Marvel Oneshots

Morning After (Bruce Banner)

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Y/N stirred, the warmth of a comfortable bed and the quiet calm of the morning surrounding her. She blinked, her mind still foggy with sleep as she shifted, only to find herself wrapped in someone's arms—Bruce's arms.

Her breath caught in her throat, the realization of where she was hitting her like a wave. She lay still for a moment, her head resting on Bruce's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the solid comfort of his body next to hers. It was a strange, unexpected feeling—yet undeniably right.

The memories of the previous night came rushing back in fragments: the laughter, the celebration with the team after a mission well-done, and the easy conversation that had flowed between her and Bruce. There had been drinks—more than a few—and the kind of carefree joy that only came after the adrenaline of battle had worn off. She remembered talking with Bruce, their usual camaraderie deepening as the night went on, their touches becoming more frequent, their smiles lingering just a little longer.

And then, sometime in the hazy aftermath of the night, they had ended up here—together.

Y/N glanced up at Bruce, still sleeping soundly beside her, his face relaxed in the soft morning light. There was something incredibly peaceful about him in this moment, something that she rarely got to see. Bruce was always so controlled, so careful, keeping his emotions in check, holding back the storm inside him. But now, in the quiet of the morning, he looked completely at ease. The lines of tension that usually marked his face were gone, replaced by a serenity that made her heart ache in the best possible way.

She didn't move, afraid to wake him, but her mind couldn't help but replay the events of the night before. They hadn't planned it. In fact, they'd both been dancing around their feelings for longer than either of them cared to admit. But the combination of the night's excitement and the comfort they found in each other's presence had made everything fall into place.

And now, here they were—waking up together, wrapped in each other's warmth, as if this had always been where they were meant to end up.

Bruce stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as he slowly woke up. Y/N held her breath, waiting to see how he would react when he realized where they were and what had happened. But when his eyes fluttered open and his gaze met hers, there was no panic, no regret—just a soft, sleepy smile that sent a warmth through her that had nothing to do with the blankets wrapped around them.

"Good morning," Bruce murmured, his voice low and husky with sleep, his hand brushing gently across her back in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Morning," Y/N replied, her voice just as soft as she smiled up at him.

For a moment, they just lay there, the silence between them comfortable and intimate, the morning light casting a golden glow over everything. Bruce's fingers traced small, absent-minded patterns along her arm, the simple gesture making her heart flutter in her chest. There was something so natural, so easy about being with him like this—like they had been doing this for years, even though this was the first time.

"You okay?" Bruce asked softly, his gaze searching hers as if he was worried that she might regret what had happened.

Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "Yeah. I'm more than okay."

Bruce's expression softened, relief washing over his features as he relaxed back into the pillows. He let out a small chuckle, his hand still gently caressing her arm. "Last night was... unexpected."

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," Y/N added with a playful grin, the teasing lilt in her voice making Bruce chuckle again.

"No, definitely not unwelcome," he agreed, his eyes twinkling with amusement before his gaze grew more serious. "I'm just... I wasn't sure if—"

Y/N silenced him with a gentle kiss, pressing her lips softly to his. It wasn't rushed or heated, just a slow, tender kiss that conveyed everything she felt but hadn't yet found the words to say. When she pulled back, Bruce was smiling at her, a look of quiet awe on his face as if he couldn't quite believe this was real.

"You don't have to say anything, Bruce," Y/N whispered, her hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. "This... feels right. It's always felt right."

Bruce let out a soft breath, his forehead resting against hers as his arms tightened around her. "It does, doesn't it?"

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the quiet morning stretching out around them. The world outside could wait—there were no missions to rush off to, no responsibilities to pull them apart. For once, it was just the two of them, in this perfect moment that neither of them wanted to end.

Bruce's hand slid up to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek as he gazed at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "I've wanted this for a long time," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... didn't think it could happen."

Y/N smiled, leaning into his touch. "Neither did I. But here we are."

The soft intimacy between them lingered, and Y/N could feel the tension building again, not from uncertainty, but from the shared understanding that this—whatever this was—had always been inevitable. Her heart raced as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his once more, this time with a slow, burning intensity that sent sparks through her.

Bruce responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her more tightly as the kiss deepened, the tenderness between them giving way to a growing passion. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together beneath the sheets. The warmth between them ignited something raw and powerful, something they had both been holding back for far too long.

Bruce's hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him, the heat of his touch making her gasp softly against his lips. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they smiled through the haze of desire and emotion.

"This is real, right?" Bruce whispered, his voice filled with quiet awe, as if he still couldn't quite believe that she was here with him like this.

Y/N smiled, her hand cupping his cheek as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "It's real, Bruce. It's very real."

And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, the warmth of the morning light surrounding them, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. Something that had always been waiting for them—something that felt as inevitable and right as the sun rising outside.