Dear Natasha,
For someone who claims to be able to 'get into other people's heads', you're spectacularly bad at it.
You were right about me wanting a chance at a relationship. But a normal life? I gave up on that a long time ago. Normal isn't something I can achieve, and I accepted that.
And then you came along.
You, with your attempts at giving me what you thought I wanted. You made a real go at it, I'll give you that. Almost had me convinced. Almost.
But maybe I wasn't the one you were trying to convince? See, here's what I think: I think you're the one who wants the normal life. And you thought I was your best chance at it. But you didn't factor in the other guy.
You are right about him, he does protect me. That's something I've only recently been able to admit out loud, but it's true. Sometimes, it seems he knows better than I do. Like in this situation. He got me out, and away from you. He wouldn't have turned around, even if you hadn't of told him about the cloak.
I won't say I didn't appreciate our time together. It did give me an appreciation of you, as a person, not just as the spy I first met in India.
I will echo your advice to me though:
you will find a place in this world. But that place is not with me.
Bruce.
-/
"JARVIS, I assume you can get this to Natasha without anyone else reading it?"
"Of course."
"Then do it."
"At once."
Once the screen indicated that the message had been sent, Bruce turned off the tablet. He knew Stark would find a way to access any technology he had, but as long as he didn't come after him, Bruce didn't care. Truthfully, he enjoyed some of the news items directed his way.
The letter though, that he could've done without.
he rubbed his eyes, before lying on his bed.
"What are you doing Banner?" He asked the empty room. He had to reply to the letter, he couldn't leave that much left unsaid.
"You didn't have to break her heart in the process, did you?" It was necessary. She wouldn't be as good in the field if she was thinking about him.
"Are you talking about Natasha, or yourself?" Did it matter? We're as broken as each other. Huh, maybe we do belong together.
"Maybe you do." No, that was wishful thinking. It isn't practical.
"Practical? When are relationships ever practical?" Feasible? Is feasible a better term?
"How about you just admit the truth?" And what truth would that be?
"You know." Do I?
A/N: hi again!
In case it wasn't clear, Bruce is have a conversation with himself at the end. But which half of him is saying which half of the conversation?
Any & all feedback is welcome, consider it a birthday present?
(yes, it's my birthday tomorrow. Thought I'd celebrate by writing this.)
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Have a nice day :)
