You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower.
What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely.
You were supposed to be there now. For work. You lolled your head to the side to find the time on the clock across the room, it told you that you were officially two hours late for your job. Fury was going to kill you. You reached out an arm lazily to grab your cell phone and call in sick, finding that it was deader than a doornail before rolling off the couch and on to the floor.
It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced… in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he’d introduced himself as Agent Coulson.
You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn’t done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three years, happily running your little bakery without incident, managing to keep your ability to manipulate the mass of pretty much anything under wraps.
He had just smiled a secretive smile and said, “We know Miss (L/n). We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. I’m here because the planet needs your help.”
"Hey (Name)! Come join us!" Tony yelled, jumping off the mini stage in the center of his living room.
"What are you guy's doing?" you asked, confused.
"What does it look like? We're singing karaoke." Tony grinned. "Disney karaoke."
"Are you serious?" you asked, smirking at the mere mention of Disney.
"Yeah, and it's your turn." he said, handing you the microphone.
"Okay. You choose." you said as you took the mic.
Tony selected a tune you knew very well, Oogie Boogie's Song from The Nightmare before Christmas. The avengers all enjoyed your Oogie impression and the performance, clapping and complimenting you. Then you handed the mic off to Steve, also selecting his song, Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. His LeFou and Gaston impressions were pretty amazing.
The super soldier handed the mic off to Dr. Banner next. Steve picked I'll Make a Man out of You from Mulan. His performance got very funny once he did his impressions of Chien-po, Yao, Li
You wound your arms around his neck happily, your hands finding their way into his chocolate curls, and the kiss got a bit more heated. You could feel Bruce smirk slightly as he lifted you to sit on the lab table you’d been leaning against and you wrapped your legs around him to pull him in closer as your tongues battled for dominance.
Within minutes he had your shirt off so he could place kisses and love bites down your neck and collarbone. You were having trouble remembering how exactly that had happened, thinking, “Well that escalated quickly,” as you smirked before letting out a moan as he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot.
Coming back down to earth you realized that this was a particularly bad p
Bruce softly called your name several times before looking up from his work, to see you slumped over your keyboard. He shook his head, causing some of his soft graying chocolate locks to fall into his face, and glanced at the clock. 11 PM.
You both had been working for at least 8 hours now and he knew you had been there long before he came in. He leaned back for a moment and wondered how long it had been since you got a good nights sleep, knowing that you already hardly ever slept well and now there was the added pressure of the assignment Fury had given you a few days ago.
He turned his attention back to your sleeping form, quickly noting that you were paler than normal and your hair lacked its usual shine. He hated seeing you this way, without your usual vibrancy and signature soft-spoken confidence. He stood and made his way towards you carefully and quietly.
You were a light sleeper but he hoped that your exhaustion would
"Bye Bruce." she said as she walked out the door and out of his life. He loved her so much but she couldn't love one part of him and be disgusted by the other. Pissed off, he lost control. Destroying any and all in his path.
"Hey Bruce! Where are you going?!" you shouted as you ran up to him in the hall. He was probably heading for the lab as usual.
"The lab. I have something I need to do." he smiled weakly.
"Need any help?" you asked, hopeful.
"No, but thank you for offering." he said before he started walking towards the elevators.
Always so formal, you thought to yourself. Why can't he just act normal like he does with everyone else? Why does he always look at you with hurting eyes? You worried for the man you barely talked to. You wanted him to open up to you, but your conversations never lasted longer than a few minutes. Bruce would always find an excuse to run away. If only he knew you were hurting inside too.