Brutasha One-Shots

Я люблю тебя

(Takes place at Clint's house during AOU)

I turn around and slam the door to the bathroom leaving Bruce. Couldn't he see that I simply wanted to be with him. As soon as I hear the door click I let my tears out.

I put my clothes on the counter while I look at myself pathetically crying over some guy. But it wasn't just some guy, it was Bruce. I felt a connection with him the day I met him.

I know Bruce can hear me crying but I don't give a damn. It hurt being rejected by him. I understood his reasonings but that didn't matter to me. I know he has feelings for me.

All my life I believed love was a weakness but with Bruce it felt different. I wanted him with me, to feel him close. I wanted more with him. We're both monsters in our own way, we can help each other.

But unlike me Bruce is kind and caring, deep down I know i'm dark and cold. The Red Room had that affect on me. He said he couldn't give me a life but just being with him would mean the world to me.

I look at myself in the mirror, my puffy eyes looking back at me. I wipe my tears away and untie my robe to get in the shower. The robe falls from my body revealing my naked figure.

I step into the shower turning on the cold water knowing Bruce used up all the hot water. The cold water makes contact with my skin sending shivers through my body. My fingers gently massage my scalp rubbing the shampoo and conditioner.

I soothingly wash my body making sure I get every inch. Why does Bruce think that? Without a warning my right fist connects with the tile wall making a loud thud.

I slowly pull back my hand, my knuckle all bloody. The water makes the blood run down the drain. This pain is nothing compared to what i'm feeling right now. I hear sudden movement and the door can be heard opened forcefully.

"Natasha are you okay!" Bruce shouts with worry.

"I'm fine!" I yell from the other side of the curtain.

"Hand me my towel," I ask him pulling my hand out of the curtain.

Bruce hands it to me and I wrap it around my body stepping out of the shower. Bruce's eyes look into my puffy ones, he slightly frowns at me. His eyes scan down my body stopping at my hand.

"What did you do?" Bruce asks me while stepping closer and gripping my hand examining my knuckle.

His touch creates a shock that I can't explain. I let him touch my hand for a couple of seconds savoring the feeling. Then I harshly pull my hand away letting reality take over.

"Why do you need to know?" I tell him coldly, my voice slightly cracking.

Bruce bows his head in sadness. He looks up at me, his brown eyes staring deep into mine. It's so quiet that drops of water are heard hitting the ground.

"I'm sorry Nat," he says.

"Sorry for what, you don't have to apologize for anything. I want to be with you, I don't care that we can't have kids. You're not a threat, just please. Please Bruce," I confess to him.

Bruce steps closer to me, so close I can feel his breathing. His hand cups one side of my face, I lean into his touch letting a few tears to come out. My lip is quivering, I don't know what else to say to him at this point.

"I'm scared i'll hurt you," Bruce says terrified.

"You won't hurt me," I reassure him.

"How do you know that," he responds back.

"Do you love me?" I blurt out without thinking.

Bruce stops caressing my face and pulls his hand away. There's my answer. I look at him one last time saving his features into my mind. I turn around to walk out when I silent yes is heard behind me.