says firmly. Emma did not often entertain his self-loathing. She understood where it came from but she wouldnât have it. All he did was bring light and kindness and levity to her life and she was determined for him to believe that. âIt doesnât look like a present, it looks like a bad art project,â Emma counters, an eyebrow quirked. She listened patiently, still leaning against the table, watching him before she deadpans, âI know that thermal means, darling. I donât have a medical PhD, but Iâm not as dumb as I look,â She half-teased. But there was hope. Emma barely allowed herself to feel that spark that she could touch â things, anything, pencils, pens, glass, Bruce. The gloves were hideous and clunky but she couldnât bite back a smile. âIs this what you spent all day on?â She asks, biting the inside of her cheek. âI love you, Bruce Banner.â She said, voice full of as much affection as she could muster â which admittedly wasnât as much as normal but it wasnât devoid of emotion either. âWe are a team,â She agrees with a nod. âI know, darling. Weâll get there â or weâll uh, figure things out, I suppose, you and I will figure it out.â She pursed her lips at the thought of a purgatory where she was stuck like this forever. âFor once I donât feel entirely cold, so thereâs that perk.â She offers with a wry smile. In her head, she shared with Bruce a picture of her, unfrozen, crossing the space between them and throwing her arms around his neck in a gentle cloud of sweet rose perfume, squeezing for a good affectionate embrace. âIf I could, I would,â She nods, giving him a soft sort of look. âSo⌠Can I?â She gestures to the table, shaking herself out of her head.
@strongestavengerbruceâ
Bruce laughed easily, catching Emmaâs eye with a grin. âBut your favourite person likes to insult your favourite person.â He reminded her, knowing no matter what he said, she was never going to let him casually talk down on himself. It was actually incredibly heart-warming when it wasnât incredibly frustrating. âAnd itâs not a bad art project.â He huffed, feigning offense. âItâs a bad science project.â Rolling his eyes as she insisted she knew the definition of the word thermal, he resisted the urge to reach out and touch her. It was so natural to them now, a hand on the arm or lower back, fingertips brushed against a hand, a kiss to the cheek... how cruel that a source of comfort had been stripped away from them both. âI know you do, I was rambling, not insulting your intelligence.â He teased. âYou should know the difference by now.âÂ
Offering her a sheepish smile when she asked him whether creating the gloves was what he had spent his day doing, he nodded. âMaybe.â His smile only grew and he sighed quietly, biting down on his bottom lip. âI love you too.â He knew her emotions werenât right, that something inside of her had become cold and hard during the blast, so the fact that she was pouring so much affection into her tone wasnât something that was going unnoticed. It almost made him want to cry. âWe will. Itâs what weâve both been doing for our entire lives, just... figuring things out, right?â Falling silent as his mind was accosted by images and sensations he hadnât put there himself, he hummed softly in acknowledgment, wishing what he was seeing could become a reality. âI know... if I could I would too.â Nodding as she asked for permission to try on the gloves, he encouraged her, letting her feel just how desperate he was to see whether his calculations were correct.Â
gottago-pietroâ:
âOkay, but I am sure my vitals are stable. Nothing weird has happened â except for all the weird shit thatâs happening â and Iâve run all over this damn dome and I feel fine,â He complained as he zoomed to the chair and sit down in it with a dramatic huff, the chair screeching back a few feet from the momentum of his speed. He smiles a little and scoots the chair back. âSorry doc,â Pietro said but his smirk suggested he very much was not sorry.
âYeah? Naziâs experiment on you, too?â He deadpans but nods when Bruce said he could let him know if he was uncomfortable. He would be fine, he knew he would be. He trusted the Avengers and therefore, he had to trust Bruce to some degree. All the Avengers had ever done was offer him and Wanda a soft place to land. âYeah her,â He nods. âI donât even know who she is so I canât make any promises. What does she turn into a giant pink muscle dude?â He teases a little and rolls his eyes. âBut yes, I did hear all that. I could hear everyone, it was a very bad sort of tedium where people were just talking to me and I was trying to respond but, yanno,â He pretends to sleep a moment, imitating his coma self before he offers Bruce a smirk. âSo â you know? Are you?â He trails off, gesturing into the air vaguely. âI donât know, what do adults who have to date do? Kiss? Are you kissing her regularly?â Pietro makes a face. He didnât know much about courtship and he didnât really care. âOr does she at least know it was Emma this and Emma that and my god-â He waves his hand again.
