Hiya! This is just something I wrote really quickly after seeing Age of Ultron last week( OMG!? Ps. If anyone wants to discuss AoU in way too much depth, feel free to message me!), so I apologise for the fact it's not you know exactly a masterpiece( it's absolute crap...). YOU DONT NEED TO HAVE SEEN AGE OF ULTRON TO UNDERSTAND THIS. THERE ARE NO SPOILERS. Simply if you've already seem Age Of Ultron, you might have a particular setting in mind.
Sorry, that whole A/N went on for a bit longer than if expected! Here you go, hope you enjoy!
He stared into her glistening eyes. All he wanted to do was wipe each tear gently from her eyes, lie next to her, stroke her startlingly red hair and gaze into her eyes forever. But he knew it could never be. Nat would be an infinitely unmoving body, and his green raging body would be the one that made hers like that.
He sat on the quilt laden bed, and she joined him, their hands loosely joined, tracing shapes onto the other. He felt her every movement. A a shaking arm he daren't touch, a foot moved just close enough to him for their feet to touch, with every blink her eyelashes shuddered, desperate to shut in the tears.
A silence smothered them both with the same thoughts of the people they once were and the monsters they had become.
'Bruce,' Natasha said, her voice hoarse.
'Yeah, Nat?'
'What does it feel like when you change'
A pause.
'Well you know when you get a panic attack, you can tell you're about to have that one. The world begins to tip and turn like its a funfair ride and your chest feels as though it's been clamped down. Then suddenly it's like you're at the edge of a cliff. The whole world swimming beneath you. Every single detail seems to push you closer and closer and closer to the edge, until you know the slightest nudge would send you off the edge, plummeting into darkness and confusion.
And it hurts, it hurts so much. Even if he can't feel it. You weren't able to hold on to the edge of that cliff and the destruction about to happen is all down to that single moment when you let go.
Then it's just like being drugged. Reality and dreams blur into one. You can see what he-I- am doing, but you can't truly see.
There's something about you, Nat. Just knowing you're there. You can bring me back.'
She buried her head deep into his shoulder. He felt a single tear melting into his t shirt. She felt a single drop on her head.
As the lateness of the night grew on, Bruce went to bed, though, as always, he got very little sleep.
Later Natasha opened the door, with a slight scrape. She knew Bruce, like her, rarely slept, so was surprised to see him looking asleep. She crept across the room, easily silent from the years of assassins duty, and climbed into the bed.
The cloudy rural skies have off no light, so Natasha had only Bruce's gentle silhouette and childishly curly hair to stare at. Many hours later, her eyelids began to collapse. She dreamt of what she always did. The ballerinas, the slaughter and knives and scalpels and terrified little girls. She woke with a start, to see Bruce's gentle eyes stating into hers with alarm.
'Are you okay, sweetie?'
She nodded.
'Just a normal nights sleep for me...' Natasha explained.
'I see everyone. Every person I can remember who I've...' Bruce tailed off.
'Me too.'
'But Nat. You and me, we'll be okay.'
They stared at each other in silence, until they drifted off back into a world of dreams once mor
A/N apologies this was so short! Hope you enjoyed and isn't find it too crap... I'd love a review- the good and the bad! Also it's worth mentioning for those who haven't seen AoU, that this is not canno
~Daisy Xx