"(Y/N), are you sure getting a pet is the best idea?" Bruce asked.

"Why not?" You asked.

"What if..." He paused. "The other guy comes out and he hurts it. I would feel horrible." He said.

"Bruce, you aren't mindless. You have control when you are in that state." You said softly, touching his arm gently. 

"I'm sorry. I don't feel comfortable getting a pet." He said, sadness filling his eyes.

"No. No. No sadness, it's ok." You reassured, hugging him tight. 

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

You looked into his tearing eyes and almost cried yourself. A single tear rolled down his face. He hated seeing you upset and the other guy made living together difficult. You wiped away his tear, you didn't care. You loved him and made sure to keep him safe.

"You want some sherbert?" You asked.

"With blueberries on top?" He asked sweetly.

"Ok." You smiled, lightly kissing his lips.

***

The storm got worse as time went by. You wondered if Loki had pissed off Thor as thunder roared from outside your apartment. You wondered about Bruce, if he was ok. He stayed in the lab for a few hours after you left. You both worked together which made it harder for the other guy to come out. It was easy for you to calm him down. 

"Where is he?" You asked out loud. 

The sound of the door opening and closing caught your attention. You began to greet your loving husband then noticed he wasn't wearing his coat or had an umbrella. 

"You are going to get sick!" You yelled, hands on your hips.

"I loved you darling but I need my medical bag now!" He said with a raised voice.

He seemed to carry something that was covered by his coat. You followed him while grabbing his bag. You found him in the bathroom running warm water. You gasped as he pulled back the coat to reveal a small, skinny, scared puppy. 

"I found him in the alley. No collar or detectable microchip. He seems to have not eaten in a while." He explained as he carefully scooped handfuls of warm water over the puppy's small frame. 

The puppy began to whine loudly and Bruce grabbed a towel. Wrapping it in the towel, he held the small Labrador close to him and soothingly said, "It's okay. You're safe. You're okay."

You looked at the sight almost crying. You remembered all his panic attacks and episodes and how you would do the same thing. Wrap him in something warm and hold him close and talk to him gently. 

"You're okay." Bruce said softly to the puppy.