Big Green, Little One >> Bruce Banner (The Hulk) X Reader

                                    

                                          
Title: Big Green, Little One
                          
Paring: Bruce Banner (The Hulk) X Reader
                          
Warnings: none, unless you're afraid of Hulk. And if you are, then watch out, Hulk is here. 
                          
Spoilers: none! All good. 
                          
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There's one thing about unpredictable situations. 
                          
You can be sitting down, like you were five minutes previously, calmly enjoying a hot beverage, reading Saturday's newspaper or scrolling down a newsfeed, listening to the sounds of the apartment in Stark Tower and city surrounds, and the next - being thrust toward the emergency safety room because something had snapped in him. 
                          
He had been sitting right beside you, head messy from the bed, eyes bleary with sleep and that shy smile of his that always grew when he was around you. You'd made coffee this morning: that was what set him off. Two months without an incident; no wars, no need for the Other Guy. And then, Bruce burnt his tongue and dropped, the cup over his front, the china on his foot. 
                          
Tony had been so prompt to appear, you almost wondered if he had a medi-alert for Bruce's episodes. Now, in the suit, he stood in front of you as if to protect you from seeing the transformation of man into monster.
                          
Not all monsters can hurt others. 
                          
But Hulk could. 
                          
"______, if you could, step away, we can handle this situation easier," his voice hummed through the suit. 
                          
You felt so sad. 
                          
If only you hadn't made the coffee. 
                          
Now Bruce would take at least a day to return to his small form, his head of curls, and a week before he let himself near you. Maybe a month until he returned to the sweet disposition he had been in. Now the morning had been soured by your choices. Damn coffee. Now your phone could get broken in the melee. Maybe even his trust in you. 
                          
"Bruce," you whispered, reaching to him as the green spread from his hands to his face, growling, growing taller, larger, angrier.  
                          
As much as you wanted to deny that this creature before you was not the man you loved, you couldn't. In choosing him, in loving him, you loved all of Bruce Banner, all of Hulk - why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't everyone else?
                          
A pair of hands stopped you from rushing in to his green side. They grabbed your wrist gently, resting another hand on your shoulder. "_______, I don't want to remove you with force," the voice of Clint Barton reasoned. 
                          
You nodded softly, feeling tears prick in your eyes.
                          
Your fault. Your fault. Not his. Yours. 
                          
"But I have to," you whisper. 
                          
"Time to go," Hawkeye reasons. 
                          
You walk slowly, carefully retreating with Clint, making it to the custom elevator that went straight to the street for times like these. An emergency route. A get away plan. To get away from your Bruce. But just as you turned to see him, one more time, you froze. 
                          
There's one thing about unpredictable situations. 
                          
You can be standing in a room of Avengers, one of which being your big green boyfriend who becomes an indestructible monster when angered, about to leave for your own safety.