There once was an abusive jerk...

Natasha

Darkest part so far!! Yeah. Really. Reference to a non consensual relationship with noncon physical contact. Reference to rape basically. Plus all the stuff from other chapters. I'm very sorry.

"Did you... Ever... Cared for him?" Natasha asked as her hands were clenched into tight fists.
He hesitated. A long time. And then he very softly shook his head. "I... I'm... A freak..." He whispered. "At f-first I couldn't even p-properly love Tony. He fixed me."
"Fixed you? What do you mean..." Clint asked wearily.
"I used to be... Even more disgusting... I was asexual. Stupid. Real men do not hate sex." He repeated the last sentence like it was a line he had written and said a thousand times. Natasha punched a wall and kneeled before Bruce with fire in her eyes as the others stood there in complete and utter shock.
"Bruce. You are not disgusting for not wanting sex. It doesn't make you a freak. I am aromatic Bruce. Does that make me a freak?" She asked softly.
Bruce paled and shook his head. "You are not a freak Natasha." He said softly.
The red head placed a very gentle hand on his knee and smiled sadly. "And neither are you Bruce." She whispered and he shook his head again. This time it had an air of desperation. What she said did not match what he was taught by his father, and what was probably only pressed harder by Tony.
She smiled softly and sadly. "You are a good man Bruce. And you deserve to be happy." She whispered. It was all too much... He couldn't take it anymore... He stumbled to his feet and ran off. Natasha got up and looked at the ceiling. "Jarvis?"
"Yes agent Romanov? He asked directions to his room and just entered." He said without having to be asked the question. "Oh... I believe he may need assistance. I am currently trying to keep him calm... But it seems his rooms caused a negative reaction." The British voice spoke urgently.

Steve jumped up and ran to Bruce's room quickly. He found Bruce in the corner, curled up and shaking.
"S-Steve?" He whispered as the captain crouched beside him.
"Yes Bruce. It's me."
"T-They made a m-mistake." He whispered and Steve frowned softly.
"A mistake? What do you mean Bruce?"
"I... I c-can't pay the r-rent for t-this." He whispered. "I don't earn as m-much mo-money as y-you guys d-do. This room is t-too big..." He added and curled up even tighter.
"Rent? Who said anything about rent? This home is ours now Bruce. You don't have to pay rent. And neither do we. We wouldn't be able to afford it either. Shield doesn't pay that good." Steve said softly.
Bruce looked confused and, Steve mentally cheered, a little relieved. "But what about the money from the copyrights? I mean, you're the best selling figurine. It annoyed Tony to no end." He adds muttering. "But the other guy doesn't sell as good and... I only get a small part since the other guy technically belongs to the US defence department. I used that small part to pay the rent to Tony."
Steve frowned. "But... You payed rent to Tony?" Steve asked softly.
Bruce nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't want to be treated differently in that aspect just because we were together. I know you all paid as well and-"
"Bruce...?" Steve softly interfered. "We didn't pay rent." He said softly. "We keep a small part of the money that comes in as spending cash... But... Most goes to charity and clean up after battles."
Bruce paled. "So... Your money... And my money... Oh..." He whispered sadly. "I'm sorry. I wish I had given my money to charity as well." He muttered.
"Don't feel guilty Bruce. If Tony would have been honest to you, it would have been no problem. And defence has no right to claim that money. So we will go after that alright? We will make it right for you. And... And don't worry about this room. It's yours... You can always stay here no matter what. I promise." Steve said softly.
Bruce looked sad and broken when he said that. "How can you promise that?" He asked in a small sad voice that made the captain's heart clench.
"Because I'm your friend. And I will do anything to make you happy Bruce." He answered softly and something new appeared in Bruce his eyes. Something bright and beautiful.
Just a small spark... Of hope.