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Who’s fault was it really?
Bruce’s for letting the situation escalate so much or yours for not doing anything sooner? Come to think of it, maybe it was a common share.
It was too quick, too difficult for someone to react on time. Plus, it wasn’t a soul that would ever suspect that something like this could even happen. After all, you were both Bruce’s and Hulk’s everything, their guiding light and grounding thought. Surely it was just an accident, everyone seemed to think so, except Hulk, and Banner.
Yet, there you are, hurt by your lover, the one who vowed never to hurt you. He felt disgusted with himself, how did he even do this and why?
It all happened because of him if he hadn’t been so violent if he had remained in control. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be looking at him with such fear, why did he do it?
You are lying there, right in front of him, hurt, with your backside and arm damaged from the fight, and a face of pure horror. Your eyes, which were once so bright and delightful, full of love and the stupidity that came with it, were now made of a fallen light, you couldn’t even recognise your lover anymore. Did Bruce really want this? Or maybe Hulk?
Hulk looked angry and emotionally dishevelled. How dare you put yourself in such a danger? How can you throw yourself in front of a blast that was designed especially to kill him? Did you not realize the possible outcome? If he didn’t react on time, you would have been dead. Why did you protect a monster, a misfit like himself? Hulk couldn’t comprehend why.
So, he did what he thought was right, he gently took you in his arms and carried you to safety, to the Avengers. After all, they’re the ones who see him as something else than a monster, beside you. The minute you even laid eyes on him, you saw the person in him, not the freak.
Once he reached the Avengers who were now gathered after the intense fight, he slowly put you down, to let the others see your state. And he even updated them on your situation, “They took a blast that was meant for me, make sure they’re okay.”
And then he left you, deciding to never speak to you again, for your good.
But, some decisions can change.
Only after a few weeks did he start to pry on your home again. He needed to see you. After all, you are one of the few things that can calm him down in a way nothing can’t. And he needs you, both Bruce and Hulk do. That’s why Bruce started talking directly to Hulk again.
“We need to see her,” Bruce began with a sad and commanding tone, “I am also afraid of what might happen, but… I can’t anymore and I know you can’t too.”
Hulk only grumps in response, not moving from his hiding place near your home.
“Listen to me, at least leave before we have our hopes up.” The scientist’s tone was now one of pure defeat. But before Hulk could move, your voice echoed from his right.
“Glad to see you again, Bruce- I mean Hulk.”