IronWidow and Spiderson Vol. 2

I'm Dangerous 5+1

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5 Times Bruce proved he would never hurt Peter and the one time Hulk proved he was more than a green beast

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"So what do you say?" Natasha asked Bruce. They had approached him right after the Chitauri invasion and were asking if he wanted to reside in the tower with them.

Bruce wouldn't lie, the perks were great, a personal lab, his own floor only levels away from the penthouse, and Tony even planned on making him what he dubbed a "Hulk playroom," with indestructible toys and soundproof walls. Despite the obvious and alluring reasons to stay, safety, a warm place to stay, and people who actually would protect him, Bruce knew he couldn't.

"I can't." Bruce shook his head and glanced down at his hands. "I'm dangerous. Pete, you guys, New York, is safer with me gone."

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5.

Nobody in the tower had slept for almost two nights in a row. Steve looked like he, despite the serum, was going to collapse right on the table in exhaustion. Bucky had gone to bed already, Sam had escaped to the military base, saying "I'll get more sleep then I will here, see you later suckers!," Clint had gone back to the farm, claiming kids were easier to deal with than this, Thor and Loki had managed to sneak back to Asgard, and Natasha and Tony were sleeping standing up.

Why was everyone so tired? Simple, Peter was sick. He had a viral infection and he would not sleep. Various medicines had been prescribed by Helen Cho, but none of them would calm Peter down, let alone allow anybody to sleep. So everyone in the tower was moody, tired, and about ready to hire a nanny. Even Natasha looked like she was going to flip something over.

For the first day, Bruce had been down in the lab, making concoctions for Helen. So he hadn't been around for the shrieking, wailing, or frustration yeah, Peter wasn't the only one who had been crying. So the others counted him as lucky, and the moment he had come up, Peter had been placed into his arms.

"Tony, I'm no good with kids. Especially not sick ones." Bruce stammered. "I could Hulk out."

"Please Bruce?" Natasha begged, and flopped onto the couch. "Just an hour."

"Uh, okay."

It had been five hours, and nobody looked like they were waking up, let alone ready to take care of Peter, who had since calmed down and was just whining with ever present sniffles. The poor guy was tired, red eyed, and miserable.

"Hang on bud, I'm getting you some soup." Bruce held Peter expertly with one arm and poured soup into a bowl with his other arm. Peter was too tired to squirm, and just sniffled more in response.

Bruce got out a rubber spoon and sat Peter down in the high chair. "Cmon Pete, I need you to eat a little bit."

After careful prompting and Bruce feeding Peter by the spoonful, Peter had almost finished the entire bowl. Considering he hasn't eaten almost the entire day, this was a good sign. Just as he was about to feed him another spoonful, Peter started to vomit.

Once he had emptied out his stomach, he started to wail, and Steve came running in blurry eyed, fearing that Bruce would accidentally Hulk out on the poor boy. Instead, he witnessed Bruce slowly getting up, picking Peter, who was shirtless up, and washing him down with the kitchen sprayer.

"It's okay bud, look, you're all clean now."

Peter just put his fist in his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes. Steve backed away, seeing that Bruce had it under control much better than he had before.