#brutasha

Therapy

"Good evening, everyone." The strange woman in her black pantsuit addresses the family.

She reaches to shake hands with Natasha, then Bruce, Rebecca, and Skaar last.

"I'm Dr. Gusev."

"No way," Rebecca turns the page of the book on her lap, and half-heartedly shakes the woman's offered hand.

Skaar grunts.

"Alright," she says.

Natasha grins and lays her head on Bruce's shoulder. She holds his hand, and he pecks her cheek...

"There's nothing wrong with us," Bruce finally explains as eyebrows raise, "Half of our problems are at the other end of the sofa. Down there."

"The other half booked the appointment," Natasha adds.

"You're here. That's the first step, often the hardest one," she makes a note.

"Easy now,' Bruce forces a laugh, 'we haven't said anything yet."

"Why don't you two talk about yourselves? How did you two meet?"

"Ohh, boy," Bruce shifts and eyes Natasha.

"You were, uh, abroad." Natasha chimes in.

"I was. Yeah. You were...in the area."

"Working."

"Right. And it was..."

Skaar is making a trigger motion with his forefinger as he whispers, "Bang."

"Immediate sparks!" Bruce cuts him off.

"We started dating," Natasha shifts.

"I proposed-."

"-We honeymooned in Ireland."

"Aww." She makes a note, "You two lovebirds. And then you decided to start this sweet family."

Happy reading!