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Bruce BannerxReader - Nightmares

You are in an empty black room. Then, suddenly, a door appears in front of you. Reluctantly, you twist the golden knob. When you pull the door open, there is nothing on the other side. Almost instantaneously, the door slams closed on its own. A little freaked out, you turn your back to the door, but it reappears in front of you. You decide to try the door again, but this time there's a face on the other side. You try to scream but nothing comes out. Then, without warning, a hand grabs your arm.

That's when you wake. You breathe hard, trying to calm yourself down. Then you quietly went back to bed, trying not to wake the sleeping Bruce next to you.

You open your eyes to find yourself in a chair, legs and arms tied back. With no wiggle room, you decide to scream for help. After five minutes of no response you hear footsteps from behind you moving closer. Your breathing quickens as the footsteps become nearer. A hand grabs your (hair color) locks, stringing them through its fingers.

"My dear (Y/N), why so frightened?" A man asks.

"Who are you?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Let's just say your boyfriend stole something from me." He replies, twirling your hair around his finger.

"You won't hurt him!" You yell.

"Oh, but you are wrong, my dear." He laughs mischievously.

Without warning, the man you love appears in front of you, face bloody. There's a cut on his forehead, blood leaking out. His arm is partially green, like he wants to become the beast, but can't. He kneels down to your level, close enough that you can smell the blood.

"This is all your fault, (Y/N)." He says before standing back up. "You led them to me."

Tears stream down your face as you reply, "I didn't want this to happen to you."

"And yet, it did happen." Bruce says, anger in his voice. That's when his hand arrives on your throat. Then you wake, again, panting and sweating, still crying.

"(Y/N)?" the man next to you asks.

"Oh, hey Bruce." You reply, quickly wipping away the tears.

"Another nightmare." He states, more then asks, sitting up. He wraps his arms around you, puts his head on your shoulder, and starts rocking you back and forth.

"You don't have to do this. I'm fine." You say, trying to calm yourself down.

"What type of boyfriend would I be, then?" He asks, joking.

"A well rested one." You reply.

"What fun would that be?" He jokes, before kissing you.