@strongestavengerbruceâ
âJust because you feel fine it doesnât mean your vitals are stable.â Bruce pointed out. âAnd just because they might be stable now, it doesnât mean they are going to stay that way.â Given the amount of time that had passed he sincerely doubted there were any issues with the boyâs physiology, but he didnât want to let Pietro off so easily. Not when he had been concerned about him. Unable to keep up with his movements as he flitted to the chair, sending papers flying, he opted instead to search for his files instead. He could hear in his voice that he was very not sorry, but there was something about his attitude that was frustratingly charming.Â
âNope. The Military.â He countered quickly. It definitely wasnât something to be smug about, and the horrors of his experiments stayed with him to this day, but he had a feeling Pietro was trying to call his bluff and it felt good to be able to prove him wrong. âStrapped to a table, injected with foreign substances, my blood was stolen, and weaponised. You name it, they tried it. So when I say I understand, I mean I understand.â He looked Pietro dead in the eye, showing him how serious he was. âIâm guessing you arenât in any kind of pain?â Pain hadnât been mentioned, and if he was running throughout the city then it wasnât very probable. He figured he would likely be safe to move past that particular part of the check up but it felt like a good way to change the subject.Â
Searching for his no-contact thermometre, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. âNo, she does not. Very funny.â He muttered, the smile tugging at his lips very easy to hear in his tone of voice. âIâm sorry for rambling, but there are studies that show a changing environment can encourage brain function. Was it frustrating? I hope I didnât cause you any stress.â Finally locating the thermometre, he made his way over to where Pietro was sitting. âGod, how old are you again?â He asked, feeling suddenly incredibly ancient. âYes, we are together, but I am not having this conversation with you. Ask Tony, heâs the expert.â He was only half joking, but his smile grew at the ridiculous nature of the topic. âI hope not, Iâd like to keep a little of my dignity.â He admitted. âBut she has a habit of hearing peopleâs thoughts so there isnât much she doesnât know.âÂ
emma-gracefrostâ:
âPeople are stupid, I tell you that all the time, Bruce.â Emma said, leaning her hands on the table so she could peer over into the bad he had brought. âIâm interested in you,â She offers him a wink and then a sheepish glance. âGo on, go on â Iâm listening,â She said before he could scold her, eyes on the bad. âA present?â She asks but then he was piling all kinda of â things? onto the table and it was looking less and less like a present. âNot a present.â She decides and leans her hips against the table as she watches him. At his gentle reassurance, she offers him a small smile. âJust a stressful day, Iâll be fine. I get frustrated feeling like this and the cold on top of it â Iâm just ready for it all to be over. I hope it will be soon.â At his next question, Emmaâs eyebrows pull together and she looked up, looking over Bruceâs face. What had gone so wrong since this morning that she had made him feel like he had to ask that? âWhat? Of course we are,â She says and steps slightly closer, still careful not to get to close and to push down the feeling of wanting desperately to reach out to him. âWhy do you ask?â
@strongestavengerbruceâÂ
Bruce laughed quietly, shaking his head. âOr incredibly smart.â He countered, unable to help himself, his smile growing when Emma winked at him. âAnd itâs kind of a present.â He corrected, already knowing the word âpresentâ would have her expecting something pretty that she could wear. Technically she could wear this gift, but it wasnât going to be flattering in the way she was used to. He could feel her watching him, but continued in his quiet organisation, only looking up again when everything was in order.Â
âI was in Tonyâs lab this morning- well, I guess itâs our lab. It still feels like Tonyâs butâŚâ He trailed off, realising he was beginning to stray from the topic. âHe has a lot of materials for his suits there, things he doesnât use and some things he does but a lot of the materials are thermal or- or resistant to extreme temperatures.â Emma was smart, there was no way she couldnât see where he was going but he didnât stop in his explanation. âIâm hoping this will make your day a little less stressful. Iâm actually hoping it makes all of your days a little less stressful.â He finally held out a very rough pair of gloves, allowing her to take them from him and inspect them both. They were sewn clumsily, a prototype. He would focus on a more advanced design when he was certain they were going to function.Â
âThis material should be able to survive cold temperatures. Emma Frost cold temperatures.â He said pointedly, catching her eye as she took a step towards him. âTheyâll look a lot better after I figure out the logistics,â he assured her, his expression falling as he noticed her concern. âNo, no- not like that.â He insisted. âI just mean- I know weâre okay. Weâre a team.â He offered her a gentle smile, letting her know he wasnât about to go anywhere. She would hear in his head just how dedicated he was to their relationship. âBut I want us to be okay, physically and mentally⌠you know? It still feels so impossible.â
hellsguardiandevilâ:
Matt had already spoken with the nuns and he had exchanged supplies with them. Now, he sat in his usual spot on a pew and thought about Father Lantom. The man had been like a father to him after his own had passed and heâd found himself alone in the world. Now, sitting feet from where he lost him, he wondered with the old priest would say about what heâd become. People on the streets were saying the ones who gained powers had the strengths of the gods and heâd personally been turned into the living, breathing statue of Justice. A piece of him hoped that Father Lantom would find comfort in the idea that the angry boy heâd helped would be given such a role, but he had no idea if it was because it suited him or not. No matter what happened, he knew the Father would be able to an aspect he could not. With a sigh, he sat back missing his old friend.
