Twins (Banner)

"Bruce I need help- CRAP!" The beaker exploded right as you ducked down and under the table. You could hear the slap of the strange good that had started to form hit the ceiling, walls, tables, everything around you.

Carefully you scooted out from under the table to survey the damage, only to find your twin brother standing in the doorway. "What..." he started to say, but trailed off mid sentence as he looked around the room. He took in the goopy mess on almost every visible surface, before finally finding you hiding under the table.

"Oh my gosh (Y/n) are you okay?" he asked as he hurried over to you. He helped you off of the floor and made sure you weren't hurt. You brushed off your lab coat and fixed the black frames that rested on your nose. The room was a huge mess, and Greg would probably kill you if he found out. After all, you were using his lab to work on whatever you were trying to do.

It seems Bruce read your mind and he voiced your concern. "Greg better not find out about this or he'll kick you out. Or possibly kill you. Whichever he feels," Bruce said. You both started to laugh. Bruce recovered first. "Alright, lets start the clean-up."

The two of worked on the room for what seemed like days before it was spotless. You looked at the clock to see that you wasted the better part of the day cleaning. At least Greg wouldn't kill you. "That's it," you said as you walked towards a sink to wash your hands. Bruce got up off the floor and followed you to the sinks. "What should we do now?"

"I shouldn't be surprised that you'd want to go out or do something," Bruce stated with a sigh. You moved from the sink and gave him a turn to wash his hands. "How about we just lay around and do nothing? I don't feel like going out."

You should've known this was coming. Since Bruce had turned into "the other guy" and had his whole incident with Harlem, he's been a home-body. The lab you were both in was connected to the rooms you were staying in, which also happened to have Greg as your landlord. Bruce has just been terrified to go and get out. You would leave to buy things and maybe meet up with a friend, but he just stayed home. It made you feel upset.

"Bruce, you're fine. Nothing will happen because I will be with you the entire time. I won't leave your side as we go and shop and stuff! It'll be so much fun," you whined, trying to convince him to go.

He sighed and tilted his head to the ceiling and muttered something, then looked back at you. "(Y/n), I will go with you. Just...don't leave my side please," he said. You nodded excitedly and the two of you left the lab.

~~

You had been shopping with Bruce for the past hour, and he actually seemed to be enjoying it. He even found a couple stores he liked. You kept to your promise and stuck next to his side, only separating when either of you were trying on clothes.

"Bruce look!" you said excitedly as you jumped up and down and pointed to a sign. "It's (f/s/n)! Can we please go!" Bruce nodded, cause you weren't really even asking, just stating that you wanted to go. You dragged Bruce in with you and noticed how crowded it was. This was unusual, as the stores are normally...not like this.

"(Y/n), let's come back to this store a different day. There are too many people," Bruce urged and he tried to pull you back out the door. You resisted and saw a banner on a wall that said '50% OFF EVERYTHING' in big, bold letters. That made your eyes widen, and you pulled Bruce with you into the crowd of people. It wouldn't be until later that you'd regret it.

The crowd of people was hard to get through, but you managed to get to the section of the store you really wanted to go to. When you got to it, you looked back, expecting to see a tired Bruce hanging onto you, but he wasn't there. Color left your face as you whipped your head around to find him. He wasn't there.

"Bruce?!" you called out, forgetting about the sale, the store, everything but your brother. "Bruce!" you yelled louder. The people were making so much noise it was hard for you to say anything without it getting drowned out. So you just sifted through the crowd, searching for your twin brother.

It wasn't until you got the the opposite side of the store, with no Bruce, that you started to panic. "Shit, I promised him. I promised him I wouldn't do this!" Your hands went to your head as tears streamed down your face. Fingers buried themselves in your hair and you were tempted to pull it all out. Like that would help at all.

"Bruce!" you tried one more time. But no luck. "Where are you?" you whispered to yourself. Your question was quickly answered. In the center of the crowd, people started to scream and back away, and a person even started running out of the store. Other followed, and you figured out why.

A tall, green figure stood where the people had started backing away, and you knew you fucked up. The Hulk looked around at the people and let out a roar. Everyone in the rooms screamed and ran for their lives, trampling those who would fall over, storming out the door. A man even jumped out a window. Wait no...he was thrown out the window.

The Hulk was tossing people away from him and your eyes widened with terror. "No no no no no no no shit this is bad," you mumbled as your ran against the crowd, hurrying towards your brother. You got to him and he looked down at you. For a split second he looked happy to see you, but then anger masked it and he growled at you.

