Bruce Banner x Reader One Shots - Closed

We Are One

We Are One

Request for CreepySonicCraft

A/N: Sequel to "Two of a Kind."

Co-written by Blossom.

It doesn't really mention the first story so it can be read as a standalone or a sequel.

It doesn't really mention the first story so it can be read as a standalone or a sequel.
Also, guys, no more hospital plots. No more re-writing a character's death scene where they end up in the hospital instead of dying, or any other plot that requires one of you in the hospital. It's getting old and I feel like every one comes out the same.
And check out my new story, Summer Storm! https://www.wattpad.com/story/68335806-summer-storm

"Could there maybe be a sequal to this? Where he hulks out but reader-chan helps him?"

You had been with the Avengers for two years, and you had been dating Bruce for one and a half. You had gotten to be good friends with everyone, but Bruce... Bruce understood you. You had very similar abilities, and your control over your powers was rather low. Neither of you ever got upset at the other for losing control and changing form; you would simply soothe each other until you shifted back into humans, and comfort each other until you both calmed down.

Bruce always blamed himself for "hulking out." He always referred to himself as a monster and felt that he was to blame for what he became after the incident.

There were times when you weren't there to soothe him, and vice versa, so it wasn't rare for you to come home to find him sobbing on the bedroom floor, cursing himself. You would make him some tea and sit beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back and reminding him that it was not his fault and that he was not a monster. But it didn't help much.

You were lounging on the couch one day, boredly channel surfing, and Bruce was in the lab. You had decided to give him some space, since you often felt like you got in his way when you hung out in there with him.

Just as you found a channel you liked, you heard a loud crash.

"Bruce, honey, are you alright?" you called, concern lacing your voice. There was no response.

"Bruce?" you tried again. The only sound that answered you was a loud roar.

"Not again," you murmured under your breath, setting the remote on the cushion beside you before standing. You slowly made your way to the lab, knowing better than to startle the Other Guy.

You lingered in the doorway, knocking gently against the frame, waiting for him to notice you. He had never tried to hurt you when he changed, but he always worried that he would.

The large, green creature turned on his heel and faced you, brows furrowed in unfocused rage and chocolate eyes squinted dangerously. You simply looked at him with a soft smile on your lips.

"I know you're in there, Bruce. I just want to help. Do you want me to leave?"

Your voice remained placid despite the pounding of your heart. You wanted to stay here and hold him until he felt better, but you knew that sometimes he needed to be alone. When he continued to stare at you, unmoving, you decided that this was not one of those times.

Crossing the threshold, you held your hands up in a gesture of surrender. Acting like a friend instead of prey increased your chances of putting the Other Guy back in his bottle. You walked slowly until you stood before him, looking up at the man who was now much taller than he was supposed to be.

"I'm here to help, baby," you cooed softly, your eyes full of love and devotion. His breathing slowed and he ceased his angry cries, but he was still big and green. You knew you were making progress, but you thought it weird that he hadn't changed. Normally, once his breathing deepened and his roars quieted, he shrunk back down to your lovable boyfriend.

"(y/n)?" the Other Guy greeted cautiously.

"Bruce?" you tried again, furrowing your brows. The Other Guy never spoke. It was always roars and screams. He never actually talked to you.

"What's happening?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff.

"I think you're controlling him," you mused.

"Then why can't I change back?"

You reached up to touch his face and he knelt down so you could reach. He leaned into the touch and you stared into his very Bruce-like eyes. Why wasn't he changing back?

"I think I'm merging..." he murmured. "We're not two different people anymore. I'm becoming one with the Other Guy."

Your eyes widened. That had to be what this was. "Maybe that will make him easier to control."

"But I'm still him," he countered, worry dripping from his words. "What if I can't change back?"

"Then we'll get a bigger place so you have more room," you replied simply, and he blew out a breath at your acceptance.

"You would still love me?"

The question broke your heart. He really thought that you would leave him if he couldn't stop being the Other Guy?

"Sit down," you requested softly, and he plopped down on the tile floor. It cracked under his weight and you sat in his lap.

"I will always love you. Even if the Other Guy hurt me, I would still love you. I will always be here for you, Bruce. I know you're in there, especially now that you're talking. You're still my lovable teddy bear scientist. I will do everything I can to help you, even if it's just sitting here and holding you."

You felt him shift beneath you, and he began to shrink. His army green skin faded back to its regular tan, his muscles deflated back to human size, and he stared up at you with awe in his eyes.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his lips softly. He returned it hesitantly, his arms securing around your waist, holding you against him.

"Thank you," he whispered against your lips.

"For what?" you countered.

"Being here for me," he explained. "I think that's what helped me change back. Knowing how much you love me no matter what happens is very soothing."

You smiled and pecked his lips again. "I meant every word. I will always be here."

He smiled and kissed your cheek before standing, holding you in his arms. You didn't even mind his lack of clothing. He carried you to your shared room, setting you on the bed before rummaging through his dresser for pajama pants. After sliding them on, he crawled into bed beside you, holding you to his chest. You snuggled against him and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, flipping through channels to find something to watch. 13 Going on 30 was just starting, so you left it there. Bruce chuckled at your choice.

"I'm telling you – grown up Matt looks just like you!"

"If you say so," he smiled, kissing your head and lying on his back as the movie started. You made it most of the way through before falling asleep against his chest. Bruce smiled and turned off the lamp beside the bed, joining you in slumber shortly after.