Warning(s): Cursing, Idk- if you're sensitive don't read the shitty scene in between lol

Pairing(s): Bruce x Male!Reader

Note(s): This is another random chapter (and I noticed that I am a bit biased on which Avengers get the most love, So I will be doing more Bruce, Nat and Clint chapters 🤣💕)
•Proofread? Semi (Sorry for any grammatical errors)
•Written and Published: August 20,2019

Word Count: 1,266 Words

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Y/N's P.O.V.
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I felt my eyes beginning to itch. The tingling feeling began to increase as the temperature started to rise. I yelped out in agony. I woke up and put my cold hand onto my eyes. It just made things worst as my eyelid rubbed against my bare, naked eye. I shot up and sat in bed. My husband wasn't there, he never was. I tried to get out of bed, I winced as I heard the slight crunch of my glasses. I felt the leg stab my foot as my foot made contact with it.

I muttered, "God dammit!" I growled loudly and touch the smooth, freshly painted wall. I made my way to our entirely white bathroom and felt around the counter for the sink. I turned the knob for cold and immediately put my head under the grey faucet.

I sighed, relieved as the burning sensation started to go away. I screamed a little bit more when it started to get even more intense than it was the previous time. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled and started to cry. The salt from my tears made me want to gouge my own eyes out.

Suddenly, everything stopped and the pain went away. My vision came back a little bit, eyed blurry. I felt like I was going to pass out.I gasped for air one final time, I gripped onto the cold counter of my bathroom and felt the gravity pull my body towards the floor. I didn't make a noise as my body collided with the tile. I just laid there.

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Bruce's P.O.V.
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I ran as fast as I could towards the bathroom when I heard a thud. I gasped softly and laid my eyes upon the scene present to me, my husband laying on the floor unconscious.

"Y/N!" I yelled out due to instinct and wuickly dropped onto the floor by his seemingly lifeless body. I went to check to see if he was breathing. He was, but it was very shallow. I picked up his small body and made my way to the lab.

Tony looked up from his papers, his eyes widened when he saw me rush in the lab with Y/N in my arms, bridal style. He got up and went to assist me as I laid the younger man on the table.

Hours went by, Y/N's vitals were normal, he was still under our surveillance. I looked at Tony as he looked at Y/N. They had a weird relationship. Tony was like an older brother to Y/N and sometimes he was like a dad or a best friend...he was just Tony.

Y/N started to whine a little bit when he woke up. I smiled softly when I heard him. I walked over carefully as I did not want to give him a shock. His eyes were red, but everything else was normal.

"Y/N..you okay?" I asked him, now holding onto his hand.

Y/N mumbled softly, it sounded like he said Sani.

"W-What about her?" Tony stood up and looked at Y/N. Sani was one of Y/N's younger twin sisters. It was Sani and Samara- they were both evil and hated Tony and myself for absolutely no reason. They've been trying to kill Y/N for associating himself with us.

"She..she did this..I know she did this. She's coming. I can feel her presence. You need to leave. This is my fight." Y/N mumbled as he tried to get up. He pushed himself off of the bed and whined softly, about to fall over.

I helped him stand up. He clung to my arm, he stumbled out of the room and walked to the living room. There stood his sister.

She was short, like Y/N. She had tan skin, dark brown eyes, long straight brown hair, and really strong cheek bones. Like I know I'm supposed to hate her..but damn, her cheek bones were to die for..well not really.

I ran after Y/N as he just stood there, looking at his sister. She glared at him. A red hue surrounded her. "I'm back~"

"Okay. Okay. If we're going to fight, can we take this outside?" Tony asked Sani and looked as Samara came out. "Ah. Look who decided to join us. Now we can really get this Christmas party started." He chuckled softly.

He constantly made Christmas themed jokes when he saw the two. Sani had a red hue and Samara had a green hud surround her body.

"Sure thing." Samara said, her voice was softer than Sani.

Tony smirked and turned his back, waiting for one of them to attack. "Tony, no!" Y/N yelled. Sani took this as an opportunity to strike him, my eyes widened as I saw the red lightning. I looked at Y/N, weak purple lightning flew from his fingers. Tony quickly turned back and blasted her.

Sani groaned as her guard was down for the moment. She fell back into the wall and struggled to get back up. She grew weaker as the time passed.

I was paying too much attention to them. I looked over at Samara whispering to Y/N, making eye contact. Y/N's mouth started to open, a purple hue started to surround him. He looked over at me, tears coming from his eyes as he stood up with no problem.

"You made me do this." He suddenly had more strength and wrapped his hands around my neck. I struggled to fight him. I hadn't turned into the Hulk in years, Y/N was almost a match for him.

Y/N looked me in the eyes and whispered softly, "This'll all be over if you just comply." He looked at me, still crying a bit.

"No." Tony said as he was now fighting Samara so she could let go of her hold on Y/N.

I had no more air left. I couldn't even play dead, Y/N stared into my soul. My eyes started burn a little bit. "Good boy..." Y/N whispered softly then got knocked over by Tony.

"I saved your ass. You owe me." Tony smirked and walked off with the twins in his arms. I picked up Y/N and followed him.

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Y/N's P.O.V.
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I sat there on the floor of our bedroom. I don't remember anything that happened. I just remember Samara talking to me then everything turned black.

Bruce constantly told me it was okay and he knew it wasn't me. I just feel like a part of it was me. I got my powers back and I felt like I could do anything, Samara was controlling me, I could've stopped it if I wasn't so weak from earlier.

I wiped my tear and grabbed my duffel bag. I looked at Bruce who tried to stop me. "Stop it Bruce!"

"Why?" He looked at me, hurt, angry, sad.

"I've changed..." I mumbled, "I have to go. I don't want to hurt you. You could've died!" I yelled.

"I don't care.." Bruce looked at me. "It wasn't you."