"Bruce, calm down. These people are innocent," you said in a normal voice, avoiding the need to yell. That would make it worse. You lifted your hands up and in front of you to show you weren't going to hurt him, and made small steps towards him. He looked like he was going to kill you, but when you got to him and gave his leg a hug (you couldn't reach anything else) he softened. He looked around and saw the scared people, the broken things, and he felt guilt eating him up. He pushed you off his leg and broke through the front of the store, and left the mall.

~~

You got home as fast as you could and found Bruce curled up on the small couch in your shared apartment. You walked to him, but when he saw you he shook his head. "Stop." Your feet stopped, but you wanted to keep going, to hug him and apologize to him until you died. This was all your fault.

"Bruce I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking I should've listened to you and left the store. I wasn't thinking I was just in a shopping mindset I am so sorry," you rambled. Now you had sank to the floor and sat on your legs. Bruce wasn't even looking at you.

He shook as he spoke. "You promised-d me, (Y/n). And y-you broke that." Tears rolled back down your face as he spoke. "I trusted you, a-and you do this? I don't think I can trust you anymore..." he trialed off and you shot up from the floor.

"Bruce, I'm sorry! Please you can trust me, I'll do whatever you want! Anything!"

A pause, and a dreadful silence hung like a wool blanket over you two. Then, "Leave." Both you and Bruce looked shocked that he had just said that, and everything in you felt as if it had stopped working.

"L-leave?" you stumbled out, disbelief in your eyes. He nodded, not even bothering to look at you. It felt like everything just broke at that point. Bruce was the last piece of family you had, an now he wanted to sever that too. It's not like you could blame, no. The worst part of it all was that you completely deserved it.

Swallowing hard, you turned around and went to your room, packed up all your things, and left the apartment without another word.

~4 Years Later~

It had been two years since you last saw your brother. Well, technically four since he was the Hulk last time. You had been working in a cafe when aliens attacked and nearly killed you. Luckily Br- The Hulk came in and smashed the aliens to pieces. He saw you, but most likely didn't recognize you. You had died your (h/c) hair to turquoise and cut it shorter. It was a way for you to start a new life without thinking of your brother. And just when you thought you had, he came back into your mind.

You hair was longer now, but you kept dying it. Bruce probably wouldn't recognize you if he walked right into you. The both of you changed, and he definitely changed for the better. Inside you remained a mess with trust issues and some anxiety, but you kept up a good facade. He was probably doing fine without you as well.

You left your job and started to walk home. You lived in a small apartment close by, and walking was just financially easier. The sun was starting to be hidden behind the tall buildings of the city, but managed to peak through a few gaps. Taxis and other cars sat in the road, traffic being the only word on people's minds. The light was red on one side, so you were able to just cross the street. As you did so, loud noises filled your ears and you turned to find the source. You found a car barreling towards you with weapons of mass destruction sticking out the window.

Cartoonishly, your eyes widened. "Shit," you said, before the car slammed into you. It knocked you up into the air, and you flew over the car. The flight was a strange sensation. The landing, well, that was very painful. You groaned as you tried to sit up, feeling a searing pain in your left leg, which was now most likely broken.

You looked over to see where the man had gone, only to see one had jumped out of the car and was waltzing towards you. He was carrying what looked like some sort of alien gun. On instinct you stood up to run, but were unable to get very far because of your injured leg. "Let's finish the job, shall we?" the man said, a thick Queens accent spilling out. Your eyes found his then flickered down to the gun in his hand. It was pointing at your chest now.

The impact of the gun hurt a lot, which you expected, but it was weird. The blast was closely related to something like Iron Man's repulser beam, rather than a bullet like you thought. The force of it knocked you down and left a burning sensation flood your torso. A scream was ripped from your throat and you landed hard on the concrete, banging you head, and blacking out.

~~

They had no idea why, but the Avengers were being called out to this area of New York City that was pretty close by. Everyone suited up, expecting the worse, and headed out in a jet. Bruce was there to be medical help if needed. As the group drew closer, they started to understand why they had been called.

Down below, at least five men with big guns were going around, shooting off these strange neon purple blasts at people and things. One man had gotten out of the car, bringing the count to six, and ended up firing at a person with what looked to be turquoise hair?

