Hulk Frowned. "Banner Angry. Banner Upset. Hulk Here To Protect Banner From Angry Lady. Why Hulk Let

Hulk frowned. "Banner angry. Banner upset. Hulk here to protect Banner from Angry Lady. Why Hulk let Angry Lady back in?" Hulk pressed his knuckles closer to the floor, letting his hands flatten out. He moved his hands so he could press his palms flat against the floor.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce frowned down at his phone. He hoped Andie wasn't sick... God, he felt helpless here, countries and seas and entire continents away from her, but there was nothing he could do right now. He tried to swallow back the nervousness in his throat as he dialed her number and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello, Andie?"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?

"Why the hell..." Bruce began, his grip on Andie's face tightening, just a bit. "Why the hell would you think that you would hurt me?" Bruce asked. "You might see me... differently, but that doesn't change what I am." Bruce laughed. "I'm so sorry. Andie, I love you, and I am so sorry about that. You deserve better than something like me."

Bruce hesitated, then leaned in, pressing his lips to hers very, very gingerly, trying to be as careful as he could with her. She felt breakable under his hands, against his lips, and he was terrified.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Give ♥ this ♥ to the ♥ twelve♥ nicest ♥ people ♥ you ♥ know ♥ if ♥ you ♥ get ♥ five ♥ back ♥ you ♥ must ♥ be ♥ perfect ♥

[[In a related story, the Mun has decided her gif fc for herself is Holland Roden. Because Holland Roden is perfect. The end.]]

"I'm glad you'll have that, then," Bruce replied, looking down at her, tracing numbers absently into her skin. "It'll be good for you. Good place to be. Good... Yeah, a good place. Tell the Professor I said hello. And don't... Don't miss me too much. I'll see you again soon, I promise. We just need... I don't know, time. More control. Something." Bruce stood from the bed.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce laughed, wrapping one arm around her and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Good morning," he replied, pulling her close. "It's crazy, you know? How beautiful you look in the morning." He shut his eyes and made a small humming noise into her hair.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"