It was a beautiful day out on the campus of the California Institute of Technology and Bruce Banner couldn’t help but enjoy it, escaping from the lab for a bit to relish the warming rays of the sun and the light breeze. He was strolling in between the buildings when he spotted you.
You were struggling to keep hold of all your things, two sizable canvases under one arm, a clear tool box that seemed to be filled with art supplies filling its hand, a messenger bag with a mess of papers sticking out of it slung over the opposite shoulder, and, in your other hand, a carefully balanced tray of beakers and vials.
He tilted his head and gave a little grin at the sight before noticing a little too late that the lace of your neon green converse was untied. There was nothing he could do to save the breakers as the tray went crashing to the ground but he did manage to keep you from a what would have been a rather painful face plant, grasping your upper arm firmly.
You wobbled before regaining your balance, looking at the shattered remains of your testing supplies, “Crap.”
You sighed, “Well that could have been much worse,” before looking up at him with a grin, “Thanks for rescuing me.”
“No problem.” He mumbled, taking in your appearance now that he was up close.
Your (h/c) locks were pulled away from your face in a tousled bun that was just barely staying put, your (e/c) eye were sparkling with what he could only describe as mischief with a dash of innocence as odd as that seemed, and your dimpled smile could likely power the entire west coast.
You stuck out a paint covered hand in his direction and, snapping out of his thoughts about you, he took it, surprised at your gentle but firm grip, as you offered, “I’m (F/n) (L/n). May I ask your name so that I can thank you properly for saving me from an untimely meeting with the floor?”
He gave you a shy grin as he supplied, “Banner. Bruce Banner.”
You gave him the brightest smile, “Well then Bruce, thank you. It’s truly been a pleasure to meet you.”
If that memory had been a picture it would have been worn and faded from the number of times he had revisited it, meeting you for the first time. He’d known immediately that he was hooked, that there wasn’t going to be any way to forget you and he hadn’t wanted to.
In the following days he’d quickly found out that you were studying for your Doctorate in Biochemistry as well as a Masters in Fine Arts and that, like him, most considered you a genius in your field.
You’d sought each other out like magnets, unable to stay apart. Starting out first as friends and then as so much more. You were his saving grace, everything that had happened to him up until then didn’t matter when he was with you.
Bruce was torn from his memories as the agent in front of him ushered him towards his destination. He went through a large set of double doors that slid open to allow him access and he spied the man he knew to be Fury across the room.
Before either of them could speak or the doors could even close, he heard a familiar voice ring out from down the hall, “Fury! If you don’t reign in your Iron Dog, I will drop him out an air lock with no suit.”
You came into view, tugging an unhappy looking Anthony Stark along by his ear, and Bruce’s jaw dropped.
Sweeping into the room without looking around, you leveled Fury with an unamused glare, “ Oi Patchy the Pirate, Listen here. I can handle cheeky and arrogant, but I do not tolerate blatantly annoying. If he can’t behave like a reasonable human being he is not allowed in my lab. End of story.”
Tony was pouting as Fury glared at him, the man knew that you generally enjoyed Stark’s company so he must have done something particularly bad for you to end up so riled.
Just as Fury was about to set into him, Bruce regained the use of his voice, having been entirely shocked at seeing you again after all these years, “(F/n)?”
You quickly spun, knowing that voice the moment it hit your ears, “Bruce?”
You gave a wide grin, just the same as the day he first met you, and threw your arms around him in a hug. He couldn’t help but return it heartily as you gushed, “It’s so good to see you. It’s been far too long. I can’t believe you’re here of all places.”
You tensed, pulling away to look at him as you had a sudden realization, “You’re here of all places.”
Your brows were furrowed as you spun to face Fury again, “He’s here. You promised me you wouldn’t bring him into this.”
Fury looked to be formulating an answer to this when you punched him in the face hard enough for him to tumble backwards into a table, surprising all of them. A light wind whipped up around you as you leaned over him, to seethe, “It was the only thing I ever asked for. You promised me you wouldn’t go after Banner.”
Fury leveled you with an intense glare, “I think it would be best if you calmed down Agent (L/n). He’s here now and you will just have to deal with it.”
You clenched your jaw, glaring down at him, before taking a few deep breaths and the wind died down.
Flashing Bruce a quick apologetic look, you shoved a finger in the now standing Fury’s face, “You are not forgiven, so keep the hell out of my sight. Send Coulson if it’s important.”
You pointed to Tony, “And you. You are not allowed in my lab until you have decided to act like a sane adult that doesn’t have a death wish.”
With that you spun and left, leaving all three of them to look after you with slightly bewildered looks on their faces.