𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

≫ CHRISTMAS BREAK ≪

warnings: the reader celebrates christmas in this one, just letting u know :)

author's note: this one is pretty plain! but, i was trying to write their feelings for one another in a way that shows that their relationship as friends is a close and simple one, and they show their appreciation through small gestures and words. i wanted them not to have an extravagant confession, but rather they experience a relatively calm and happy event through which they progress from friends to lovers <3 tHAT WAS REALLY LONG SORRY LMAO

word count: 1,191

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"Bru?" You yelled into the hallway from your door. Across the hall, a head popped out from behind a door.

"Yeah?"

"C'mere!" you said, disappearing from Bruce's sight line back into your room. You moved a few things around in your suitcase, before nodding in approval.

Bruce politely knocked on your door, and you took his hand, pulling him into the room.

"What'd you need me for?" he asked.

You excitedly rubbed your hands together. "Okay, so! I've just finished packing for my Christmas break at my parent's house. I wanted your final approval just to make sure I packed everything I'll need!"

Bruce nodded, giving a small smile for your enthusiasm.

"I've packed all the basics, plus gifts for both of them, as well as my sister."

"I didn't know you had a sister," Bruce said. He watched as your eyes immediately lit up.

"Really? I mean, I don't talk about her a lot. Assassins should definitely not talk about their family— that's totally a rule of thumb. But, she's the greatest! She's older than me and married to this wonderful woman named Emma and she—"

"Whoa, Y/N," Bruce said, lightly placing a hand on your shoulder. He noticed your didn't take a breath between your words. "Slow down a little,"

You blushed with a cheeky grin, wishing you weren't someone who got excited so easily. "Sorry!"

"No, it's okay," Bruce said with a smile. He was amazed that you— someone who knew how to, and could kill so mercilessly when necessary— was so sweet and caring.

But perhaps having a kind heart was your coping mechanism as an assassin. Knowing that even though you had killed people before— you evened that out through all of the good deeds over the years. It was interesting for Bruce, as a scientist, to watch your life unfold in front of your beautiful eyes.

Bruce chalked it up to natural curiosity. It wasn't like he felt anything more than platonic towards you. He didn't think he could bear a commitment like that, for fear of hurting you.

"Your sister sounds wonderful." He said finally. "Besides, you're cute when you talk about things you're passionate with."

It was true. Whenever you got excited about any subject, Bruce couldn't help but smile. You were always truly well-informed, yet passionate. It was stunning to watch. The way your eyes lit up, the way a smile pulled at your lips. You were unparalleled to him.

Refocusing on packing, you knelt down in front of the open suitcase on the floor, pulling Bruce down with you.

After a few minutes had passed, Bruce stood back up. He had finished looking through what you had packed and verifying that the essentials were there.

"Great!" You said happily, closing the suitcase, and placing it upright.

Just then, Natasha knocked on your door frame.