Mattâs thoughts were derailed when the sound of a different old friend broke the quiet. He turned his ear towards the speaker and smiled for a moment, before it changed to worry,â Bruce, what are you doing here? Are you alright?â he wondered, standing up.Â
Bruce smiled, almost comforted by the fact that Matt sounded so concerned, despite the waves of emotion he could feel rolling off of him. He wasnât skilled enough to place it. Was it self-doubt? O maybe he was mourning. Though he simultaneously loathed the idea of causing him any stress. âIâm okay.â He hurried to assure his friend. âI mean- kind of.â Were any of them okay right now? If he hadnât already seen Tony, and Emma, the change in Mattâs appearance would be stark, and definitely a reason to falter. But he had almost been prepared for it.Â
âYou didnât escape unscathed then?â He asked, hoping he would know what he was referring to. âYou donât have to stand up-â He added suddenly, stopping where he was in case Matt decided to move any closer. âItâs just⌠people near me, I think I make them nervous. Or anxious⌠I donât want that to happen to you.â
@hellsguardiandevilâ

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There were numerous ways Bruce tried to spend his free time. Following the blast Emma had insisted the best thing to do was to keep busy. Maybe she was right, she was usually right. But keeping busy meant seeing people, and seeing people meant the nervous tension in his chest growing stronger, more difficult to ignore. He had been spending some time in X-Haven, but after becoming steadily overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people coming in and out of the building, he had pulled on a sweater and decided to take a walk. He had no destination in mind, in fact, he wasnât even really sure just how long he had been walking for. He hadnât come across anybody on his journey... until now. The familiar pull of another personâs stress began to claw at him, but it felt different somehow. There was a voice accompanying the sensation, an inner turmoil that felt far, far too much like his own. He swallowed his nerves, slowing his pace until he could see whoever had ended up within his proximity. âHello?â He called, figuring it was better to announce his presence than take anybody off guard.Â
@armed-and-venomousâ
gottago-pietroâ:Â
âOh yeah I forgot about your uh ââ He flexes his arms to show his muscles but he wasnât making fun, he just nodded in his best âIâm being understanding for Wandaâ demeanor. âItâs nothing about you, really, doc. I just have a things about doctors, you understand. I understand the want to study me I am attractive and the fastest man in the world,â He teases, sort of, âBut Iât not fun for me.â He can only offer the doctor a sheepish smile and shrug. âYeah but Iâm fine. Iâve got accelerated healing. I am surprised it took me as long as it did. But I guess Iâve never been shot through vital organs before.â There was a stretch of silence, well almost silence, the sound of Pietroâs leg bouncing against the crinkly paper on the table was there. âDid you ever get with that lady you talked about all the time? Emma?â He asks with a little smirk as he let Bruce poke around his arm.
@strongestavengerbruceâ
âHilarious.â Bruce deadpanned, though the way his eyes were shining made it obvious he was amused by the demonstration. âI know this isnât about me.â He countered. âYou were the one in a coma, youâre the one who needs regular medical attention until weâre absolutely sure your vitals are stable. Come on.â He gestured to an empty chair beside his desk, instructing Pietro to take a seat. His expression softening as the boy began to explain himself, he sighed quietly, removing his glasses and slipping them into his pocket.Â
âI understand, I do.â He admitted, running a tired hand down his face. âIâve had my fair share of bad experiences... but Iâm not here to hurt you, or test on you. I only want to make sure youâre safe. And if youâre uncomfortable at any point, you can tell me, okay?â The accelerated healing was a definite plus, it made him far less concerned about the wellbeing of his patient. But he was concerned. He always felt far more comfortable when he knew for certain, when he saw things for himself.Â
âEmma?â He started at the name, a faint blush creeping to his cheeks before he could even attempt to compose himself. âYou... heard all that, huh?â Laughing quietly, he smiled, a genuine easy smile. âMaybe. And I can tell you she would be just as frustrated by you skipping your check-ups. Forget me, you really donât want to make her angry.âÂ