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April 15 - “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” BioHulk for @suchaglamorouslie

By @ozhawkauthor

“Bruce.” Jemma’s hands landed lightly on his shoulders, massaging through his shirt. “We’re not going to solve this tonight. Especially not since you’re trying to analyse results with your eyes closed.”

“I wasn’t asleep, I was meditating,” Bruce protested untruthfully.

“You’re a terrible liar.” She leaned in to kiss his temple, her fingers sliding up to massage through his fluffy curls. In the computer screen in front of him, he saw her reflection, noted that she too looked tired. They’d both been in the lab for long hours today.

Turning around on his chair, he smiled up at her. She’d let go of his hair as he started to move, reached to stroke his cheeks now.

“When did you last shave, darling? I mean, you know I love you no matter what, but you’re starting to give off that hobo vibe again.”

Bruce had to laugh. Reaching out to clasp her tiny waist, he pulled Jemma onto his lap. She nestled against him happily, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his bristly cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know, but you’re even cuter when you’re asleep.”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed in defeat. “Bed it is. But do we have to go to sleep right away?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

I may have got slightly off track with this one. I started thinking that they exchange science! emails which grow to be a bit more, and then… yeah… oh well, hope you enjoy it anyway!

He’d read her first doctoral thesis - online - when he was in Brazil, seeking desperately to figure out some way to reverse what had happened to him. Had debated reaching out and asking her assistance - until he looked her up and found out that she was only seventeen. A child prodigy. It would have been unconscionable to involve her in the nightmare that had become his life.

She didn’t cross his radar again until years later, in New York, when they were cleaning up after the invasion and SHIELD sent some scientists into talk to him. Most of them seemed far too interested in him for his peace of mind, rather than the Chitauri remnants they were supposed to be working on; until the delicate-looking woman with the brown ponytail and the lively eyes arrived.

“Dr Banner,” she said with a bright smile. “It’s so lovely to meet you. Jemma Simmons.”

“Dr Jemma Simmons?” He recognised the name at once, and when she acknowledged with a quizzical smile, confessed that he’d read her thesis.

“Which one?”

“You did more than one?” His eyes bugged out.

“Three, but two of them are SHIELD classified - I’ll email them to you.” Her nose wrinkled as she chuckled. “You’re probably one of the few scientists around I’d trust to understand the whole thing without further explanations.”

He’d felt flattered that she thought that much of his smarts. And when the emails arrived, he’d sat up late several nights running reading the attached documents, even doing a bit of further research to understand some of it.

When he heard that she was one of the casualties when SHIELD fell, he was utterly devastated. They’d been corresponding by email for months, building up a friendship that at times he felt was verging on the inappropriate, considering that she was seventeen years his junior.

But losing it felt like the worst thing that had happened to him since the first time he Hulked out. He did Hulk out, beat the shit out of some Hydra idiots who came to try and take him in, and grieved for weeks, for a brilliant young woman he’d met only once but who had become something more than a friend through their long correspondence.

And then he met Helen Cho and realised that something he and Jemma had discussed in their messages could maybe be turned to something amazing. Going back over the notes again, he took them to Helen and together with Jemma’s theses, they puzzled out the breakthrough that led to the Cradle.

It was several months after Ultron when they finally had a facility - the first of several dozen around the world - up and running, ready to open to the public. Helen was quite happy to acquiesce to Bruce’s request that it be named the Dr Jemma Simmons Health Foundation.

So Bruce was somewhat stunned, on the night before the facility was due to open its doors, to hear a soft knock at his office door.

“Come in,” he called.

The door opened, and a small woman slipped inside, turning to smile at him. “Hello, Dr Banner.”

Her hair was shorter, waving to her chin, but he could never forget those brilliantly sparkling hazel eyes. He clutched at his chest as his heart began to hammer faster.

“Don’t Hulk out, please!” she begged, darting to his side as she saw the colour drain from his face.

He raised a shaking hand to her cheek, gazing incredulously at her. “You’re alive.”

“I had to go undercover for a while to protect some people I was working with. I hated having to break contact with you, hated it! But when I heard about the Foundation, I had to come see you.”

“Don’t apologise, this is the best news I’ve had in… forever,” he said fervently, still staring at her face.

She smiled softly at him, and then, daringly, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against his lips before pulling back. “Sorry. That was - really inappropriate.”

Bruce gazed up at her for a few long moments before sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap. “No… this is really inappropriate.”

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who’s the cuddler: Bruce

who makes the bed: Jemma

who wakes up first: Bruce (Jemma is a total night owl, hates morning)

who has the weird taste in music: Bruce

who is more protective: Jemma

who sings in the shower: Jemma (she loves singing)

who cries during movies: Both

who spends the most while out shopping: Neither are too extravagant

who kisses more roughly: Jemma

who is more dominant: Bruce

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Jemma had been standing on the ladder, trying to find where Sneezy had gotten lodged.  Fitz had been showing Stark the drones and from what they could tell in the feed, Sneezy was stuck up here.

Just as she found him, Dr. Bruce Banner had stepped into the lab, not even seeing the ladder through the pile of books he was carrying.  Her scream had been enough to to make him drop the books thankfully.  He caught her…under his body.

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OTP Parent(ing) Meme…Who:

packs the lunches: Bruce; he’s much better at remembering that sort of thing than Jemma.  She always ends up putting in the wrong things

blows raspberries while cuddling: Jemma; she loved to take her children into her arms and just hold them.  She needs them just as much as they do

is the tickle monster: Jemma; she loves hearing them laugh, lives for it.  She may do this as well with Bruce…

gives life lesson speeches: They share this task…They both have different experiences that can help their kids

kisses the boo-boos: Bruce; whenever the kids are hurt, he’s always there to wipe their tears

breaks the bad news: Jemma; the bad news usually takes a toll on Bruce

joins the PTA: Surprisingly Bruce much to Jemma’s annoyance…The PTA mother’s love him so Jemma makes sure to attend the functions just to remind them he’s taken

crashes sleepovers with embarrassing stories: Uncle Tony…