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this is a series of short drabble-y nothings about the OC women in the lives of each male member of the Avengers.

Each has ABOSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE OTHER.

So, hope you like it! if you think one of these should be continued, feel free to let me know.

Im always open to new story suggestions and things, so please don't hesitate :)

Also, I think my favorite out of all of these if the Tony Stark/OC one, but that probably just because Iron Man & RDJ is my favorite thing in life anyway.

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Sample #5-37C

They had finally done it. After months of research, experimenting, testing and retesting, before even coming close to having what they needed, Bruce had created a serum, that if taken once a day, would allow him to control his transformation. Putting the neatly printed label on the vial was just the icing on the cake for him.

All he needed was a little help from a friend, Dr. Whitney Vaughn, an expert in DNA and the latest gene splicing technology.

Whitney and Bruce met when he did a seminar at her university, being the girl who asked a ton of questions from her seat in the front row.

Whitney had always considered Bruce Banner the man of her dreams, inspired by his work even before she introduced herself when saw him in person.

That was years ago, before the PhDs and doctorates, before Bruce's accident with gamma radiation and the Chitauri in New York, and before she'd basically been bribed to come and work for Stark Industries from her peaceful life, hidden in plain sight, in downtown Tokyo working for a bioengineering company.

And unknowingly, agreeing to work alongside him, and live in the same building.

To her surprise, and Bruce's too, working in the lab together for the past few months was fun, and went by faster than either would have liked. It was a dream come true for Whitney, that Bruce actually appreciated her presence in the lab everyday, along with whatever help she could offer.

Looking around the empty lab, which Whitney had spent the afternoon decorating with confetti, balloons, and streamers, Bruce tried to imagine what it would be like here without her.

Now that her job is done, wouldn't she want to go home?

As hard as he tried, he couldn't picture it.

Whitney had done the impossible,

Made Bruce forget what it was like to work alone.

The automatic doors on his right slid open then, Whitney rushing into the lab with a plate of cupcakes and a smile, her short shoulder length golden blonde curls curled into haphazard ringlets, with a lock or two braided and clipped to the side.

He tried not to stare, or drool, but this was the first time he'd seen her dressed up.

Usually she stuck to jeans or sweatpants, cardigans and tank tops, but for their little celebration she planned to tell the team about their success, she wore a long, flowing green and white geometric print dress, with black wedge heels he estimated around four inches high, and for the first time since her valedictorian speech at her graduation, that she had convinced Bruce introduce her at, she was wearing make up, the tiniest bit of black lining the corners of her dark grey eyes and red staining her lips.

"You want a cupcake?" She asked, oblivious to his burning gaze, as she picked one up off the plate and started to peel the paper off.

He shook his head, afraid of what words might come out if he opened his mouth, and she shrugged before took a bite out of it and said with her mouth full, "I didn't make these for nothing, you know. If no one eats them, I will."

Bruce laughed, shaking his head as Whitney ungraciously wolfed down the rest of her cupcake, but when he heard the clicking of her shoes on the tile floor, he looked up from his shoes to find her tossing her cake wrapper in the garbage and walking over to him.

He started up at her as she stopped in front of him, before she extended her hand out to him, and when he took it and started to stand, Whitney called to the ceiling, "Jarvis, hit it buddy."

She pulled herself into him as Nora Jones' Don't Know Why started to play through the pristine lab, with party decorations dotting the white with color, and though his brain was practically cracking down the middle from sensory overload, his body started slowly swaying with hers pressed against him.

She was smiling up at him, still short in her high heels, and lightly singing along to the song as they danced.

Whitney giggled when Bruce spun her, letting herself lean into him more as he pulled her back with one hand.

She never expected him to be this good, she loved to dance and never saw Bruce so much as tap a foot when she put on music during their time together in the lab.

He caught her off guard when he dipped her, letting out a squeak with a smile as one of her feet left the floor, the other sliding out from under her.

She couldn't hold back anymore. Before he could bring her back up, Whitney pressed her lips to his, and after he tensed briefly in shock, he was melting into her.

Only when she was standing, chest pressed against his, did they break apart.

Her sparkling grey eyes were staring up into his, brown irises ringed with green, and when she finally looked away, Whitney instantly blushed and buried her face into Bruce's chest, clutching his dark grey button down shirt as she tried to hide her face.

"Alright big guy!" Tony called from the doorway as he stepped into the lab, completely unphased as the rest of the team behind him stood gaping in awe of what just played out of front of them.

"Hey, are those Whitney's cupcakes?"