Irondad and Spiderson One Shots II

Upset Hulk 🧌

Bruce let out a frustrated sigh as he began to exit the lab. Finally, he had been finished with his hard work and he wanted to take a minute and watch a show or eat something other than cheap snacks that he got so he didn't have to stop from eating when doing his projects. 

It wasn't just working that stressed him though. He always had a lot of work and when he was done, somehow he always needed to help out with an Avengers mission because the Hulk was very powerful and strong and apparently that was all the team saw him as.

"Hey Banner, I need you in medic bay because of the recent mission the others went on. Apparently Clint can't stop himself from getting injured." Tony Stark enters the living room just before he sat down.

Bruce sighs, standing at full length and making his way towards the medic bay. 

It was loud in the medic bay with Hawkeye being screamed at by Natasha about being more careful and Capt. America trying to calm the both of them down. 

"Are you guys leaving yet?" Bruce snarled in frustration. He was sick of the loud noises and he could already feel the anger building in him. The tips of his ears began turning slightly green, though no one noticed. 

The three of them looked at Bruce and frowned with concern, not even caring that one of them was injured. "Are you alright, bruce?" Steve asked, "Your ears are green."

"Yes." He sighed, "Now out, both of you. You'll only make this more difficult for me." Bruce started ushering Natasha and Steve out then turned back to Clint, "Alright, what happened?"

"My arrow exploded..." Bruce lifted an eyebrow, "...in my hand."

"Fuck, Clint, you are lucky to even have hands." Bruce huffed, taking his medical kit out, "lets see it."

It took about an hour for him to finally get done with Clint's hand and that was only because he didn't want to accidently rip off Clint's hand in anger.

Bruce went back into the living room and he wasn't happy to see that the whole living room was full of all the Avenger buddies. The only place he could get some silence is the lab, and that was the last place he wanted to be.

"Hey Brucie, come over here!" Stark said.

"Don't call me that." Bruce snapped, surprising everyone. Even himself if he was honest.

"Hey don't get upset." Natasha claimed, "None of us didn't anything wrong to make you upset."

He frowned, "Yes, you did. I just want to rest. How come EVERYONE wants to interrupt me but are allowed to rest whenever they please! Huh!" His face began growing with green.

"Hey, hey, calm down."

"The last thing I want to fucking hear is to calm down!"

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Peter sighed as he entered the elevator. He was very happy about getting out of school. Now all he wanted to do was go in the lab and sleep afterwards.

Then as he got to the top floor and the ding of the elevator went off, he could feel a sudden tingle. Something was wrong. 

Duck-Duck-Duck-Duck

When the door opened, Peter ducked. And just as it opened, a side table came rushing into the elevator and bursting to pieces. 

A chunk of wood hit Peter's face and he got a huge cut across his cheek. He knew it'd bleed. But he was more focused on what was going on. Where they being attacked?

Peter flung his backpack off and rushed into the room. He wasn't expecting to see everyone flying around the room to get away from the fury and anger of the Hulk, who was smashing everything to get out of the way so he could get to the other Avengers.

"Mr. Stark, what's going on?" Peter gasped.

Turning around, Stark backed towards Peter and hurried to push him towards the elevator, "You should go, Peter. You can't get hit by the Hulk, he'll crush yo-"

He saw the mark on Peter's face and gasped touching it lightly. "You're hurt."

Peter opened his mouth to respond but over his shoulder, Peter could see the Hulk throwing a chair towards Mr. Stark. He pushed him to the ground and jumped to stick to the roof. He barely dodged the flying object and decided he'd take care of the Hulk problem himself. 

"I'm so sorry Mr. Banner." Peter whispered before swinging down from the ceiling and landing right in front of Hulk. He took his full strength and pushed himself off the ground, hitting his fist into his uncle Banner's jaw. An uppercut. And his full strength went into it.

And it knocked the Hulk down. And he went spinning before landing on the floor.

And everyone looked at Peter. Had he not told them that he could do stuff like that? Well he could.

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Bruce cracked his eyes opened. He was in the bedroom he stayed in when he was at the tower. God, what happened?

All the thoughts were flooding back into his head and he was remembering everything he had done. Humiliation wasn't the beginning of it.

He was about to move out of bed when he noticed the small boy sleeping by the bed. Peter. He had stayed with Bruce as he slept, probably because he felt guilty for knocking him out and punching him. H was glad Peter did. But Peter probably didn't see it that way.

Peter was so young yet so powerful. Bruce didn't know he was so powerful. And maybe this much power meant that he should fear the future. 

Taking Peter in his arms, Bruce moved Peter under the covers and began getting himself out of bed. 

The young boy curled into bed easily and slept soundly, soft snores as he did so. And Bruce smiled.

He was proud of Peter. So much power, stress, responsibility, and he looked so innocent.