Bruce Banner x Reader Part 1/2

"It's nice to meet you," he said. She nodded, sticking out her hand. 

"Figured it out yet?" Tony asked excitedly. __________ let her head drop. 

"What?" Bruce asked quizzically. "She seems perfectly fine." 

"Ask her her name," Tony encouraged. __________ looked up at him, her eyes begging for him to stop.

"What's your name?" Bruce asked, his eyes gentle. 

__________ shook her head. She pointed to her mouth. Bruce's eyes widened. 

"Why would you do that to her?" he shouted. 

"Because I wanted to have a little fun, that's all. But she's really cool. Her name's ________. She's hot." Tony laughed. "She's ridiculously smart. Give her some stuff. Watch." 

Bruce handed her a small wrench and some other tools from his workbench. She smiled appreciatively and set to work. 

In no time she had made a little mouse, it's little metal body racing around. 

"Now watch this. This is where the shit gets cool," Tony said, kneeling down to the mouse. ________ picked up the metal toy, and breathed life into it, literally. A little mouse appeared in her palm, cleaning it's face, and squeaking. 

Bruce eyed the creature with an uncertainty and caution. He reached out hesitantly. He brushed his fingers across it's warm fur, barely touching it. 

"It's real," he breathed in awe. 

"Yeah, and it works on people too. You guys would be a perfect match!" Tony laughed. His words struck pain into Bruce's heart, but he didn't say anything. 

_________ was confused. She looked up at Tony with arched eyebrows. 

"He's a mean, green killing machine," the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist explained. "Here's your file. You might want to know about this stuff if you're going to work with him." 

Bruce balled his fists, but held his tongue. ___________ was excellent at reading emotions, and she knew the direction this was heading in. She reached up and stroked his arm, giving him a small smile. 

Bruce sighed, unclenching his hands, nodding. She glared at Tony. 

"If I could read your thoughts, I'd probably be in a shitload of trouble. I can tell from your face," Tony said. "So I better be out. Hey, there's a dry erase board on the wall over there, if you want to talk. Thor has already taken quite an interest in you. He likes that you communicate with your face, not your words. I think it's not to shabby myself, for a debilitated thing like yourself." 

She walked over to the board and wrote Thanks in elegant letters, dainty and perfect. 

"I'll leave you freaks alone," Tony grinned. "I'll be lounging on my two million dollar couch." 

"Bye, Tony," Bruce said, obviously chagrined. They were left alone. 

Who are you, other than Bruce Banner? I want to know what your superpower is. After all, I am working with you. Her expectant expression was innocent and her intentions were pure, but the words made Bruce frown. 

"Well, I kind of become something else. A monster. I'm no superhero. So please, just try not to stay too close, alright?" he sighed. 

"That's good to know," Bruce said bitterly, turning back to his work. She walked over, putting her hand on his shoulder. He tensed, but she didn't move away. Bruce relaxed; she smelled like lavender. She slipped a piece of paper from the printer beside Bruce, writing in flowing black ink. 

"Not really." She gave him one more small smile. 

"No one is ever there, _________." Bruce's lips curved into a wry smile.

"You'd stick with me, really? Even if I lose it, try to kill you, you'll be here?" Bruce asked rhetorically. 

Certainly. You can't scare me off that easily, you know. It was another of those smiles. Those wonderful, pure, sweet twinkles. Bruce couldn't help but smile back. 

"Thanks," he murmured. "Thanks a lot."