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Tale As Old As Time, True As It Can Be...
"No more questions Bruce?" She raised one eyebrow confused by his being quiet for so long.
His pulse doubled hearing her call his name. Why? She was being such a witch!
He stuttered, "No-. I mean- This looks like an old wound." It was such a stupid statement to make, so obvious. He carefully patched her wound to stop it from bleeding, "Don't remove this like you did the last one."
She rolled her eyes. He lifted the edge carefully placed under her rib, "You have got to be the worst patient I've ever had."
She smirked trying not to pull away, "You do realize your hands are freezing."
He loosened his grip not expressing his usual amount of remorse. She reached forward taking the patch from him and throwing it onto herself exactly where it belonged.
He smirked at her independent attitude, "Is that all Miss, Romanoff?"
She leaned back nodding her head, "Thank you Bruce, bet I could've done better." Her tone was no more sarcastic then usual.
He smirked, "I think we're even."
It was almost an apology for events that had happened not so long ago. She still remembered being chased by that giant green monster, but her fears were muffled with feelings of empathy. He never meant to cause her harm. Bruce could bearly recall chasing her, or throwing her into the walls. As what usual happened when he would snap, it was all a blur. Memories were muffled, of which he was semi-grateful for.
She stood up from the table carefully putting her shirt back on. He shook his head, not satisfied with how she took care of herself. She had to be the most annoying person in the world.
He stood up to walk to the opposite side of the room, sorting through papers.
Her voice was soft yet business oriented, "I don't see a bill left out on the table. Is it safe to assume that I have permission to leave?"
His head turned around to ensure she was ok functioning on her own and shook his head 'yes', despite what he should've to said. Despite his hatred for her 'I know better' attitude, he had a duty as her physician at the moment to decide what was best for her. She should've stayed where she was and rested for the night. But he was not about to offer, and keep that unappreciative pest in his home and longer then necessary.
The floors of his tiny living space creaked as she headed for the door. She unlocked the door herself hesitantly pulling it open. He knew he should've followed her to be polite and care for his patient, but any bedside manner he thought he knew had vanished.
What was she here for? There were plenty of other more professional Dr.'s used by SHIELD. Just to spy on him? Probably. And she'd probably call a malicia should he even dare bid her a proper 'good-bye.'
He closed his eyes; his curiousity getting the better of him. Bruce gently tossed his files onto the table, "Natasha."
She turned her head around in the doorway, hearing that soft-spoken voice. He held open the door and stood behind her;
"I'd really appreciate an honest explanation."
She tilted her head sarcastically, "Sorry Bruce. I know you love looking in my deep hazel-green eyes, and I'd love to chat, but I've got to run."
His eyes narrowed, "I didn't open the door because you bat your eye-lashes at me."
"Look, you fixed me up nicely. And business is business. Barton's waiting for me, I've got to run."
She turned to leave before he got the chance to say another word, quickly walking to her next destination. He watched her until she was far from his sight. He closed the door before leaning against it mumbling to himself in aggrivation.