The Avengers are property of Marvel/Disney. I write this out of pure personal pleasure, and the desire to bring happiness to other fans, not for money. Thanks.
Based on this fantastic fantastic pront from avengerkink: Bruce(/Tony) - Devil Hulk- from Anonymous Fanfiction doesn´t let me put the link here but it´s on round 20 if you want to find it.
Beta revised by Vida, without who this fic wouldn´t be so well witen.
Warning: This story will contain yaoi, it means love between men. As much as drama and suffering, world destruction, non or dub con (not know yet), maybe gore, and sex. Fluff at the end, don´t worry. ^^
Summary: They were one, they were three. Bruce was calm, Hulk was ire, and him… he was hate. Hate so deep it could swallow earth and everyone in it. Drown them in pain until all of them died. But maybe there´s one man who can´t be drown. Maybe there´s one man, who can embrace hate. A Devil Hulk, Bruce, Hulk/Tony love story.
This chapter is dedicated to my beta for this fic; Vida. Thanks for all your help.
Evil Hearts Can Love
Chapter 1- Curse
It starts with a mission gone inexplicably wrong.
A sour battle of red blood flames, a dragon-like beast they couldn´t seem to defeat, and a trap. A trap none of them saw fall until it was weaving its magic around them.
Fine like silk tendrils of golden power, twisted and merged with their limbs, went under their skin, searching for their core – their minds. Like some kind of leech, they sought the most painful memories: the ones deeply hidden inside, where the pain could be buried – maybe forgotten – but never gone. Made them real, made them present. Made the mighty heroes relive them like they were happening all over again.
The dragon-like beast suddenly gone, alone in the nearly destroyed New York street, surrounded by dying fire and raining particles of ash- their world broke like fine crystal and came down in jagged shards.
Thors screams for Loki rose in the oncoming storm, dyeing the red shadows of the last hour of light with pain strong as the wind his pain made come; tearing at their clothes and hair with desperate fingers; angry, hungry. Thunder cracked, and Steves cries for Bucky and for his lost life mingled with the first drops of rain. Natasha fell on her knees, silent, making no sound, no expression on her rain-streaked face. Clint stood there, looking somewhere no one else could, bow in hand, trembling violently, silent words on his quivering lips.
And Tony.
He was in his armor, helmet gone, looking so alone in the storm, under the fierce wind and heavy rain that made his hair darker, his skin paler, the metal of his armor gleam like dead fish scales. His brown eyes were hollow, his shoulders down, pain written on his face.
None of them was looking at the last member of the team, and no one saw the first signal.
Hulk fell silent and became Banner.
Then, just as he was about to pass out, his eyes blinked gold.
It will continue