A/N: Okay, here is a one-shot for Lupinica friggasdoiter (on fanfiction). You can request a one-shot, read my bio for details. This isn’t exactly what you requested, sorry. But I hope you like it anyway. (I’ll be posting another chapter of The Month Off later when I’m on break, in case anyone was wondering. Also, this isn’t really a songfic, because I don’t want to infringe on any copyrights. Sorry, Lupinica :-/) 

Blood splattered the wall, and Bruce could hear his mother scream one last time. 

“M-mom!” he yelled, tears spilling from his big brown eyes. Bruce’s father glared at Bruce, eyes burning. 

“Be quiet, boy!” said Bruce’s father, whose hands were stained with red. 

“B-but mommy…” Bruce trailed off as he saw the intense anger in his father’s stare. Bruce screamed in pain as blow after blow hit him. Bruce’s father wouldn’t stop, he just hit and hit and hit…

“RRRR!” The Hulk roared in anger, and hit the girl in front of him. Betty cried out, and the Hulk flung her to the ground. Betty lay there, silent, in a puddle of blood.

Bruce woke up with a jolt, heart pounding. He gasped and choked, trying to catch his breath. He was covered in a cold sweat, and every part of him seemed to be shaking. He flung open his door and ran downstairs, he had to get away from the demons. He grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down in one gulp. He was still shaking, but now it was from anger, not fear. His father had beat him, had killed his mother, and, and-

Before he knew it, he had Hulked out. He could see the other Avengers run downstairs, and he could see the Hulk smashing things, but it was all a hazy blur. He could hear yelling, the others were probably trying to calm him down, but it didn’t work. He could hardly tell what was going on, but he knew the Hulk was wrecking things. He tried to calm the Hulk down, but the anger was so real and rampant inside him that he could tell it was impossible to stop. 

Suddenly, Bruce became aware of a hand on his shoulder. Soft, sweet words flowed to his ears like music. He couldn’t make out what the person was saying, but it was helping. The hand stroked his shoulder, and Bruce closed his eyes hard. When he opened his eyes, he was himself again, and Natasha was sitting next to him. 

“Bruce?” Natasha looked at him with concern in her eyes. The other Avengers were all looking at him, so he felt pressured to say something. 

“T-Thank you,” he said.

-

“Daddy, can I please have an ice cream?” Eliza asked her father. He father looked at her, and shook his head.

“No, not right now,” he said. Blood on his hands.

“Can I?” asked Matvey, Eliza’s younger, five year old brother. 

“NO! Neither of you can have ice cream!” yelled her father. Mother’s dead body.

“Please please please!” Eliza said, she was a seven year old, and she wanted ice cream now.

“NOOO!” yelled father, and his eyes started to look green. Betty is hurt. His clothes started to stretch and his skin got greener. James, Eliza’s fifteen year old brother rushed out of the room.

“Mom,” he said, “dad’s doing it again.”

Natasha rushed into the living room, to see Bruce about to Hulk out. She put her hands on his shoulders.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I got you,” she said, while rubbing his shoulders. Bruce calmed down, taking deep breaths. He was glad Natasha had been there, sometimes she had missions for SHIELD so wasn’t there to calm him down. She was the only one who could do it. He turned to his wife, who was staring at him, trying to figure out if he was through the worst of it.

“I’m okay now,” he said. “What would I do without you?” he added jokingly, although he was completely serious. 

“Let’s hope you never have to find out,” she said, and pressed her lips against his.