❤️ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 ❤️

Don't Turn Green

What stood before Bruce could have nearly brought the big guy out. His heart pounded, his grip on Morgan loosed a little. His eyes watered as he looked at the bed. Was this some kind of Disney movie? A fairy tail? "This has to be a dream." He thought to himself, "this has to be a dream." Bruce forced into his mind. He looked at Sam with the exact facial expression Sam pictured on the man as soon as he saw what was there to see. In the bed, laid Natasha Romanoff. It was her. 100% her. Bruce noticed the heart monitor and his heart pounded even more. The sweet song of life sang through the monitor and traveled to his ears only for tears to run down both of his cheeks. Bruce could scream, he could cry. Every emotion he could ever feel flooded his mind. Bruce tired to keep his calm however, "we don't need the big now."
He knew that everything in this room was delicate, especially the beautiful red head that he never thought he would ever see again. Bruce gently hands Morgan to Sam and goes to the bed. He tearfully studies her almost lifeless body. "H-how is she here?" His voice shook. "S-she died..."

Sam nods, "that's what we all thought. She came out of that time travel machine. Wanda alerted us all right away. She was so fatigue and look like a zombie almost." He explains. "She passed out before we could ask her anything... We took her here and hooked her up to that heart monitor and other things. We had to patch up a few wounds as well. I hope it works..." Sam further explained. Bruce took a few seconds to process this. He just couldn't believe his eyes, or his ears. Just his surroundings in general he couldn't believe.

"This has to be a dream. I have to be dreaming..." Bruce mutters as he runs a hand through his curly black hair. "None of this is real, I'm dreaming again!" He shouts then looks at Sam.

Sam just shakes his head, "you're not dreaming dude... This is reality. I promise." He continues to hold Morgan gently in his arms as he watched Bruce. Bruce went over to Natasha, closer to Natasha. He took a deep breath as he moved a shaking hand towards one of her own. Bruce paused right when his fingers barely graced her cold, pale hand. He noticed a few scratches on her hand. Infact, her whole body was infected with wounds and cuts that will need to be stitched up in order to heal correctly.

Bruce took another deep breath and finally moved his hand to carefully take hers. His soft, warm fingers grasp her smaller hand as he studied her face quietly. He moved her hand so he can place a gentle kiss on the top of it. "You're okay." He mummers into the soft skin as he kisses once more. "You're safe. You're home." He himself couldn't believe his own words. The events of last night, still fresh in his mind, caused him to be paranoid that this is too good to be true. Sam decided the man deserved some time to himself. He took Morgan and left the medical bay to find the other team members. He wanted to left them know that Bruce was now here and he should be kept an eye on. Bruce didn't noticed he was gone yet however, not that it mattered. He didn't want to be bothered. Bruce just wanted some time just to think.

Eventually he couldn't look at her wounds anymore. He stepped away and went to fetch some medical supplies. He found a first aid kit with everything he would need to stitches up the cuts. He went back over to Natasha and decided to start with her arms first. Bruce opened the first aid box and looked through its contents. First, he clean the wounds with the antibiotic. Then he stitched up a few of the open cuts before wrapping them all up with the gauze which would hold the stitches in place better than any bandaid. Bruce treated these steps with the rest of her open wounds. Cleaning, stitching and wrapping over and over until everybody wound was treated on her body. During this, he occurred a bit of rage. Why couldn't the others do this? How hard would it have been to clean the wounds at least so they won't get infected? Bruce grumbles a little as he goes to put the supplies away in its correct places.

Bruce clenches his fist as he looks back at Natasha. His eyes turn a bright green as he continued to think about this. He heart pounded as his finger tips change this shade of color to the same green color in his eyes. Bruce clenches his chest then quickly rushed out of the room as he took a few deep breaths. He couldn't hold the big guy back any longer. He knew his best bet was to get out of this base and away from other people who could get hurt by him. Once he was out he let the pit of rage fly out of his chest. The big guy was almost there, he could feel him underneath his own skin.

Bruce let out a loud roar as he began to change into the familiar 'big guy'. His skin turned green as his body turn into over half his size. Bruce left out another roar, or now the hulk did. This alerted the team right away that there was danger. However, they don't fear danger. The team quickly go Morgan to a safe spot before gearing up for battle. Without any Hulkbuster or Lullaby, this would be harder than normal. It's has been a while since they encountered the Hulk, so this would be interesting. The Hulk looked around the big field in annoyance. Once he saw the base he grew curious, why was he back here? He and 'Puny Banner' left a long time ago. Then in the distance, he noticed the falcon flying out of the base. He was followed by Wanda and a few other team members such as Scott Lang, aka: Ant-Man. The Hulk roared in annoyance once again at the small team of super heroes.

"Hulk!" Sam shouts at him, "Hey buddy!" He attempted a calm approach with the guy.

Wanda looks at the Hulk quietly, thinking of a way to get him to calm down with the lease amount of damage. "You can't be out right now. It's too dangerous." She explains bluntly to him. The Hulk just snarls ay the two puny heroes. He wasn't scare of them at all. The Hulk roared once again and went to leap off before he was interrupted by a loud voice.

"WAIT!" Someone shouted in the distance. Everybody turns in shock at the sores of the voice. The Hulk even turned quickly to see what it was. There stood Natasha Romanoff. She stood slump, clearly sore. But she had a mission, it was like an instinct to calm down the big guy no matter what condition she was. She always had to try. Everybody stood in shock, she was the last person they expect on the battle field however. Natasha quietly walks up to the Hulk. She stopped halfway and hissed I'm pain as he held her side.

"Widow!" The Hulk shouted before dashing over to her. He gently picked her up, careful not to injure her any further.

Natasha looked up at him with a face full of pain. "Fuck..." she mutters in pain.

"You can't be out her Natasha." Sam walked over to the two. "You need to go back in side."

Natasha nods weakly then looks back at the Hulk. "But first... the suns getting real low." She moved a shaky hand out for the Hulk. The Hulk gently move a hand close to hers, allowing her to calm him down. Even though she was in some serious pain, she still had a calming aurora around her. The Hulk really missed this. Instead of being beating, he definitely preferred the calm approach. And just like how he remembered, the lullaby worked like a charm. Soon calm reclaimed his body as he shrunk back down into the Bruce Banner everybody loved. Bruce instinctively held onto Natasha, knowing he shouldn't left go of whoever was there. He eventually noticed it was Natasha and gasps. "Natasha?!" He looks at her with wide eyes.

Natasha looks up at him weakly, a small, weak smile. One that made Bruce's heart flutter, "Hey Bruce." She whispers to him before passing out. Bruce held onto her as he teared up again. He moved to kiss the top of her head, he just couldn't believe this... She was alive, and this has to be real.

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