So I've decided that each rescue is going to be its own chapter. I just don't want to have super long chapters, and so you don't have to scroll for ages to get to the one you want. So here goes Bruce!
You woke up, tied, on one of the couches. To be specific, one of the old, moldy, gross, someone-probably-had-sex-on-this, someone-probably-died-on-this-too, couches. At least they gave you a pillow to rest your aching head on. But on second thought, the pillow probably was stuffed with dead babies or something. I don't know. The henchmen were huddled on the floor, because the couches and chair were obviously too gross to sit on, and you could see Jerome pacing the floor just out of the circle of light. He was talking on the phone to someone, and he kept having to repeat his name, so he was probably talking to someone very official. Except it looked like he was getting frustrated, because he kept running his hands through his hair and swearing loudly. So far no one had noticed that you were awake, which was all fine and dandy because you needed to figure out a way to escape. Which wouldn't be all that hard, except for maybe the locks on the doors, because the goons didn't look like they had guns, and their IQ didn't seem to be extraordinary.
Just as a plan had formulated in your mind, your phone started to ring. These guys were really stupid, because they didn't even think to take it out of your pocket when they knocked you out. Luckily, it was set to vibrate quietly, not make too much noise, so you shifted the slightest bit to see who it was. Bruce.
Whelp. Looks like these guys are gonna see the Hulk after all, because if you don't answer a call and justify it right away, Bruce gets extremely anxious. And now, because he knows where you went, he was just getting angry. Boy, were you right about that.
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Back at the meeting, which had just gotten out, Bruce was standing outside in the hallway, anxiously looking at his phone, while everyone else was chatting with donuts and coffee. Natasha noticed him getting antsy, and so she came over to ask what was up.
"Well, Y/N went to go get me something that couldn't wait, except she had to go to a bad area in town to get it. She said she would call me as soon as the deal was done, which should have been a while ago. I thought maybe she forgot, so I was calling her, but she hasn't answered. I've been ringing her for 5 minutes." By now the whole group was standing around.
Maria piped up from the back. "I've got a trace going to her number; as long as you keep ringing her, we should be able to use the signal to find her. " She looked down at the screen of her little tablet thingy for a few seconds, tapped it a few times, then looked up and announced the address. Everyone immediately flocked to the hanger, Tony was super excited about getting some action, while Steve was trying to get everyone to listen to his plan.
It was a short flight, and soon they were hovering over a large warehouse, where you were still laying on the couch. Tony gave the directions for it to be a dramatic entrance, and so a giant magnet was lowered from the plane, and soon enough the metal roof was ripped right off the building.
Bruce opted to go in after the fighters, because he wanted to be able to comfort you, and he couldn't do that if he was the Hulk.
Steve, Tasha, Tony, Thor and Clint jumped off the plane, while Bruce waited until Maria had landed the jet before disembarking. By the time he got there, the rest of the team had subdued that bad guys, and Natasha was just walking over to untie you. You were sitting up on the couch, eagerly awaiting a chance to get off that disgusting thing. Your eyes lit up when you say Bruce running over to you, and Natasha handed Bruce a knife before walking off and letting you two do whatever couples do.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here. He was a total Jerome." You explained once the gag was removed.
Bruce grinned up at you as he sawed through the cord around your ankles. "Oh was he? And what exactly does that mean?"
"Well," you shifted to allow him access to your wrists. "It means that he was full of himself, rude, arrogant, and just a nasty person in general. A Jerome."
He sat next to you after handing the knife off to someone else. "Oh, now I get it! Well, aren't you glad you didn't decide to date a Jerome? "
You giggled and leaned towards him. "Yes, I sure am. Bruce's are wayyy better."
"And how do you figure that?"
"Well, for starters, their drop dead handsome. And their smart, funny, and driven. Great at making Mexican food. Has the best hair ever, and a cute nose. Plus, they make the bestest boyfriends ever!"
He leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss to your lips. "I'm flattered..."
He was going back for a second kiss when someone, *cough Steve * cleared their throat awkwardly.
"Sorry to interrupt the pre-fondue, but we gotta get out of here."
Tony muttered something about Steve being a cock-block as everyone walked back to the jet. Nat and Clint were doing a magnificent job at taking care of the prisoners, obviously enjoying the fun, and Bruce was just happy that you were safe, and they hadn't hurt you.
That night, Bruce decided that you both needed to relax, and so therefore it was time to watch Titanic on the couch, with hot chocolate and candy. He even lit some candles, and put extra marshmallows in the hot chocolate. Such charm. It was a perfect night after a not-so-perfect day, with a perfect guy by your side, and honestly, you didn't want it any other way.
