Bruce Banner x ReaderOne ShotMore Like This
Reader x Bruce Banner
"(Y/n), your starving yourself." You heard Bruce's overly concerned voice say.
"I'm fine. This needs to get done." You mumbled out, waving away the food away. Bruce pressed his hand against your rib cage gently.
"I can feel your ribs through your shirt, (y/n)." He said.
"Go asked Tony." You mumbled, not fully comprehending what he said. You felt his hand on your back.
"You haven't slept in days, (y/n)!" You looked at him.
"I would be lying if I said that the future of the human race did not depend on this getting done." You turned back to your computer screen.
"The deadline is weeks away, and you can take a break." He said, and you stood, stretched, then sat back down.
"There, I took a break." You said.
"I'm just going to eat all of this chicken and rice on my own." Said Bruce.
"If I eat something will you stop interrupting me?" You asked, and Bruce nodded. You shoved a forkful of rice in your mout