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. Thatโs what theyโd 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. โBruceโโ 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.
โEveryone back!โ someone yelled.
But you didnโt move. Because you knew him. Because somewhere in there, beneath all that rage, was Bruceโand Bruce would never hurt you.
Right?
โHey!โ you shouted, stepping forward despite the chaos. โItโs okayโitโs just meโโ
The Hulk turned.
His eyes locked onto youโbut they werenโt seeing you. Not really. Not yet.
โEasy,โ you said, softer now, hands raised slightly. โYouโre okay. Youโre safe. You donโt need toโโ
He moved too fast.
One second he was across the debris-strewn ground, the nextโ 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 couldnโt escape. The battlefield was quiet now. Too quiet. Debris everywhere. Scorch marks. Cracks splitting the ground.
And then he saw you. Lying too still. โNoโโ
The word fell apart as it left his lips.
He scrambled toward you, ignoring everything elseโignoring the voices calling his name, the hands trying to pull him back.
โY/Nโheyโhey, look at meโโ
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.
โThis wasnโtโ I didnโtโโ His voice broke. โI didnโt mean to.โ
You stirred faintly, a soft sound slipping past your lips. Relief hit him so hard it almost made him dizzy.
โYouโre okay,โ he whispered quickly, even though you clearly werenโt. โYouโre okay, youโre okayโโ
But he could already see itโthe 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 thatโฆ Bruce disappeared. Not physicallyโnot 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, heโd 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.
โReally?โ you said from the doorway. โThis is how weโre doing this?โ
He froze. Didnโt turn around. โYou shouldnโt be up,โ he said instead, voice strained. โYouโre still healingโโ
โDonโt,โ you cut in, stepping inside. โDonโt do that.โ
โDo what?โ
โThis,โ you gestured between you. โTalking around me like Iโm not the actual problem youโre avoiding.โ
That made him flinch. Finally, he turned. And godโhe looked wrecked. Dark circles. Tension carved into every line of his face. Eyes that wouldnโt quite meet yours for more than a second.
โI hurt you,โ he said quietly. It wasnโt defensive. It wasnโt angry. Justโฆ defeated.
โYeah,โ you said. You didnโt sugarcoat it. Didnโt pretend it didnโt happen. Because it did.
Bruce swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the floor. โI lost control,โ he continued. โAnd you paid for it. So forgive me if I donโt think being around you is a good idea right now.โ
โOr ever?โ you challenged. He didnโt answer. That told you enough. You stepped closer. He tensed immediately. โSee?โ you said softly. โThat right there. You wonโt even let me stand near you.โ
โI could do it again.โ His voice cracked on the last word.
That stopped you for a second. Not because you believed itโbut because of how much he did. โYou think I donโt know the risk?โ you asked gently.
He shook his head, frustrated now. โNo, I think you do, and youโre ignoring it. Which is worse.โ
โIโm not ignoring it,โ you said. โIโm choosing it.โ
That made him look up. Really look at you. โWhat?โ
โIโm choosing to still be here,โ you said, steady. โWith you.โ
His expression twisted. โYou shouldnโt.โ
โWhy? Because you messed up? Because you lost control for a second in the middle of a battlefield?โ
โA second is all it takes!โ he snapped, then immediately recoiled from his own volume. โThatโs the problem. Thatโs always the problem.โ
Silence stretched between you.
โI canโt risk you like that again.โ
You took another step closer. He didnโt move this timeโbut his hands clenched at his sides like it took everything in him to stay still.
โYouโre not the only one who gets a say in that,โ you said.
โThatโs not how this worksโโ
โIt is for me.โ 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 didnโt. โLook at me,โ you said softly.
He hesitated. Then he did.
โIโm still here,โ you continued. โIโm hurt, yeah. But Iโm healing. And Iโm not afraid of you, Bruce.โ
โYou should be.โ
โIโm not.โ Your hand lifted slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. He didnโt. Your fingers curled gently around his wristโcareful, grounding, real.
He sucked in a breath like the contact burned.
โI know it wasnโt you,โ you said quietly. โNot really. And Iโm not going to punish you for something you already hate about yourself.โ
His eyes shut tight. โThat doesnโt make it okay.โ
โI didnโt say it did.โ You squeezed his wrist lightly. โI said Iโm not leaving.โ
That broke something. His shoulders sagged, tension unraveling just enough for the cracks to show. โI thoughtโโ he started, then stopped. Tried again. โI thought if I stayed away, at least I couldnโt hurt you again.โ
โOr,โ you countered gently, โyou just end up hurting both of us in a different way.โ
He let out a shaky breath. โYeah,โ he admitted. โThat too.โ
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. โIโm still scared,โ he said.
โI know.โ
โI donโt trust myself.โ
โThen trust me a little,โ you offered.
His lips twitchedโalmost a smile, but not quite. โYou always make things sound easier than they are.โ
โOnly because you make them sound impossible.โ 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 timeโ he didnโt 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.
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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 ๐ 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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