More Than A Hero

Sleeping Is My Favorite Movie (Bruce X Male)

I like this one a lot, which is kinda crazy, considering I'd set up a mental block about writing for him. How'd I do?

After a long day of flying, all you wanted to do was unwind, take a shower, and maybe head over to your friend's house if you had the energy. "Y/N!" A familiar voice called. You looked to the source and smiled. Any and all plans you'd had were long forgotten as Bruce Banner, your best friend, encased you in his warm embrace. "Hey, Bruce. I missed you too, but can we do this after I've showered? I'm a bit stale from my flight."

He pulled away with a sheepish grin. "Yeah. Sorry. Here, I'll take care of your bags. You just get in the car." Once you'd stepped into his house, you smiled. It smelled good. It smelled like Bruce. Like home. "You know where everything is. I'm make some food. Are pancakes okay?" You nodded, then set off to get what you needed from his room. Some boxers, a shirt, a washcloth and towel from the closet. 

Ten minutes later, you walked into his kitchen. Bruce blushed when he saw you in his clothes, and the fact that you hadn't buttoned the shirt wasn't helping. "I-uh-I'm out of mix. Sorry," he managed to say in a small voice. "S'okay. Not really hungry anyways. Mind if I just sleep on the-" He nodded. "Y-yeah. Sure. I'll wake you up in an hour?"

"Sure."

Once you were asleep, Bruce walked in with a blanket. He stood there for a second, just taking you in. Your H/C locks were longer, and your skin had more of a tan than it had last time he saw you. It made sense though, since you'd been at an archaeological dig site in Egypt for six months. A soft sigh escaped your lips, prompting him to move closer. "I'm glad you're back," he whispered, careful not to wake you. There was a new scar on your chest; he'd have to ask about it later. 

An hour later, you woke up. You noticed two things. One, you now had a blanket. Two, the cushion dipped next to your hand. When you looked, you saw Bruce, asleep. Smiling, you slid your hand into his hair and started to play with it. "Mm?" You almost retracted your hand, but decided against it. "You sleepy, bid?" You asked softly. "Mmhmm." You scooted further back on the couch, so there was space. "C'mere." 

Bruce climbed up next to you, curling into your side. His hands tentatively touched your chest, and slid around your torso (under the open shirt) when you nodded. His face was tucked into your neck, but he looked up when you spoke. "You comfy?" 

"Yeah." 

"I feel like we're about t watch a movie," you said. Bruce tucked his face back into your neck, and you could feel him smile against your skin. "Sleeping is my favorite movie." 

You pulled him a little closer. "Mine too," you murmured, kissing his head and closing your eyes.