Summary: Bruce hulks out during a mission and you get hurt in the midst. He avoids you for weeks afterwards. [WC 1.2K] [Ao3]
Warnings: hurt/comfort, bruce is terrified, reader gets injured
Request: Hi! I'm here to request a Bruce Banner x reader fic where he gets mad during a fight, hulks out, and accidentally hurts the reader in his fit of rage. He feels terrible and tries to avoid the reader but the reader doesn't let him. Thank you!! @ anon
The fight was supposed to be controlled. Thatβs what theyβd said. Quick in, quick out. Contain the situation. Minimal damage. But plans like that never seemed to hold when things got messy not when voices got louder, when weapons got heavier, when fear started spreading through the air like smoke.
You saw it before anyone else did. The shift in him. βBruceββ you called, already moving toward him.
Too late. His breathing had gone uneven, chest rising too fast, hands trembling at his sides. Someone shouted. Something exploded too close.
And then Green. Massive. Unstoppable. The Hulk roared, and the ground seemed to shake with it.
βEveryone back!β someone yelled.
But you didnβt move. Because you knew him. Because somewhere in there, beneath all that rage, was Bruceβand Bruce would never hurt you.
Right?
βHey!β you shouted, stepping forward despite the chaos. βItβs okayβitβs just meββ
The Hulk turned.
His eyes locked onto youβbut they werenβt seeing you. Not really. Not yet.
βEasy,β you said, softer now, hands raised slightly. βYouβre okay. Youβre safe. You donβt need toββ
He moved too fast.
One second he was across the debris-strewn ground, the nextβ Impact.
Pain exploded through your side as you were thrown back, your body hitting the concrete hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Everything went white for a split second, sound swallowed by a ringing void.
Then nothing.
When Bruce came back, it was like waking up in a nightmare he couldnβt escape. The battlefield was quiet now. Too quiet. Debris everywhere. Scorch marks. Cracks splitting the ground.
And then he saw you. Lying too still. βNoββ
The word fell apart as it left his lips.
He scrambled toward you, ignoring everything elseβignoring the voices calling his name, the hands trying to pull him back.
βY/Nβheyβhey, look at meββ
His hands hovered over you, shaking so badly he was afraid to touch you. Like even now, even like this, he might still hurt you.
βThis wasnβtβ I didnβtββ His voice broke. βI didnβt mean to.β
You stirred faintly, a soft sound slipping past your lips. Relief hit him so hard it almost made him dizzy.
βYouβre okay,β he whispered quickly, even though you clearly werenβt. βYouβre okay, youβre okayββ
But he could already see itβthe way you winced, the way your breathing hitched, the way your body refused to move quite right.
And the realization hit him like a second blow. He did that.
After thatβ¦ Bruce disappeared. Not physicallyβnot entirely. He still showed up when he had to. Missions. Meetings. The necessary things.
But you?
He avoided you like you were made of glass and guilt. If you walked into a room, he found a reason to leave. If you tried to talk, heβd mumble something about work, about needing space, about not wanting to make things worse.
It was driving you insane. And a little bit furious. So you stopped letting him. You found him in the lab. Of course you did.
Bruce stood hunched over a workbench, shoulders tight, like he carried something heavy even now. Maybe he always did.
βReally?β you said from the doorway. βThis is how weβre doing this?β
He froze. Didnβt turn around. βYou shouldnβt be up,β he said instead, voice strained. βYouβre still healingββ
βDonβt,β you cut in, stepping inside. βDonβt do that.β
βDo what?β
βThis,β you gestured between you. βTalking around me like Iβm not the actual problem youβre avoiding.β
That made him flinch. Finally, he turned. And godβhe looked wrecked. Dark circles. Tension carved into every line of his face. Eyes that wouldnβt quite meet yours for more than a second.
βI hurt you,β he said quietly. It wasnβt defensive. It wasnβt angry. Justβ¦ defeated.
βYeah,β you said. You didnβt sugarcoat it. Didnβt pretend it didnβt happen. Because it did.
