#briya

I ship you with: Thor OR Bruce Banner (BARE WITH ME AS TO WHY bc ik u want peter parker but you would destroy homeboy’s ego so fast) Also my Marvel account is @baldholland

My compliment: You’re my first mutual I made a real deal connection with and I’m glad it was you. Thanks to you, I made many friends on here and I can truly count on you for anything. You’re so fun to talk to. Some day we will finish our story.

Song Rec: Blue by MARINA-Give me love, give me dreams, give me a good self-esteem. Give me good and pure, what you waiting for?

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She bought me a coffee so she gets a long fic.

Not A Canon fic at all, like barely following MCU storylines.

The hallway was bone silent as I walked down it. I wasn’t particularly used to it being silent. Usually Stark Tower was bursting with noise constantly. At least, it has been in the year I have been working here. 

When Tony Stark hired me on to assist in galactic research, I was hesitant. Before this, all my life I’d been comfortable with my job as a science professor, never doing more than teaching astronomy and sculpting young minds. That all changed when one day I looked out into my classroom and saw Pepper Potts in my front row.

“Hey, Friday?” I called out and the AI came to life.

“How may I help you, Professor Battlestar?”

I chose to ignore the nickname Mr. Stark gave the AI, “Where is everyone?”

“On an emergency mission. Dr. Banner has been found.”

“Dr. Banner?” 

“Yes. Better known as The Hulk,” Friday said, “After the battle with Ultron, he disappeared. Thor has brought him back to us.”

“Well, there goes my job.”

“Do not worry, Professor Battlestar. Bruce Banner is a bioscience major,”Friday assured me but seeing as it was an all-knowing AI and not a human being, I took it with a grain of salt. I continued my walk to the lab and got to work on today’s project.

A couple hours later, the Tower came to life. They were back.

I left the lab and went to the front room where everyone was gathered. Mr. Stark, Mr. Rogers, Miss Romanoff, and Thor were all gathered in a circle as some other workers milled around. 

A nurse moved into the middle, a vital chart in her arms as she checked something. Peeking through their bodies, I was able to make out the man in the middle. He had short cropped hair and looked both scared and confused as the others talked around him. They talked as if he wasn’t there. Maybe to them, he wasn’t.

“Battlestar Gallatica!” Tony called out, waving me over. He spotted me from my hiding spot, “Come meet Dr. Banner. He will be assisting you from now on.”

“Thought he only knew bioscience,” I muttered, debating if I could yank out Friday’s wires for that lie.

“I know a lot of different stuff,” the man said, standing up and extending a hand, “I’m Bruce.”

“Hi, Bruce. I’m sure Tony has already told you about me,” I gave his hand a gentle shake. To be the Hulk, he was surprisingly gentle.

He smiled at me. I walked away.

“Come on, Brucie, let’s get to work,” I walked to the lab, Bruce quickly followed.

“So what do you know about intergalactic relations?”

“I just spent five years in another dimension stuck as Hulk.”

“Oh,” I breathed out, turning away quickly. I busied myself with some nearby lab equipment to avoid his eyes, “Oh, um.”

“Sorry, that was off-hand,” Bruce’s hands worked as he rung out his cardigan. He was obviously nervous but who knew why.

“So you’re the Hulk, right?” I asked and he nodded, “Huh, so you must get annoyed pretty fast?”

“Not-not really,” he stepped away from me as I moved closer, “I’ve kinda worked to control my emotions.”

I continued advancing towards him, “Now why would you do something as stupid as that?”

“Well, it was either that or cause thousands of dollars of destruction to cities,” he kept backing up from me. I wasn’t afraid of this man.

It was marvelous to think that this nervous nelly of a man could turn into a giant green monster who only had eyes for destruction. I smirked while getting a good look at this short man walking into a wall. I stepped more into his space, squinting as I looked into his eyes. His searched mine while I whipped out the lighter in my pocket, quickly lighting the cardigan in his hands on fire. I jumped back to gauge his reaction.

