Dr. Bannerâs Favorite Patient
(Hereâs my fanfic for Brutasha Week Writing Wednesday! Iâve been battling a cold for the past couple days so that was pretty good inspiration đ Hope you enjoy! Synopsis: Nat wakes up with a really bad cold, Dr. Banner to the rescue!)
Bruce woke up to Natasha curled up by his side, which was strange. They had been sharing a bed for a while, of course, but usually she was up much earlier than him. His alarm clock was usually the sound of her rummaging through their dresser after her second cup of coffee. (Which contained more creamer than actual coffee, but he didnât mind. It just meant more deliciously bitter black coffee for himself.) He was used to waking up and finding her side of the bed nice and cool, so he could steal her pillows that always smelled like that heavenly green tea-scented shampoo that she always used. This morning, however, the bed was uncomfortably warm, practically burning. He wrapped his arm around her and brushed a light kiss to her forehead, only to find her back dripping with sweat.
âNat, honey, wake up.â
She let out a groan as she rubbed her forehead with her palm.
âWhat time is it?â She grumbled, lifting her head up onto his shoulder.
â10:30. You feeling okay? Youâre really hot.â
âYouâre not too bad yourself, doctor.â She said with a weak smirk.
Bruce let out a small chuckle and brushed her hair behind her ear.
âI was babysitting Clintâs kids the other day, and Cooper had a cold. He probably gave it to me.â
âDo you want anything? I can go get you some meds, or make you breakfast...â
âMaybe some scrambled eggs? But I think Iâm gonna get in the shower first.â
âScrambled eggs, coming right up.â He said, pressing one last kiss to her cheek before pulling the covers off himself.
A few moments later, Bruce walked back into the bedroom with a plate of eggs and orange juice. Nat had propped herself up on her side of the bed and was brushing her hair.
âHow did I get so lucky?â She asked, smiling warmly at him as he carefully placed the tray on her lap.
âI think Iâm the lucky one. How often do I get to take care of you? Youâre always looking out for me.â
âOnly because youâre the best thing that could have happened to me. I wonât let you go that easily!â
âGood to know.â He said teasingly, taking her hand as he sat down near her feet. As if by instinct, they started doing the Hulkâs lullaby, like they had practiced so many times before. She ran the tips of her fingers over his knuckles, then he traced his fingers down her forearm until she leaned back and sighed contentedly.
âI love you, Nat.â he said, taking her hand again and bringing it gently to his lips.
âI love you too, Bruce.â