Avengers Imagines

Bruce x Reader: Lab Safety

A/N: So this is going to be kind of weird. It is kind of based of off my life. So that means super ADHD and spaziness ahead.

"What does this do?" I ask picking up some science-y looking thing. "That is a very dangerous weapon that could blow you to pieces in 2 seconds." Bruce says carefully taking it out of my hands and setting it down. "Sounds fun." I say as I walk and look at all of the other things in his lab.

"No. Not fun. Do you want pieces of Y/N everywhere?" He asks in what I assume is a rhetorical voice. "...YES!" I say enthusiastically. "No. Bad Y/N." He scolded while taking away some liquid thing in a glass cylinder that I had picked up.

"Hey! I wasn't done looking at that!" I say pouting. "It's dangerous to pick things up when you don't know what they are or what they do." I swear he acts like my dad whenever I come in here. "I'm not five. It's not like I'm going to use whatever I pick up. I'm just curious." I say while picking up something else.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying 'curiosity killed the cat.'?" "Didn't you know that satisfaction brought it back?" I retort. "Why don't you just sit over there," he says pointing "and not touch anything." I roll my eyes and stomp over. It's not until I sit down that I realize, maybe the reason he treats me like a five year old, is because I act like one.

I don't think about it for too long though because I see something shiny. I look over to make sure Bruce is focused on... whatever Bruce's do. I use my assassin skills to silently slide off the counter, and over to the shiny object.

I make sure Bruce doesn't see or hear me. I carefully open the drawer so I can see what it is. The drawer squeaks slightly and I stop dead in my tracks. I slowly look over at Bruce and he doesn't seem to notice. I continue on my mission. I finally get it open and look inside.

When I see what it is I gasp loudly. I turn and look at Bruce who is now looking at me smirking. "I just knew you would go and look." I look back in the drawer and pull out the box. "Is it for me?" I ask while tears well up in my eyes. "Of course it's for you. Who else would it be for?" "I don't know. Natasha maybe?" He laughs and walks over to me. "You are the only one I would want to give this to."

He takes the box. "Do you want to try it out? See how it feels?" I nod eagerly and carefully pick it up. "It's just so beautiful and shiny." I say admiring it. "How did you know that I wanted this one?" I ask. "You wouldn't stop talking about it. You even chanted it in your sleep. 'I want the Beretta 92FS INOX Handgun' over and over again." I chuckle slightly. "It's perfect. Thank you so much Bruce." I say putting it gently back in the box and hugging him.

"Anything for you Y/N. I love you so much." he said and kissed the top of my head. "I love you too." I mumble into his shirt. "So now we know how the story really ends." I say. He looks at me confused. "Curiosity didn't kill the cat. But it did give the cat a totally awesome handgun that the cat then went and killed a bunch of bad guys with." He laughs at me and I smile.

"Curiosity didn't give the cat the gun though. The cat got the gun from her totally awesome boyfriend." I laugh and playfully push him."Whatever." I say. "Wanna get some ice cream?" I ask excitedly. "Sure." And with that we walked out of the lab and got some ice cream. I couldn't ask for anything better.

A/N: Sorry if this is weird or doesn't make sense. Here is a picture of the gun in case you were curious. ;)