“Oh, fuck,” Bruce threw it down, quickly stomping down on it, “Why-why would you d-do that? Are you trying to antagonize me?”

“Yes, doctor. I wanna see the Hulk up close and personal,” I turned away quickly, going back to my research. He looked so hurt but if what he was telling me was true about him spending five years in another dimension as the Hulk, then his skin cells must still hold remnants of travel through wormhole anomalies but I obviously needed the Hulk for that, not Bruce Banner.

“Are you insane?”

“I prefer mad scientist,” I pulled up some of my research on the Stark Industries laptop, “Shall we get started?”

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“Hey, Bruce, remember how you said you hated onions?”

“I despise them, Professor, yes,” Bruce barely bothered to look up from the chart of the galaxy as one of the assistants came in carrying a bowl of French Onion soup and a plate of blooming onions.

The assistant’s eyes enlarged from worry, I waved them off, taking the tray from them. I rolled the cart over to Bruce as the assistant quickly ran off. What a pussy.

“Well, doctor,” I said, pushing the food to him before standing up and lifting the lid, “Lunch is served.”

Bruce took a quick look at it before looking back at his screen. He did a quick double take before taking off his glasses. In that moment, he didn’t look frail and frustrating, he looked cute and smart and like an adorable geek you saw in teen movies not in the beginnings of an apocalypse.

“You know I hate onions,” he muttered, “And I’m starving.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I made sure to exaggerate rolling my eyes so he could see it. He growled softly, his veins becoming a bulging green before he cleared his throat, pushing the Hulk down just a bit as if he was a pill and not a monster inside of him.

“No problem, Professor, looks good anyway.”

Fuck.

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“Would you cut it out?”

“No,” I said, blowing another spitball at him. I’ve been doing it for the better part of an hour and he has yet to Hulk out. I’m about to call in reinforcements to help with this one.

“Cut it out.”

“No way, Brucie!”

“Don’t call me, Brucie!”

“But Brucie!” I said before spitting another one, landing it directly in his ear.

“Shit, fuck,” he jumped up, digging the wet paper ball out of his ear, “You are so, so-s-so ch-ildish, ugh! You would think you d-didn’t have a doctorate!”

“What are you gonna do about it? Nothing? You’re too busy thinking you’re too big to be overcome by your emotions?” I got up from where I was, coming over to him. I reached into my pockets which held a three times overpowered tranquilizer in one and a skin sample collector in the other.

“I am not too big.”

“You may not be, the other guy most definitely isn’t. He wants to be out here. He knows you're way too weak to be out here,” I said as I continued my advance. Bruce stared at me as if I had three heads before stomping out of the room.

I waited to see if he would Hulk out but a couple minutes later, he came back, fine.

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I walked into the lab and immediately tripped over a wire, “Holy shit.”

My foot tangled up in a wire as I got yanked up and dangled from the ceiling. I tried to yank my foot out but all it ended was me swinging back and forth like a dead weight. I didn’t know how much stress this wire could hold and I knew the lab’s floor was awfully hard.

The lights cut on and Bruce was sitting there watching me. I guess this was what I get for my constant antagonizations.

“Can you please just tell me why you keep attacking me?”

“I need the Hulk to finish my research. His skin cells should hold the key.”

“And you could-couldn’t just say that?” he raised an eyebrow. He was right. I could have. But what’s the fun in that. I shrugged.

“I can turn into him on command.”

“Oh,” I giggled nervously, “Did not know that.”

“Jesus,” he said before walking out.

I think about that fic very often with how ik i never finished it and how I probably should at some point bc mannnnn was writing vampire hunter ash fun.

But thats only if the kpop brainrot ever ends. If not i have thought ab rewriting my unfinished 5sos fics for kpop

That leather description was some of my best writing i agreeeee

(I miss you too, miss mama. Hope ur doing well. Love you love you 😘)