"You won't like me when I'm angry..."

Bruce feared one thing the most- losing control.  

He was quickly losing control of his feelings towards Natasha, and he didn't like it.

"Honestly," Bruce shrugged, a look of defeat on his face. "I don't know."

Bruce sighed heavily, the palms of his hands rubbing his face dejectedly.

"I have no plan whatsoever, Natasha." Bruce explained with a grimace, "When the... other guy swam onto this island. I didn't realize how serious the fever outbreak was and I was completely lost. I had no purpose after I ran away like a coward. Helping these sick people seemed like the only option to me, I convinced myself I couldn't come back, so I might as well do something useful."

Bruce let out a sigh, which trembled slightly.

But then again, how could he expect to never see someone like Natasha again? Bruce knew she was very determined when she set her mind on things, with many connections to help her along the way, if she wanted to see him she would, whether Bruce liked it or not. 

Bruce sat beside Natasha, a look of worry on his face. He noticed how exhausted she looked, and Bruce felt guilt build up suddenly- he should’ve hid better, moved around more. But Bruce didn’t want to... and now Natasha was ill because of his selfishness.

Bruce was finally led to Natasha’s house, it was a simple but quaint two story building in the middle of the forest, closer to town than the cave Bruce awoke in. The easy access to the humans a Vampire must, Bruce thought. 

“T-thanks,” Bruce nodded to Natasha, beginning to slowly walk up the stairs- repressing the pained grimaces from his aching and cramping bones. The werewolf soon found the bathroom, it was roomy and kitted with a toilet, sink and shower. 

Bruce limped to the shower, throwing off the now dirtied clothes that covered his lower half. Completely naked, Bruce stepped into the boiling shower, letting out a relieved groan at the feel of the water. His body still ached but was comforted by the heated spray, the copious amount of blood, dirt and unidentifiable hair rushing down the drain. 

The water was stained red.

Slowly, Bruce sunk down to the tiled floor, curling into a ball as he sobbed quietly. The filthy water a reminder of his monstrous deeds. The werewolf cried until he had no tears left to cry, the water washing it all away…

It took a entire hour before the water became clear, by then Bruce had repressed his feelings, washed his hair, and combed threw his curly locks. He had used some shampoo on the side, a fruity concoction which made him feel refreshed.

After he managed to get underneath of the shower she pretended not to hear every movement he made, every sob he let out and the fact that he had been showering for over an hour. She wanted to comfort him but she did not to disturb him while he was going through this, cleaning himself and dealing with the deaths. Natasha did not know the man well enough to barge into the shower and comfort him. She would do it when he would come out of the shower. 

Grabbing a comfy looking towel, Bruce wrapped it around his waist. Taking a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door- coming face to face with Natasha.

“Uh,” Bruce began, holding the towel tightly. “I’m... fine.”

Hearing Natasha’s offer, Bruce considered. He was quite frankly exhausted, food probably not being the best thing right now for his stomach. But the thought of being alone at this time frightened Bruce. He wanted some company... he was terribly lonely. 

Not that Bruce would admit such a thing.

Natasha turned her head, looking at Bruce as she noticed his hand. She showed him a smile, his worry was adorable. Something she had definitely missed. “I’ve tried to avoid it, unfortunately it did not work. I couldn’t just stay away and wonder how you were doing,” she wanted to defend herself. Sure she could be in danger, but at least she had seen Bruce again.

“Pretty positive, I’ve been around here for a while and I’ve seen how sick the people can look,” Natasha turned her head away. Alright she had admitted that she had been here for quite a while. Her cheeks flushed yet she managed to hide that by looking around in his room. He had made his house cozy. Just like the first time she had met him. 

“You shouldn't of come to the island, Natasha...” Bruce said, voice full of worry. “If you have the same strain of Dengue fever... you could be in serious danger...”

Bruce was finally led to Natasha’s house, it was a simple but quaint two story building in the middle of the forest, closer to town than the cave Bruce awoke in. The easy access to the humans a Vampire must, Bruce thought. 

“T-thanks,” Bruce nodded to Natasha, beginning to slowly walk up the stairs- repressing the pained grimaces from his aching and cramping bones. The werewolf soon found the bathroom, it was roomy and kitted with a toilet, sink and shower. 

