DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of these characters, the movie rights or the actors (God DAMN it!)
Summary:
Will Bruce Banner and Elizabeth Ross ever get to share their passion? Or will Elizabeth's heart be smashed, literally? Will the unlikely pair ever get to get 'excited'?
Chapter 1:
Bruce stared knowingly at Elizabeth. He knew every curve of her exquisite form, every strand of her hair. Betty. The only person who was not utterly repulsed by his angry green rage monster. She sat on a park bench, looking lost, drinking her double-shot-soy-milk-half-strength-caramel-irish-latte. The trees in the park cast dappled light over her, and she was beautiful.
He remembered her coffee, which had taken him longer to learn than Advanced Molecular Organic Biochemistry. After buying her coffee every day for two years, he eventually got it right (not unscathed, but alive nonetheless) and he would never forget.
He would never forget her smile, as she looked at him in bed, or her wake up kisses in the morning or-
That Guy...?
Coming towards her, he wore an expensive suit, Ray Bans and pointy leather shoes. Bruce hated him on sight. Hilariously, Bruce could see a name tag attached to his expensive suit that read 'TRAINEE'. Amateur.
The intruder strutted over, looking as though he owned the world. Bruce faded into the shadows, watching the horror unfold. As the pair leaned in for a kiss, Bruce felt his pulse rising.
He calmed his breathing. Bruce had come to give her the necklace. And maybe he wanted to say goodbye, or perhaps he had to. Although he knew that they could not be together, he couldn't stand watching her being swept off her feet by another man.
He looked down at the delicate envelope in his hand, and retreated into the shadows. He would see her tonight. When she was alone.