Guys this is a Hulkeye- Bruce/Clint. I actually really like this pairing, so, err, yeah
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Clint POV
"So, what's Bruce about?" I casually ask Natasha, my eyes drifting to the lab.
In all honesty, I don't really know much about our Doctor considering I was under Loki's control when he joined. And the only time I actually saw him with me under no one's control was the last battle when he came to us on a motor bike. So, I don't really know anything about him, besides the good natured guy who turns into a green raging monster when angry or excited.
"Banner? He's nice," she shrugs, going through the files Fury set to us.
Being a spy has some downfalls, it takes a lot out of free time.
"Nice?" I ask, because there must be something different to him other than nice.
"Yeah, kind, good, you know? I got it!" she dismisses, punching in the code on the keypad.
Right, we better keep it down now. Silence is the key. Being unnoticed, creepy, a serpent in the shadows.
"Shit!" I exclaim, tripping over a rock and falling to the ground.
Natasha just rolls her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.
"Shut up Birdbrain!" she snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a corner.
"Ok fine. But, no, seriously, what's his deal?" I ask, because I need to know someone to be able to work with them.
"Do you really need to know?" Nat sighed, checking for cover before rolling over and hiding behind a chunk of metal.
I check my surroundings before going the opposite way, gripping onto my bow and arrow in the process.
"Yeah, I kinda do," I whisper, looking around once more.
"I'll tell you later," she tells me, gripping onto her gun and shooting it out, blasting bullets in every direction as spies and assassins drop down onto our level, shooting from their guns too.
"Alright!" I call over my shoulder, pulling back on my bow and letting several arrows in different directions.
I run down a corridor, elbowing someone in the face before scraping my arrow by my bow, letting go and watching it fly through the air. I see Natasha drop her gun and use her combat moves to knock the fuckers dead on the ground. She whips around and kicks them in complicated ways and I have to raise an eyebrow. You really shouldn't piss off Natasha.
"He has a sense of humour," I hear her call, and I smile despite the situation.
I whip around and pull on the elastic on the bow, sending more arrows into the bodies the enemies.
"He knows gamma radiation like the back of his hand," Nat says, kicking a male where we certainly shouldn't be kicked.
I nod understanding, knowing that the fact was quite obvious.
"He hates himself, he wants to help people other than be the green monster he sees himself as," Natasha starts listing now, and I smile.
Bruce has always hated himself after the incident. Stark even told me that Bruce tried to kill himself, but found out he can't be killed because of the Other Guy. I duck as a bullet soars towards mne, making it hit into the wall. I do a cartwheel, kicking someone in the face before grabbing my bow and using more arrows.
"He loves a morning coffee," she tells me, before snapping someone's arm off.
I love coffee too.
"He hates doing the dishes," Natasha says.
I notice a grenade being smacked onto the ground, and I warn Natasha. She nods before gripping onto the ceilings railing, swinging before crashing into the window, falling onto the concrete. I don't follow her, instead I smash into another window, and use my special bow and launch it onto the roof, making it slide down like a rope, allowing me to swing onto the ground before an explosion emits. Nat grabs my arm and we run for it, jumping over flying material that's been set on fire.
"He loves his job the same amount as Tony loves his inventions," Nat speaks roughly as smoke coats the air in a thick texture.
Wow, he's a committed guy.
I smile at the amount of information about this guy who is so different compared to the Hulk.
We have a lot in common:
1) We both love our work
2) We both love strong coffee
3) We both hate doing the dishes and washing up
4) We both think we're monsters (I am a monster on different kind of levels compared to Bruce)
5) We both can take a joke
I smile slightly, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of our lovely kind hearted-good natured-coffee loving-workaholic-major anger issues Doctor Physicist.
"Oh, and one more thing," Nat coughs, smoke finally leaving her lungs.
We jump into a sack of hay, keeping quiet and breathing heavily as we wait for police sirens to go off. We make a run for it as I twist the Sonorack Stone in my hands. We succeeded our mission. I can't believe we had to get through an all-hands-on-deck system with a tracking device just so we could defeat an angry mob before giving the correct concussed code before tracking and receiving the stone before fighting off a robot/spy/assassin comrade before escaping our death at the hand of a grenade for a stone.
"He's gay," Nat finishes.
Oh yeah? Well, I think I may have a chance.
