(Requested by: @DragonLover1234567 )
Scene: Bruce crashes your basketball practice.
Bruce's P.O.V.
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"I love you, Sweetie, but I have to get to practice." (Y/N) kissed my forehead as she took her bag and walked to the elevator. It was six on a Wednesday night; which meant (Y/N) had basketball practice. She played in a community club that raised money for charity.
How did I ever get a wonderful woman like her? I thought to myself.
I sighed happily as I stood up and turned off my laptop. She had three hour practice, so I decided to take a nap until she got back. I had been practicing. I could do it. But, I fell asleep too quickly. My dreams began to morph into blurry shapes and dark figures.
"Bruce!" She screamed. "Help me!" People were taking her away from me. "Bruce!" I hulked out, chasing after her captors. "Let her go!" I shouted at them.
They continued to drag her away. I ripped one from her. He ended up flying somewhere behind me. I didn't know or care to know. All that mattered was getting her back.
Before I could take another step, they were gone. And (Y/N)'s screams were echoing in my mind.
"(Y/N)!" I shouted as I catapulted out of bed. My skin changed as I followed the screaming outside and down to the community gym.
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3rd Person P.O.V.
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The buzzer went of in a high-pitched screech, and a lot longer than usual. (Y/N) shook hands with the other teammates as she packed up her bag. "Good job, girls! The next game is on Satur-"
The coach was cut off by a loud crash through the roof. "What the bloody ham was that?" She asked, looking up. One more and BOOM!
The Hulk was seething in the middle of the court, his gaze glazed over. "Oh no," (Y/N) muttered. She knew he had went to sleep by himself. It was the ritual that if Bruce had a nightmare, she was to immediately hold him until he went back to sleep so he wouldn't hulk out. But she wasn't there. "LET HER GO!!!" The other girls screamed and ran as Bruce's arm swung out. "Bruce! It's okay! I'm okay!" (Y/N) attempted to reassure him.
He pounded the floor, sending a wave of splintering boards towards her. (Y/N) was thrown backwards. As she looked down, a piece was partially embedded in her arm. She bit her tongue as she pulled it out and threw it aside. She'd deal with it later. Right now, there were bigger problems. Literally.
(Y/N) ran up to Bruce. "C'mon. Big guy, look at me!" The Hulk turned to stare down at her. "Ssh. That's it. The sun has gotten low. It's been a long day. Sleep is calling. C'mon." Natasha had taught (Y/N) how to calm him down, but she altered it a bit. "I love you. I love you so much. Ssh. That's it."
He shrunk, leaving her adorable, nerdy, half-nude sweetheart. She hugged him. "Ssh. It's okay. I love you. It's okay." She helped him get clothed and severely apologized before taking him home.
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As they were in the car, Bruce spoke. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's okay-" He stopped her. "No, it isn't. You're kicked off the team and now there's a big fine for it. I ruined one of your favorite hobbies and cost you so much. I mean, look at your arm! I don't deserve you."
His last words made her silent for a moment, before she smiled. "You know, it's funny, how humans love to put worth or prices or value on everything. See, you just did it. I don't deserve you. You're right. You don't."
His heart sank and his stomach dropped before she spoke again. "And I don't deserve you. We don't own each other. We have each other. I have you and you have me. I know it sounds derogatory, but it's like I had pizza for lunch today. I didn't deserve that pizza. I simply found the best pizza in the whole world and had it. I depended on it to fill my empty stomach and support me through the day. And it depended on me to eat it with all my heart and support it's quiddity of being a pizza.
"Sure, it had some seasoning I didn't particularly like, or had a bit of a bad turnout in the oven, but I learned to love it. And maybe I had bad breath from that morning or spinach in my teeth, but it didn't mind. And everything was okay."
After some silence, Bruce tilted his head with a crooked smile directed towards (Y/N). "Did you use pizza as an analogy for our relationship?" She shrugged. "What? I love them both dearly."
He replied by chuckling as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. Soon, his kisses trailed to her ear, then to her neck... "Hey! Driving here!" She jokingly reprimanded, swerving to prove her point. Bruce put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, but I can't help it when we get home..."
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A/N: Hello, dearies! I hope you liked it! Tell me what you think in a vote and a comment.
(Not to affect your response, but I've been having a hard time recently. I might vent in the next A/N, but I'll stay cheery for now. Sorry @DragonLover1234567
for glooming it up in your request. My apologies.)
Anywho, so long, my beauts!
~Sports_books_1816
