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a hidden heat The clothes had been given to him by Thor's mother, Frigga. Bruce wasn't so sure how to react to that. She was something... Bruce couldn't identify and it confused him. Thor had brought him to Asgard, wanting to share his home with him. When they had arrived, there was Frigga waiting for them alongside Heimdall. Bruce only knew of them, really, from what Thor had told him and he hadn't expected the greeting he got. "Thor!" Frigga swept forward, a broad smile on her face as she swept her son up into a warm hug. Thor returned it, nearly sweeping her off her feet in a one-armed hug, his other hand tightening its hold on Bruce's.

no such thing as happy endings Bruce is not one for marriage. It isn't so much that he doesn't want to get married, because he does, but has more to do with the fact that he knows that there isn't anyone who would want to marry him. He's thought about it, he's fallen for people who he wouldn't have minded spending his life with, but it had never happened. They had never asked and Bruce would never put himself out there like that; he didn't have the strength to do it. That's not him and it's not a future which is in his cards. He can love all he wants, but he will never have anything more. Marriage is not for Bruce. FIN.

the ticking clock hand The sedatives that he'd been given were still sluggishly pumping through his veins, though they had mostly worn off by the time Bruce woke up. He was in what he was sure was an armoured car and, across from him, was one General Ross. What had led up to him being here was a bit fuzzy, probably because of the drugs, but he did distinctly remember leaving the tower and going out for... he'd been meeting the others for dinner. They'd been planning on this dinner for weeks and it had been Tony's idea. Bruce had been late, as usual, because he'd gotten caught up in something in his lab. He'd told Thor to go on without him

just because it burns Very gently, Thor cupped Bruce's face between his hands, thumbs stroking along his cheek bones to ward off the tears that welled up. His eyes were sad, but the look in Bruce's eyes – the pain, so vivid and real that he couldn't bear it – hurt. "Hush now," he said softly. "You have naught to fear. I will protect you." He spoke the words with promise, with a conviction that came to him easily. He would not leave Bruce, never would, he was too important and to precious. The moment that Bruce had given himself to him, Thor had known that he would do everything to keep this man safe, protect, and, above all, lo

no right answer The simple fact was that Thor was bleeding and Hulk did not like that. There was blood everywhere, dripping off of Thor’s armour and the Asgardian stumbled a little when he landed. He was hurt. Someone had hurt Thor. Hulk’s Thor – Bruce’s Thor. There was little more thought to it than that. Just scoop him up and cradle him close and then running. He only had a vague destination in mind, one that Bruce considered safe which meant that Thor would be safe and that was all that matters. – – Bruce woke up a few hours later. He was curled up next to Thor, which was not unusual, but he was jer

last for a lifetime Bruce just stared at the large bouquet of deep red roses that Thor was holding up for him. They looked absolutely beautiful and if he actually thought that they were for him, Bruce would have been flattered. “They’re really nice, Thor,” Bruce said, unsure of what Thor wanted him to say. “Are they for Doctor Foster?” He knew about the pretty doctor who Thor had first met when he’d come to Earth and maybe there was a twinge of jealousy there because Bruce was nursing the most ridiculous crush on Thor. There was also the small fact that even the Hulk seemed to approve of Thor, but Bruce

Prettiest Sight to See Bruce was bundled up against the chill December wind, trailing a little ways behind Thor. The tower needed a Christmas tree, according to Steve, and Thor had been dispatched to find it. Bruce was along for the ride because Thor wanted his approval. He’d never had a Christmas tree before and there were butterflies fluttering around in his stomach at the thought of being the one to decide on the tree. What if he picked the wrong one? What if wasn’t perfect? That was what he was afraid of – screwing up. And, since it was Thor, they hadn’t simply gone to a lot and picked one out there. No, instea

Making Christmas Natasha came into the living room wearing a rather nice dark green dress and a pair of very high black heels. Her hair was neatly done and hung in its natural red wavy curls just past her chin. In one hand was a small clutch purse and she had a winter coat slung over one arm. “You look very nice today, Natasha,” Steve said when she walked in. She smiled at him, “Thank you, Steve. You'd better be careful; I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with Tony.” “He's down in the lab with Bruce,” Steve replied. “He won't come out unless I go get him or Thor goes down to see Bruce.”

who would have guessed it Clint wakes in the middle of the night, voice caught in his throat on what might be a scream. Even though Natasha is pressed up against his chest, warm and real and there, it's the lingering memory of warmth at his back that makes him curl around Natasha, trying to forget it. He pushes the memory to the back of his mind, tries not to think about it, what losing it means, but the ache in his chest never quite goes away. But he's good ad he locks it away with the pain. Natasha is there and they have to be strong for each other, but it's difficult and hard and it's just not the same. There's supposed to be someone th

Something of Tomorrow, Part 6 the time we've lost and the future ahead we grabbed the boundary i only want to see you smile – View Finder, english lyrics by Hikarin “So, Rhodey and I are being honoured in Washington, you wanna come?” Tony said. He'd just gotten out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips with his still wet hair sticking to the back of his neck. It took Steve some effort not to focus on any of that and focus on what Tony was saying instead. “You want me to come? What's it for?” Tony was grinning, “Oh you know, just saving a whole bunch of people and putting a stop to a murderous rampag