Avengers Preferences & Imagines

Bruce Imagine

It was 3 at night, and you couldn't sleep because of a nightmare. You sat up to find your bed empty.

Bruce must be in the lab. you thought.

You quietly got up, wrapped your blanket around yourself, and walked down to the lab, trying to hold back tears.

You stood by the door, and peeked in. There was Bruce, his glasses on, hunched over papers, his head in his hands.

Maybe I shouldn't bother him. He looks busy. you think, tears running down your fave.

You step back, but the floor creaks.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Bruce asks, getting up from his turtle-like position.

You came out of the shadows and stood in the door frame. "Yeah, it is."

He saw your tear-stained face and immediatly ran over to you, embracing you in a hug.

"Nightmare?" he murmured into your hair. You nodded.

"Come on." he said, grabbing your hand and leading you towards your shared room.

He laid down on the bed, and you followed. He held you close to him, letting you cry.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

"No. But please stay with me." you pleaded.

He kissed your forehead. "I wasn't thinking of leaving."

He rubbed circle onto your back until you slowly drifted off into a nightmare-free sleep.