Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Bruce Banner the Musical

    (This one-shot doesn't really go along with the actual plot of the song, so a few things in the song are switched around)

   If I could tell her - Dear Evan Hansen

     Unbeknownst too you, you and Bruce have been texting back and forth. He had 'set you up,' with one of his friends. He couldn't bare to see you happy with someone else. He loves you, he won't admit it and he definitely wasn't going to admit THIS whole thing. Not after how taken you seemed to be with his friend. Sure, he was taking it way too far, but he just couldn't help himself. Having you, but not truely having you.
     So here he sits in the lab, alone. Tony has taken the day off to spend time with Pepper. As he scribbles down lots and lots of notes on some personal experiments, you sneak in the door and sit down next to him. "Hey Bruce," you say, causing him to jump slightly.
     "Y-y/n hey," he replies and pushes his glasses up taking in your beautifully, comfortable form. You only wore a baggy shirt, sweats, and some socks. He admits, he thinks you look absolutely adorable in your hobo clothes.
    "I hate to bother you about this again, but can you tell me a bit more about him," you question, feeling your cheeks flush a light pink. He smiles nervously and nods.
    "Well, he thinks you're awesome," he mumbles and twiddles with the pencil. You look to him with furrowed eyebrows.
    "What? Me, awesome?" You scoff and shake your head, causing him to give you a slightly crazed look.
     "Defiantly," he says and sticks the eraser of the pencil to his lips.
     "How?" You deadpin and cross your arms. He clears his throat and glances from you to his work, then back to you.
    "Well, he said there's nothing like your smile. Sorta subtle and perfect and real," his face flushes a tad bit, thinking of how he feels about you and expressing it as his friends.  "He said, you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel." Your cheeks flush a dark red and you can't help, but to let out a childish laugh; lightly pushing on Bruce's shoulder. "And he knew, whenever you get bored you scribble stars on the cuffs on your jeans." He laughs softly, looking into your gleaming (e/c) eyes. "And he noticed that you still fill out those quizzes that they put in those teen magazines." Your eyebrows furrow wondering how his friend knows all of this. You smirk starting to get suspicious of Bruce as he doesn't even notice. "But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw, he left unsaid," he mumbles and twiddles with the pencil in his hands. "And though he wanted too, he couldn'd talk to you. He couldn't find the way, but he would always say: if I could tell her, tell her everything I see." He begins to smile, watching the light in your eyes. "If I could tell her how she's everything too me, but we're a million worlds apart." His small smile fades and he looks away to the room. "I don't know how I would even start," he mumbles to himself. You scoot closer to him and your smile widens. "If I could tell her. If I could tell." You watch as his eyes flutter anywhere in the room, but to you.
    "Did he say anything else?" You question, trying too get him too crack. You had your suspicions and you wanted-no- needed to know. His eyes monetarily find yours and he begins to studder.
     "A-about you?" He questions getting completely thrown off.
     "N-never mind, I don't really care anyways-"
     "Ah n-no no, no no. He just said so many things. I-i'm just trying to remember the best ones," Bruce rambles on and grabs your hands too calm you. Bith your cheeks flustered a light pink and he pulls away quickly. "He thought you looked really pretty- or" he coughs and shakes his head. "It looked pretty cool, when you out indigo streaks in your  hair," he says with a nervous smile. You perk up, knowing that his friend, wasn't around when you did that.
    "He did?" You question with an innocent smile.
    "He did," he says very, very quitely and he chuckles to cover it up. "And he wondered how you learned to dance like the rest of the world isn't there." You laugh softly and bat your eyes at the man, who looks at you with flustered cheeks. "But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw he left unsaid." He looks away from you again and grabs the papers from his desk and stalks across the room. "If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her, how she's everything to me." He sings and begins pinning the papers to the board and typing things into the computer.
    "But we're a million world apart," you join in, causing his head to snap up to you. A warm smile lay across your lips, as you watched him. His mouth goes dry and his heart pumps like a jumping jack rabbit in a cage.
     "And I don't know how I would even start," he sings softly watching your eyes twinkle with something. What is it? "If I could tell her. If I could tell her, but what do you do when theres this great divide," he shrugs trying to put it back in the perspective of his friend and not him.
     "He just seems so far away," you sing, hinting to him that you know his little friend is fake, but he takes it as if you're indecisive about a long distance relationship.
    "And what do you do when the distance is too wide?" He asks and walks back over to his desk.
     "(Insert correct lyrics)" you interject and smirk.
    "And how do you say that, I love you?" He sings feeling rather sheepish. "I love you," his eyes stare directly into yours. You smile widely biting at your lip. "I love you." A small smile tugs at his lips. "I love you!" His hand slowly lifts to grab yours, but a pain stabs at his heart, remembering the lie he told you. "But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start." His hand drops and he looks away from you quickly. A frown tugs at your smile and you rise a eyebrow at him. "If I could tell her. If I could," he mumbles and hangs his head, feeling stupid. You grab his arm and tug at it. He looks back to you.
     "I know," you say, causing his eyes to widen slowly.
    "What?"
    "Bruce."
    "I'm so sorry. I just liked you so much and I-" his nervous rambling was cut off by you pulling him to you and kissing his lips passionately. His eyes widen, before closing as you melt into each other. When you pull away, you grin up at him.
    "I like you too, dork."