Smite Me [ThorBruce]

𝐀 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐰𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 #𝟏: 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

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Bruce Banner whistled along to the song pumping through his headphones, fiddling with the microscope in front of him. He peered down into it, observing how the Skrull DNA changed as he altered the light intensity. He jotted down his findings. He would have to type it all up later.

He sat back in his chair, stretching out. His setup was pretty sweet; his own S.H.I.E.L.D. commissioned lab, based underneath a New York skyscraper. The public believed that the building was owned by a fancy law firm, but it was just a front for S.H.I.E.L.D. Fucking pretentious name if you asked him.

The Director, Nick Fury would send down samples and specimens for him to examine and do tests on. The work was pretty chill most of the time and the turn around was slow enough that Bruce got a lot of down time. Not that he did anything more than sit in his apartment and play video games.

The buzzer for the lab's door pierced through his music and he pressed the button to let whoever it was in. The buzz-in button was inconveniently placed next to the panic button. Bruce had pressed that by accident a few times in the year that he had been there, much to the security team's annoyance.

He was pleased to see a familiar red bob as Natasha Romanoff walked in. She was Bruce's closest friend and the person who had recommended him to Fury for this position. She was also a field agent, meaning that it was her job to actually beat the shit out of the bad guys, like H.Y.D.R.A., the neo-nazis. Nat came with her own codename and everything.

However, Bruce was surprised to see two security guards, wheeling in a hospital bed and medical machinery behind her.

"Nat, what's going on?" he asked, standing up from his chair to get a better look. The hospital bed, to his shock was occupied.

"Orders from Fury. He wants you to analyse our John Doe here. He's comatose and we need to know what he is and why he's like this." Nat spoke with her usual matter of fact tone, which only ever faltered when she was in a particularly good mood and/or wasted. Not that that happened often.

"Um... okay. Is he an Inhuman?"

"I don't know." The guards wheeled the bed and the man into an empty corner, setting up the heart monitor, IV drip, etc.

"Is he an alien? A Skrull?"

"I don't know, Bruce."

"What do you mean you don't know? You must have some idea or he'd be in a hospital and not in a super secret underground lab." Nat rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"I don't ask questions, I just follow orders." Bruce had heard those words so many times before. "The only intel I have on him is that he was found in the middle of a crater, barely breathing."