Bruce swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the floor. βI lost control,β he continued. βAnd you paid for it. So forgive me if I donβt think being around you is a good idea right now.β
βOr ever?β you challenged. He didnβt answer. That told you enough. You stepped closer. He tensed immediately. βSee?β you said softly. βThat right there. You wonβt even let me stand near you.β
βI could do it again.β His voice cracked on the last word.
That stopped you for a second. Not because you believed itβbut because of how much he did. βYou think I donβt know the risk?β you asked gently.
He shook his head, frustrated now. βNo, I think you do, and youβre ignoring it. Which is worse.β
βIβm not ignoring it,β you said. βIβm choosing it.β
That made him look up. Really look at you. βWhat?β
βIβm choosing to still be here,β you said, steady. βWith you.β
His expression twisted. βYou shouldnβt.β
βWhy? Because you messed up? Because you lost control for a second in the middle of a battlefield?β
βA second is all it takes!β he snapped, then immediately recoiled from his own volume. βThatβs the problem. Thatβs always the problem.β
Silence stretched between you.
βI canβt risk you like that again.β
You took another step closer. He didnβt move this timeβbut his hands clenched at his sides like it took everything in him to stay still.
βYouβre not the only one who gets a say in that,β you said.
βThatβs not how this worksββ
βIt is for me.β You were right in front of him now. Close enough to see the way his breathing stuttered. Close enough that he could reach out but he didnβt. βLook at me,β you said softly.
He hesitated. Then he did.
βIβm still here,β you continued. βIβm hurt, yeah. But Iβm healing. And Iβm not afraid of you, Bruce.β
βYou should be.β
βIβm not.β Your hand lifted slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. He didnβt. Your fingers curled gently around his wristβcareful, grounding, real.
He sucked in a breath like the contact burned.
βI know it wasnβt you,β you said quietly. βNot really. And Iβm not going to punish you for something you already hate about yourself.β
His eyes shut tight. βThat doesnβt make it okay.β
βI didnβt say it did.β You squeezed his wrist lightly. βI said Iβm not leaving.β
That broke something. His shoulders sagged, tension unraveling just enough for the cracks to show. βI thoughtββ he started, then stopped. Tried again. βI thought if I stayed away, at least I couldnβt hurt you again.β
βOr,β you countered gently, βyou just end up hurting both of us in a different way.β
He let out a shaky breath. βYeah,β he admitted. βThat too.β
A small, fragile moment passed between you. Carefully, he turned his hand, letting his fingers brush against yours. Testing. Like he expected something to go wrong. Nothing did. βIβm still scared,β he said.
βI know.β
βI donβt trust myself.β
βThen trust me a little,β you offered.
His lips twitchedβalmost a smile, but not quite. βYou always make things sound easier than they are.β
βOnly because you make them sound impossible.β That earned you the faintest huff of breath. Progress.
You stepped a little closer, resting your forehead lightly against his shoulder.
He went still then, his arm came around you. Loose. Gentle. Like you might break. Like he might. But he held on. And this timeβ he didnβt pull away.
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I dont usually do this kinda shit but uhhh have some positivity. consider it a treat
if youre an introject, youre fuckin awesome. whether youre attached to source or separated from it, whether you love your source or hate it, you are so fucking cool and you are the shit. dont let anyone make you think otherwise.
I dont care if your source is mainstream, if its niche, if its problematic or weird or hated by the masses. you exist and youre surviving and that is fucking amazing. be proud of who you are. whether thats following your source identity or straying from it, be fucking proud.
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not sure where to put a canon call, so I'm doing it on my blog. marc spector from the mcu moon knight show here π looking for anyone from there, but especially jake lockley, layla, or anyone else who would like to talk. other marcs are also welcome. interact with this post and I'll come say hello. fictive, not rp
Hey, Steven Grant here! Steve's fine or whatever other nickname you'd like to come up with. I'm a fictive in a DID system, so.. Not an RP blog I'm so sorry if you were expecting that?? My SP wanted me to make this blog to have a place for myself so that's kinda what this is but I don't mind making friends or like interacting with anyone, anyway that's all :)
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