Marvel Imagines - On Hiatus

Angry - Bruce Banner

Warnings: says shit once?

After a battle, Hulk can't transform back and is getting growingly madder and madder. You have a power that means you must step in.

(Also, I'm using they pronouns in this chapter so just substitute whatever your preferred pronouns are in place)

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The battle had been fierce and long.

Enemies had come one after the other, after the other after the other.

Bruce's mind was almost completely absent from the creature that was left of him. This -
This was just the Hulk.

And Hulk was angry.

He was running; running through the buildings: a giant green man, tearing and smashing things up. He didn't seen to care at all about what was friend and what was foe; everything was in his way, and everything therefore had to be destroyed.

The other Avengers were busy; too busy with aliens and fighting to track down the huge green guy. But someone had to.

And that was Y/N.

Part of a medical team that worked along side the Avengers, it was her job to rein everyone in and keep them grounded. Each of the team members had a "gift" or an "enhancement", Y/N's being emotional manipulation and healing.

So off they took after the Hulk.

It wasn't hard to find him, following the trail of wreckage and damage that he had left in his wake.

When they found Hulk, Y/N had to duck to avoid being sent flying by a tree that had been fully uprooted and swung across the small clearing Hulk was sitting in.

All the sounds that were bursting from the clearing were angry snarls and almost sob like cries. They tore through the quiet air as the faint sounds of the lingering fight off in the distance were drowned out by the bellows of the Hulk.

Slowly, Y/N approached the huge green guy, cautiously avoiding the direct lines of where he was sending rocks and plants and all manners of other items that were spiralling away from Hulk.

Y/N noted as they carefully shifted closer that the Hulk was only throwing with his left hand, as his right one clutched his chest. Drops of blood were dripping between his fingers and Y/N gritted their teeth - he was hurt. That would make it harder to approach him.

But before Y/N could make a new plan, their foot slipped, landing heavily on a stick that snapped and broke under foot.

The Hulk swivelled to face Y/N directly, anger still thickly clouding the normally kind eyes of Bruce Banner.

Then it hit Y/N: all the feelings of Hulk and Bruce mingling as one, pain and fear and anger, but a shock too. Bruce was trying to come back into control but couldn't; at was as if someone had slipped the reins away from him, just out of reach.

The Hulk was moving towards Y/N, but they knew better than to run. Slowly as the Hulk approached menacingly, Y/N raised their hand and held it out to him.

They began to whisper soft reassuring things to the Hulk while reaching out to him. He looked taken aback but Y/N continued. The Hulk was just another creature scared and in pain, just like Y/N themself and all their other patients.

Y/N was unthreatening to the Hulk. They radiated love and security to him and despite his anger and rage, he felt himself being lulled. Slowly, almost unconsciously, Hulk took their hand and sank to a sitting position on the ground. He felt safe and the rage was leaving him like an ice melting away.

With a sort of sadness, he smiled and the moment his eyes closed he was Banner again.

His hand still clasped Y/N's as they healed him. He was gripping it so tightly that Y/N could not remove their hand from his.

But it was not so bad, sitting with Bruce Banner in the clearing. So beside him Y/N laid down and waited for someone to come and find them.

(A/N I don't know whether this is decent or really bad so let me know what you think. But any way this is one of my longer one shots so let me know if you prefer this sort of thing or my other sort of styles! That's all for now though! X)