Bruce limped to the shower, throwing off the now dirtied clothes that covered his lower half. Completely naked, Bruce stepped into the boiling shower, letting out a relieved groan at the feel of the water. His body still ached but was comforted by the heated spray, the copious amount of blood, dirt and unidentifiable hair rushing down the drain. 

The water was stained red.

Slowly, Bruce sunk down to the tiled floor, curling into a ball as he sobbed quietly. The filthy water a reminder of his monstrous deeds. The werewolf cried until he had no tears left to cry, the water washing it all away...

It took a entire hour before the water became clear, by then Bruce had repressed his feelings, washed his hair, and combed threw his curly locks. He had used some shampoo on the side, a fruity concoction which made him feel refreshed.

“I’m infected,” Natasha mentioned. Perhaps it was easier to talk about her illness first. They could talk about what had happened later. She didn’t want to spend an hour on his doorstep, listening to his explanation. Natasha knew what had happened. She understood him. But that did not take away that it had hurt her. Seeing him made everything better. “Can I come in?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed together. Sure she understood that this was a little too much. But she hoped Bruce had the same urges she had. She had the urge to talk to him. Show him that it was alright. But at the same time she just wanted to slap him in the face and kiss him.

“O-of course Natasha,” Bruce coughed and nodded, moving back to let the redhead in. He couldn’t help but feel nervous, excited and guilty all at the same time. He needed to explain himself... but maybe this wasn’t the time. 

“You’re positive you’re infected?” Bruce asked, focusing on treating Natasha before begging for forgiveness. After all, Bruce could handle diseases, but Natasha wasn’t as indestructible. While prepping a needle, he asked: “Any symptoms?”

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Natasha quickly reminded herself that this was not the time to joke, she cleared her throat while she started to walk. “I don’t mean to be rude but do you think that you could take a shower as soon as we get at my place?” she wasn’t sure if she should pull her nose up or if she should get hungry. She’d rather be disgusted than try to lick the blood off his body. 

She admired Bruce, for helping the unfortunate. He knew exactly how to treat sick people. Besides he wouldn’t be able to get sick. At least that was what she guessed. 

Unfortunately Natasha had noticed some symptoms when she woke up the next day. Her muscles hurt, her head did hurt and a red spot on her leg betrayed that she had been stung by one of the many bugs in Fiji. There was only one person she knew who had medicines to treat her. And that was someone she did not want to confront yet. 

A knock on the door brought Bruce out of his musings.

“Yes...?” Bruce assumed it was another patient, and opened the door.

His heart nearly stopped at the sight. 

Searching for Bruce was something Natasha was busy with when she wasn’t busy with training the new avengers. Fury had given her advice on where the plane had taken Bruce and it did not take long for Natasha to head to that plane and see if there were more clues. Weeks had passed. Eventually she had ended up in Fiji. 

Finding Bruce wasn’t too hard. She knew him well enough to know where he would try to hide himself. Natasha had kept her eyes on him. She had studied him, in order to see what he was up to. Had he forgotten about her already? Natasha had enough reasons to knock on his door and ask him why he was hiding, from her. But there wasn’t enough gut to live up to that. She felt rejected. Hulk had denied her and it had been a punch to the face. She felt not good enough. Rejection was hard but this had taken a toll on her. 

Natasha had meant everything when she said she was willing to run away with him. She would still live up to that. Sure Fury knew what she was doing but she hadn’t taken any electronics with her. Everything to prevent the others from finding her and Bruce. 

Bruce remembered waking up confused and disorientated on the coast, filled with memories of the battle against Ultron. Bruce remembered rescuing Natasha, of being pushed and forced to change. 

He didn’t blame her.

Hulk did his job, helped defeat Ultron with the rest of the Avengers and even the Maximoff twins. Then the Hulk decided to go AWOL- but he was only doing what Bruce was best at.

Running away.

Bruce couldn’t handle the guilt that built up inside himself, he truly loved Natasha- which was why he had to leave. Bruce knew Natasha deserved better.

She deserved to be with a man that wasn’t also a monster.

In all honesty, Bruce couldn’t understand how Natasha could even trust him, let alone love him. His low self-worth couldn’t comprehend it. 

Which is why Bruce did what Bruce did best- run away from his problems, trying to fix other people’s in return. 

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