You are one of the most talented volleyball players in NYC. That's totally not due to the fact that you dive for the ball and sacrifice your knees for every low ball. I'm just kidding ya do. The problem with that, though, is your boyfriend is very protective of you, and in your opinion coddles you too much.
Today was the last game of the season and you gave it your all. Like always. This time your list of minor injuries was a skinned knee, a bruise on your face, four of your fingers were jammed, and a bloody nose. You came home with the widest grin on your face.
"How'd it go?" Bruce asked.
"We won!!" You squealed. "25 to 21. It was so close! Their serves were good, but we were better at receiving. We came out on top, after only winning 4 out of 10 games!" You bounded over to him and hugged him excitedly.
"That's great, sweetheart!" Bruce congratulated. "Good job!"
"Then- ow! Ow! Ow!" You whined. Bruce pulled away and scanned you for injuries. He sighed and sat you down. Bruce went to grab the first aid kit, and when he came back he found you setting a volleyball while you were waiting.
"Thirty!" You exclaimed happily. He smiled at you then frowned at your knee. He sighed heavily and started wrapping it up. You hissed slightly when he put the isopropyl alcohol on your wound and he mumbled 'sorry' and kept going.
"There." He kissed your knee. "All better." You gave him your usual lopsided smile then rubbed your stomach.
"I'm hungry. I want pizza." Bruce smiled and patted your head. He went to the kitchen and ordered a pizza. When he payed he heard singing coming from the living room. He looked up and saw you singing happily and dancing to your music.
When he finished ordering the pizza he sat next to you on the couch. "Please be careful." Bruce mumbled.
You smiled sadly and hugged Bruce lightly. "I try. I really do. I just get too into it and I don't think. I'm sorry, but I get worried when you go off on missions and come back missing a pint of blood. I know you love me, but I am as careful as my games allow me to be. Just as you are as careful as your missions allow you to be."
"I know." Bruce said. "I just worry. I'm practically invincible when I'm the Hulk, but you're not. You don't have any powers."
"Not true, I'm a telepath and I can use telekinesis. I have one of the most powerful minds in the world. I also have a pretty strong will."
"Physical powers." Bruce corrected. "But you know what I mean. I just worry about you. Just as you do the same."
"I know. I love you." You said.
"I love you."