"Alright, Stark you need to go ahead and get out there to start neutralizing the threat. Thor, you follow. The rest of us excluding Banner will land the jet and be there soon. Something tells me this isn't going to end well..." Steve said, trailing off at the end. It wasn't like he had to continue; the rest of the team knew what he was implying.

Tony Stark and Thor jumped out of the jet as soon as Natasha had opened up the back door. The rest of them got ready to land. Clint and Natasha at the front of the jet, scoping out areas that were clear enough to land without causing more damage than needed. "There," Clint mumbled, pointing at a clear area close by to where it seemed the chaos started. The assassins skillfully landed the jet and everyone rushed out.

Only Bruce remained in the jet, watching it and just being there in case someone was critically injured. He looked at everything, watched it all unfold before him. While he was looking around, he saw the person with the turquoise hair again. The person hadn't moved an inch since they got there. Bruce, being sweet and concerned, looked around the jet for any bad guys.

"I hope I don't get shot," he mumbled to the empty jet, then he ran out with a little first aid kit to see if the girl needed any help. He got to the person and kneeled down to get ready and check their vitals and injuries. But when he looked at her face, his mind stopped.

He'd recognize that girl anywhere. His twin, younger by only a few minutes, was here in front of him probably dead. Bruce kept thinking about (Y/n), the day he told them to get out and leave, the day he lost most trust he ever had, the day he realized he made a big-ass mistake.

Time flew by, and Bruce was jolted into reality when a hand landed on a shoulder, accompanied with, "Let's get going." Bruce turned to see Steve looking down at him, his mask off and probably somewhere nearby. Steve's attention was drawn to the turquoise hair that Bruce previously was staring at. "Do you know who this is?"

Bruce hesitated. Not a single soul on the Avengers knew he had a sibling. They thought he was an only child. He never lied about it, he simply let them assume what they wanted. If they cared enough or found it a big enough issue, they would've asked. But now that came back to bite him, and he was conflicted. He shouldn't be, but he was.

"I do."

~~

When you woke up, the world was blurry with bright lights crawling into your vision to make everything worse. Pain ached in your skull, and other throbbing pains made themselves known to you. You groaned when the entire sleep affects wore off and now you could feel your torso, leg, and should pains.

At the noise you made, you heard shuffling around and footsteps of someone coming near you. A woman came into your vision, with her hair back in a bun and a blue hospital gown on her small figure. She smiled down at you. "Are you alright (Y/n)?" she asked you, and she checked all your vitals and the back of your head?

"Yeah um why are you looking at my head?" you asked her back. She looked over at your eyes, blinked rapidly for a second, then took one final look at the back of your head.

As she wrote down something, she answered your question. "According to some footage and eye witness reports," she said to start off, already sounding a little vague or something, "You were shot in the torso and fell backwards. That led you to hit your head and that cause you to black out."

You nodded your head slightly, everything coming back to you. The man, the weird gun, getting hit by a fucking car. All of those things made their way into the front of your head. On cue your body started to ache again, and you let out a noise of discomfort. The doctor noticed, and she clicked something. "Anesthesia."

You nodded and slowly felt some of the pain go away. "I have another question," you said suddenly, breaking the silence. The doctor looked back up at you from her clipboard.

"Yes?"

"Where am I?" you asked, and she clearly knew this was coming. She set her clipboard down on a counter nearby and pulled up a chair to sit in. Once she was sitting down, she got into her answer.

"Well, Ban-(Y/n), you are in the Avengers Tower Medical Wing, in New York City. The Avengers came to neutralize the threat and Dr. Banner found you, and he insisted you were to be brought back here to the tower. The only explanation he gave was that he knew you," the doctor explained. You sat there and stared at the wall beside her head, trying to decipher all of this.

The first thing was that she nearly called me Miss Banner. You could tell with where she was going, it sounded like Banner. You was used to being called that a lot by other people, so it peaked your interest when the doctor nearly did.

The next thing was that Bruce had found you, and was basically begging for you to come back with them. Maybe it was the condition you were in, but he still said he knew you. Your heart did a little flutter. Did your brother remember you? Did he remember what you did? With that next question you felt like you were suffocating for a second, only to realize that your were actually unable to breathe.

The doctor rushed to you, her chair falling backwards with a bang. That brought others into the room, and they saw the doctor trying to figure out what was happening. Your breathing was getting shallower and shallower and it was getting harder to see, with the black spots dancing in your vision like people at clubs.

