Natasha watched the rain, sitting outside the compound in the refurbished greenhouse. It was her comfort space, sitting comfortably in the solace of blankets and fairy lights. It was small and cozy. No one knew about it.
Nat sighed.
They had lost a really bad fight between her team and a really enthusiastic branch of the Black Order, who had come back for vengeance, she assumed, and while, thankfully, there weren't any casualties, everyone was a little shaken up.
Natasha stared at her phone, screen dark, as she contemplated calling him.
On one hand, she might get a few words of sympathy. On the other, did Natasha really want a few words of sympathy?
Nat shook her head at herself, swallowing her pride. She went to her starred contacts list and pressed the top number. It rang once before he picked up.
"Nat?"
Natasha sighed. She didn't even know why she was holding her breath for him to answer. He had never left her hanging. "Hey, Bruce." She took a shaky breath. "How are you?"
The was a short silence before she heard a car door being closed. "I'm in my car," the scientist answered. "Are you at the greenhouse?"
Natasha exhaled a laugh. "How'd you know?"
"I just do." Bruce sounded rueful, but maybe it was just the audio quality. "What happened?"
Nat shook her head as if he could see her. "Just... the last mission. We didn't really... you know."
"Oh." The scientist didn't offer up the words of sympathy Natasha had wondered about. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Talk to you then?"
"Sure." Nat closed her eyes. "Hey, Bruce?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
There was a brief pause, then– "Anything."
Natasha smiled as she hung up.
A few minutes later, Bruce knocked on the greenhouse door.
"Come in!" she called.
Bruce stepped in and looked around. "You redecorated," he noted.
Natasha sent him a wry smile. "Well, I couldn't keep your quantum theory Pinterest board up here forever." She watched him sit down at the foot of her egg chair. "It's my resting place and it made my head hurt."
The scientist smiled softly. "I could teach you."
Nat rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean." She sighed, leaning back into her chair. "Things have been crazy."
"This week, month?" She opened her eyes to see Bruce watching her carefully. "You were out of reach for a while."
"This whole..." Natasha waved her hands around to try and convey the sheer vastness of crazy she experienced. "... Thing." She turned slightly to look at Bruce. "How are you?"
He shrugged. "I'm fine. Working on a project at the moment."
"About what?"
"Time travel." Bruce shifted in his seat. "I just wanted to try. I have schematics running right now. Uh, Tony's actually over here, with Morgan. We were hanging out."
Natasha blinked. "Oh my god." She sat up. "I interrupted you. I'm sorry."
Bruce shook his head. "It's fine. We weren't getting anywhere." He chuckled. "Plus, after Ultron, I had this safeguard installed so that once I leave the place for more than ten minutes, everything is self-contained. It won't break. Even with Tony and his baby with sticky fingers."
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FanfictionA prompt list by a very good friend of mine. Will be featuring Brutasha mainly.