Imagine Bruce after hulking out

"Bruce!", you shout trying to be heard over all the noise, "I think it's dead now!". Both you and Bruce had been sat curled up together watching TV when a wasp had flown over and started to annoy you. However, it stung Bruce, and you knew better than to stay put. You quickly leapt off the sofa as his skin turned green and he started thrashing around the place in an attempt to swat the wasp. Although it had been quite scary at first, seeing him Hulk out, you couldn't help but laugh as this enormous green monster attempts to kill a little bug. "Bruce!", you shout again, after he had finished repeatedly smashing his fist into the ground, squashing the poor thing. He stops and looks at you, a hint of regret in his eyes, before he shrinks back down, wearing nothing but his very ripped trousers. "I know you like to Hulk Smash, but this was a little too much", you say laughing walking over to him, holding out a dressing gown for him to put on. "Whoops. I kind of overdid it again huh", he said smiling, looking at you. "Yes, just a bit". You smile at him as he puts on the gown before embracing you in a tight hug. "I love you Y/N, you know that". "I know", you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Just wait until you see Starks face drop when I tell him we need a new house again", you whisper in his ear, and you both roll around laughing.