Avengers imagines

Hunky Hulk

In which you're the only reason Bruce doesn't turn

It was an off day for the Avengers and everyone in the compound was either catching up on sleep or just relaxing. I was in the kitchen, fixing me and my boyfriend, Bruce some popcorn to watch a movie in the living room.

It was quiet, besides the sound of the popcorn popping until I heard something break in the living room. I completely disregarded the popcorn and ran to make sure that Bruce wasn't hulking out.

"You could've done something, but you didn't!" Clint slurred to Bruce. He was clearly drunk and was yelling at Bruce about something. I looked down and saw shattered glass all over the floor.

"I tried, Clint!" Bruce exclaimed without actually raising his voice. He knew that if he were to raise his voice, he'd hulk out.

"You son of a bitch!" Clint yelled. "Turn! Turn into that big ugly monster so I can kill him for good!"

"Clint, stop!" I yelled before Bruce could say anything. I carefully walked over the shattered glass and in front of Clint.

"He could've done something, Y/n!" He yelled. "He could've brought her back! He didn't bring her back!"

I instantly knew he was talking about Natasha. The events of the time heist replayed in my mind and my heart sunk when I thought about Natasha's lost life.

"There was nothing he could've done, Clint." I told him.

"He had the damn glove!" He yelled. "He had it!"

"I tried." Bruce said from behind me.

"And you!" Clint pointed to me and came closer. "You knew her and Bruce had something going on and you decided to date him after she died?! You must've wanted her to die so you could have her boyfriend, you slut!"

"That's enough of that!" Bruce yelled and got in front of me, pushing Clint back.

"Bruce, no!" I yelled. "Go to our room. Calm down."

"No!" I saw his veins turn bright green and knew he was on the brink of transforming. "He can't speak to you like that!"

I pulled Bruce's arm and ran back to our room, not even caring about Clint and his drunkenness. In order for the both of us to not die and the compound to not be destroyed in the process, Bruce had to calm down.

When we were in the safety of our room, I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him down to me. He rested his forehead on mine as he practiced the breathing technique I taught him to calm down. When I felt his hands on my waist, I knew he was calming down.

"Y/n," his voice cracked when he spoke.

"No don't speak, baby," I told him. "Just breathe."

I opened my eyes and saw tears coming out of his closed eyes. I wrapped my arms around his torso and let him hug my shoulders.

"I tried to save her, Y/n," he cried. "I tried."

"I know you did, Bruce." I backed away just enough to have space to kiss his lips lightly.

"But even if she'd lived, Y/n, it still would've been you. I- I still would've fallen in love with you."

I smiled at his sweet words. "I know, babe."

~

After a few minutes of Bruce, getting his emotions out, we laid in bed and he opened up to me about the guilt he felt for Natasha still being dead. I had no idea that this was something he was still dealing with. I honestly felt closer to him now that I got to see this open and vulnerable side of him.

We laid in bed for hours and let our conversation drift from one thing to the next. I'd forgotten just how special it was to sit there and just talk with Bruce. It reminded me of why I fell in love with him in the first place. Our conversation was always something we had.

We were in a laughing fit when we heard a knock on the door. Bruce kissed my nose lightly and went to open the door. Clint was there with a look of sorrow on his face. I immediately sat up, ready to fight him off if he was back with his bullshit from earlier.

"I'm sorry," he said with his head hanging down. "I didn't mean what I said to you."

"I think you did." I said from the bed. I stood from it and joined Bruce at the door, glaring at Clint the entire time.

"I didn't," he shook his head. "I know you did what you could, Bruce. And Y/n you're not a slut. It's just been hard dealing with Nat's death."

"It's been hard for all of us!" I yelled at him. "That doesn't mean you get to get drunk and insult our relationship!"

"I know, Y/n," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Just give us some time to accept that." Bruce spoke for us and closed the door lightly.

"Asshole." I shook my head, angry at him for what he did.

"Don't turn into a she-hulk." Bruce joked.

"Oh now you have jokes?" I asked.

He pushed me back onto the bed and laid kisses on my face.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you more." I told him, laying my hand on his cheek.

"We gotta forgive Clint, Y/n." He said. "He didn't mean what he said."

"You can forgive him," I pointed to his chest. "I choose to hold a grudge."

He chuckled. "We're forgiving him, babe."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

"That's my girl." He laid another peck to my lips.

He's lucky I love him.