Marvel Boyfriend Scenarios

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

"And a partridge in a pear tree!" Clint and I bellow for the 12th time, an arm slung around the other's back. We break down into fits of giggles as Maria sighs in relief.
"I have been released from hell at last." she chuckles, but then the room goes silent, "Wait, where's Tony?" A low murmur spreads as people are questioning where he's gone, but a loud 'ho ho ho' answers our question. The door is kicked open with an almighty crash to reveal Stark himself clad in offensively vibrant crimson clothing: a thick jacket is trimmed with fluffy white cotton; clasped together with a large brown belt; alongside a, probably real, gold buckle; his hands are concealed within brown leather gloves; and similar coloured boots come up to his knees - a ruby red sack is lazily hanging over his shoulder.
"Alright ladies, gents and other animals," he shoots a cheeky glance at Thor, riling the god up.
"I'll have thou know that I am no animal, rather I come from a line of-"
"Yeah yeah, whatever Point Break, we get it. You're royalty. Not in casa de Stark," he does a small bow, gesturing to the tower, "ANYway, I am burdened with the glorious task of giving out the secret Santas." Now why does that sound familiar? "But I need a drink so help yourselves." And with that he dumped the contents of the sack on the floor, colourful and shimmering gifts pouring out like a spilt glass of milk.

I dive in and snatch up my own and Bruce's before wedging myself back between my boyfriend and Clint - who since meeting I've become a partner in crime with - and handing Bruce his gift. Savagely, I rip away the thin layer of paper keeping me from my gift; it feels like my body is on fire with excitement to try and work out who got it me. I lift the lid off a small velvet box to display the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's polished and cut to perfection. The brilliant gem bounces rays of oceanic light over my shirt. I sit there, transfixed by the enchanting jewel. Its surface is impossibly smooth. Its colors, impossibly bright. A magnificent blue aurora surrounds it, giving off an ethereal glow. It shimmers in the silver chain with a radiance of its own. Clint helps me clasp the necklace around my neck and I roll the centrepiece between my fingers, admiring its beauty. I knew that this was from Loki; I've heard Thor's stories about a unique gem that is only found in the darkest depths of Jotunheim. Yes, even the trickster god got in on secret Santa (most likely he was threatened by his brother into participating). I glance over to see the brunette next to me blushing a deep crimson; in his hands is a parcel full of condoms of all different forms, a post-it-note on top saying 'better safe than sorry' in Tony's childish and swirly scrawl. The billionaire is across the room from us with a devilish grin illuminating his features, my gaze returns to Bruce to see tiny tears forming in his chocolate pools. He hesitantly looks up at me with a solemn and broken expression.
"I'm sorry, I'll never be able to give that to you . . . because . . . because of him." The Hulk. How could Tony be so cruel? He knows his friend's insecurities about this topic. I reach my hand out but before I can touch him, Bruce stands up and swiftly exits - shoulders bobbing slightly due to the silent sobs beginning to break through his facade.
"How could you?" I growl, making the playboy shrink back a tad as I run after my boyfriend.
"What did you do this time Tones?" I hear Rhodes sigh as the glass doors click shut behind me.

I pad across the balcony, we are currently at the top of Stark Tower, and spot Bruce leaning against the railings with his head hung low. I almost break out into a sprint and collide into his back with a warm embrace, squishing him into the metal bars.
"Ow." He mutters with a slight chuckle, I just further encircle his chest with my arms and pull him closer - my chin resting on his left shoulder.
"The city really is beautiful at this time of year." I whisper into his ear, sending chills down his spine. He rests his hands atop of mine and hums in agreement, sniffling. Freeing one hand, I wipe away the few stray tears and press my lips to his cheek - he's frozen. I will admit the frosty winter air is unforgiving, especially at night. We remain in a comfortable silence, just relishing in the others presence, watching the city as the perfect Christmas scene played out: our breaths pale against the numbing air as they tangle together before dispersing. Sheets of frost coat the city and make it sparkle in the moonlight, the speckles and spatters of golden light across the inky dark expanse glow and fade before glowing once more - they fluctuate in a breathtaking dance through the night. The streets are barren below, laughter from nearby parties and pubs echo and ricochet off the skyscrapers and form a cheerful chorus of voices. The large pine tree in the town centre stands proudly and projects its image of purity and Christmas faith to any who see - its array of multicoloured lights flickering and flashing, bouncing off the shiny baubles and the glittering star at the top. Bruce blinks thoughtfully as the frost patiently kisses his face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sit heavy on his eyelashes. He adores the snow, moreso when its falling. This is the side of him that no one ever sees, this is the side he only shows to me.

"I'm sorry." he repeats once more.
"Bruce," I almost whine, "you know I'm not in it for the sex," he flushes a deep red at just the mention of this word, how adorably innocent, "I love you and that's what matters. I'm here for the little things like when Tony deliberately tripped me as a joke and so you 'accidentally' poured your coffee over his head." He cracks a grin.
"Or the time Clint and Natasha got in a food fight and I ended up with chocolate pudding all over my face, so you smushed chocolate pudding all over your face to make me feel better." I snicker and blush at my past antics, although it isn't obvious due to the ruby tint already there from the night air. Speaking of that, I get a giant shiver down my spine, "Hey, we better get back inside, you'll freeze to death otherwise . . . and thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything." and with that he turned around in my arms to face me. Then, with a smirk similar to that of a Stark, he sweeps me up into a bridal-style grasp and carries me inside. Tony apologises, Bruce forgives him, and the night turns out to be one of the best Christmas parties ever.

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