what it meant to feel healthy was an aspect of the past for the doctor. counting the deep purple markings on his tanned flesh, the ramming into his skull from would be freight train migraines, the body aches, it all seemed simply routinized now. not because of his nearing over the hill age, no, but from daily occurrences where his roommate of sorts wanted to make his presence known. more times than not, the other guy, he was needed.UNFORTUNATELY according to bruce. but on his own, the doctor was merely a science guy and that only gets you so far in a world where men can fly and bullets are deemed the least of people’s worries.
gingerly, as best as banner could, he situates himself into the porcelain confines of the tub. relaxing wasn’t always something on the bruce’s agenda but he sure could use a moment to himself and ONLY himself. fair warning, big guy. grimacing, lips contort in a downward stance as he braces his easing into the warm water. feeling as though someone is watching, he pauses but only for a moment. it’s probably barton’s secret wife situating the mess that the avengers had made. someone is always cleaning up their messes seemingly. he thinks nothing of it. the door is mildly perched open, there’s no harm in that. and if clint or the housewife enter, it’s their house after all. bruce isn’t shy….or so he thinks. just because he ends up partially clothed after destroying enemies doesn’t mean that all his insecurities have diminished.
curls rest against the back of the tub as his beaten body slinks into the depths of liquid. all is right in the world.FOR NOW. instantly, he’s almost drifted away to a comatose state until the slightest squeak from the wooden door alerts him. he’s not alone. ‘ someone’s in here ! ’ voice is heightened in tone; a shake laced with his words. so much for being confident, bruce. inwardly, hulk is flicking popcorn into his mouth and watching this unfold like his favorite film. his eyes, they watch intently just as the jolly green giant’s are while the intruder, soft and sleek de-robes herself.
‘ i — uh , ’ picking his weight back up, although all he wanted to do right now is drown himself in the clear faucet water. he’s sitting upward, chest hair sopping wet, dragging down his pectorals, on full display. there’s no denying that’s natasha romanoff. he’s trying not to blatantly stare but she’s, she’s — WHACK. almost as if a knock of courage came his way. leave it up to the big fella to help bruce in his time of undoubted need. the word you want to use, idiot, is BEAUTIFUL. she’s radiately beautiful in more precise words. ‘ yea — come in. ’ it’s now or never. need he remind himself that they did kiss.IN HIS DREAMS. why run from something you want, bruce ? you want this, she wants this, there’s no harm in exploring. there is, however, when you’re rooming with a jealous skyscraper of a beast inside of you.
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