Interracial Avengers Preferences and Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

Bruce Banner| Helping Hand

Requested by: califormula_xo

It was supposed to be a normal day. No one was murdered, the AvengersTM didn't need to go save people. It was a good day. Until it wasn't.

There was a momentary stillness in the air that didn't feel right. It made you more alert, in a sense. But just as soon as it started, it stopped. Your intuition told you something was wrong, so you walked to Tony's Lab to tell him about it.

When you walked in, Tony was in the corner, fear coating his eyes, and Bruce was gripping the metal counter and the metal bent slightly.

"Bruce?"

"Get out of here." He said. His voice was slightly disorted. You saw the green creeping through his veins. You could see the visible fight he was going through, trying to stop it from happening. His arm began to turn green. You acted quickly, and pressed the 'hulk' button in the Lab. The red sirens blared, and the came out full force.

He roared and destroy almost everything in the lab. You barley even flinched as he roared in your face. He busted the doors and stomped out of the facility. You followed close behind, with your gun in hand, just in case things got too serious. You stealthily walked behind him.

He tore things in his way, and roared at everyone he saw. Eventually, he got board of the facility and jumped through the roof, and proceeded to destroy things along the city. You went to report back to Fury.

"Go home, Agent Y/L/N. We will let you know if we receive more intel about Bruce. That's all for now." He says, walking back to his desk. You nod once and proceed to go home.

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It was about 2AM in the morning. A knock at you door interrupted your sleeping. You groaned before fixing your scarf and throwing on a long T-Shirt to cover your underwear. The rapid knocking got louder and louder.

You pulled open the door to reveal a half naked and scarred Bruce. Your hand flies to your mouth, and you use the other to pull him inside. He limps over to the kitchen counter and slumps down in a chair.

He pants heavily.

You huffily get your first aid jet and rush back to the kitchen.

You were applying ointment to his bleeding knuckles when he broke the silence.

"It was bad this time, wasn't it?" He asked slowly.

You didn't dare look him in the eye when you gave your answer. "Yes."

He lowers his head. "I'm tired, Y/N. I'm tired of getting angry and becoming a monster. The worst part is, there's not way to get rid of him." He spoke sadly.

"You're not a monster, Bruce. With everyone's help, I'm sure we can find a solut-"

"Don't you get it?" He cut you off. "Don't you get that they probably all hate me? There is no 'fix' believe me. I've tried everything. I am a monster, so stop blatantly lying to my face, Y/N." He spoke bitterly.

I finish wrapping his hand. "I'm not lying, Bruce. Just because you did bad things doesn't make you a monster. Everyone alive has did one bad thing. You're no exception." You speak, now applying bandages to his bicep.

He scoffs. "I've murdered people. Don't you think that makes me a pretty bad person?" He pauses. "You don't know what it's like! Blacking out, and waking up to hear that you've killed over 30 people." He spoke quickly.

You stop what you're doing and stand up straighter. "What? You think I don't know what it's like? You have it easy, at least you black out. I was in control and knew what I was doing. Me and Natasha both. We were trained to be killing machines." You spoke harshly."But, we found a better way, and you can too." You said the last part almost inaudible.

His eyes softened.

"Look, we will find a cure. Or at least a way you can put him off unless you want him to come out." You broke the silence.

He nods, slowly again. He looks as if he's planning his words carefully. "Can I tell you something?" He asks.

You finish up his arm and move on to patch up his eyebrow. "Yes, but show very little facial expression." You say focusing on his eyebrow.

"I like you..a lot. You're always very patient with me. You never turn your back on me, no matter how much I mess up. And that's more valuable to me than you know." He spoke.

He froze gently when you didn't speak for a while, processing his words.

"I like you too, Bruce. Even after I told you my story, you never judged me. And for that, I thank you." You spoke finishing up the stitches.

You sit on the chair in front of him.

The both of you lean in and share a sweet kiss.

Literal sparks fly.