"What's going on?" you heard a softer, but still almost commanding voice ask. The voice made your eyes widen and you looked over to see Bruce through the black spots, staring at you, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong.

"I have no idea," the doctor said as she looked at me. "She asked me where she was, I answered, and then it was silent for a few minutes. All of a sudden, her heart rate was spiking out of control and she was hyperventilating. I-I don't what happened." Everyone was still crowding around you, and you started to get worse. Ever since you had lost Bruce in a crowd of people, you didn't exactly like crowds. They gave you flashbacks and brought along panic.

Bruce noticed you were getting worse, and he correlated it with the more and more people surrounding you. So, he brought out his Hulk voice. "Everyone, STEP BACK." It wasn't a question or a suggestion; it was a command. Everyone did as told and stepped away from the bed and you, all except for Bruce himself and the doctor lady.

"Cho, we have to get her to calm down. Maybe it was something part of the gun that hit her, but this stress is amplifying it," Bruce said, returning to his normal tone. "I'll get Stark to hurry up with the examination of the weapons."

Another person raised their hand and started to leave the room in a jog. "I'll do it for you, Dr. Banner sir." The man left and Bruce turned his attention back to you. His hand found yours and squeezed it, you squeezing right back.

"I'm right here (Y/n)," he whispered, and it comforted you slightly. His presence was getting more soothing by the second, and soo you the black spots that were previously dancing in your eyes faded away. Your breathing started returning to normal, but it was still quite tight around your stomach.

"My...my stomach...it hurts there..." you pushed out, the pain still very much hurting.

Dr. Cho was looking at your vitals and stuff, then moved to look at your torso when you said this. "What kind of hurt?" she asked as she went to look.

"Like it's...tightening...like a snake or something..."

Dr. Cho lifted up your shirt hem to look at your torso, and gasped. "Her stomach...it's glowing."

"What?" Bruce exclaimed, and looked as well. Your abdomen area was glowing the same color the blast of the gun had been. "What if we try food? Sedatives? Not enough to knock (Y/n) back out but enough to get her...loopy, per say?" Bruce offered. Dr. Cho nodded her head and grabbed some pills, popping one into your mouth.

She explained to you. "These aren't strong enough to knock you out but they're still going to help," she said. You nodded and laid your head down. Bruce looked at Dr. Cho, gave her a pat on her arm, and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and walked off, leaving the room. You figured it was to check on Mr. Tony Stark's progress on the analysis of the gun.

An awkward silence hugged you and Bruce as you recovered from your little panic. Bruce occupied the chair that was previously on the ground that was previously belonging to Dr. Cho. His elbows were on his knees as he watch you take deeper and deeper breaths. After a few minutes, he finally spoke up.

"Hi." That's it. Well, you weren't surprised to be honest. It was Bruce, the man with as many words as PhDs.

"Hi," you whispered back, almost afraid if you spoke too loud you'd hurt him. The silence came back in for another hug, but Bruce was determined to break it. To talk to you again, like he used to.

"Look, I know the terms we parted on were...well, not very good to say the least," Bruce started, and your snorted at his choice of words.

"To say the least indeed," you commented.

Bruce continued on. "And I'm so glad your life is alright. But...I miss you. I miss you so much and it's not something I can keep pushing aside, and burying anymore. You mean a lot to me, (Y/n). We're twins. Being apart is especially hard."

You nodded through the whole thing, listening but not looking. You were afraid to look at him, to cause him any anger. He took note of this. "You can look at me, I don't hate you. I love you."

That broke the dam. The final little knock on the door to your tears and emotions that caused it to break. At first it was just silent tears, but then sobs were ripped from your throat. Bruce rushed to you and sat on the side of your bed. He hugged you tight, not planing on letting you go, not that you planned on it.

"I'm just so damn sorry Bruce. I'm so so sorry," you mumbled into his shoulder, and you felt him smile slightly.

"I'm sorry too."

The two of you stayed in your hug for a while, to the point where your eyes were starting to droop. Or maybe it was the medicine. You didn't know, but you started to fall asleep on Bruce. He felt that you were, but didn't want to say anything.

"Bruce?"

"Hm?"

"What's going to happen to me?"

A long pause, and then, "No matter what it is, I'm not leaving your side again."

~Fin~

A/N: OMG I POSTED GUYS YIPEE!! I'm soo sorry this took sooo long. I was busy, and I still am busy. I have a request in the works, hopefully will be the next one but I might push it to the one after. Depends on how detailed I decide to get or whatever.

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