A/N: ****Warnings for adult content!**** Thanks for reading! Drop a comment in the review box if you're enjoying it.

Back at the tower Natasha contemplates the recent events, twisting a micro device within her fingertips. She taps it consistently against Bruce's desk. Rotating it from top to bottom and back again. With a heavy exhale she checks the time. It's well past midnight when she raises her eyes from the floor. She's comfortable hiding in his office space, conveniently avoiding phone calls from Izabella's aunt and various SHIELD agents and contacts.

Fury released the team upon the capture of Crusher, Loki, and Titania. He seemed satisfied with their apprehension and released the crew later that night. With a more stable security team looking over the center, Natasha should be able to rest easier. Jen and John are back at the tower with the rest of the team. The shouting from their nearby room has subsides as the clock strikes 1am.

Romanoff holds her head with the heel of her hand. A steady buzz from her nearby spiked glass of vodka pools through her veins.

She looks over her shoulder as Alex shoves his snout under her elbow for attention. She acknowledges with a pet over his head. She strokes his ears steadily, turning over Banner's entrance.

He shrugs off his jacket;

"I think I've convinced the infamous she-hulk into a diplomatic solution..."

Natasha bites her cheek, her hair a mess from her hands consistently running through it. Her eyes close, slightly unstable as she stands from the desk;

"What...um..."

He pauses, "I just told her to chill...she's, obviously, not, exactly, your number one fan at the moment."

"Do you blame her," she asks pointedly.

Bruce shakes his head, stepping forward with a hand behind his neck. He tugs, "Look; If anything I'm proud of your humanity. You tried to give someone else a chance."

He spots her glass and contorts his mouth. She shrugs defensively;

"It's been a day."

Bruce raises a brow, "You're telling me."

Natasha reaches behind her, offering a half drunken bottle. He tilts his head with a slight disappointment in his returned stare. She shrugs and takes a swig. Natasha licks her upper lip and analyzes the bottle;

"I don't know- how I'm supposed to move on...knowing I hurt those kids- our kids. It's this concept of living with new handicaps they've never had to experience before. And it's because of me."

Bruce lingers in the hall with an elbow on the doorframe. He covers his mouth;

"You're too hard on yourself. If corrupt people want to launch missiles toward young kids that's not on you."

She scoffs, rotating the bottle to read the back. She leans against his desk, standing with an arm across her waist;

"I let them off the hook with a misdemeanor...it feels like it's on me. And you have asked me to be more accountable...? Trying to be accountable."

He steps forward and carefully removes the bottle from her hand, "I want you back. I don't want you sinking in guilt. I am asking for you to be mentally present and not taking on crazy assignments that diminish the conscience you already possess."

She mumbles, consenting to his hands gently hovering over her shoulders, "How do you know I have a conscience..."

He shares a grin and presses his forehead against hers, "I just know."

She mumbles, "Do you forgive me."

"I forgive you."

"You're angry...I feel it."

"I'm, raging for those kids but I'm not angry with you. I get why you initially let Mary and Crusher go with limited consequence. Your heart is why I love you, not your fists...or, skill with a weapon..."

Natasha exhales heavily, wanting to forget the day. She whispers softly, craving his embrace;

"I need you Vrach. I need you to hold me a little tighter."

He brushes her cheek and analyzes her features, wrapping his arms tightly around her her smaller frame. He hugs her close;

"It's okay Tasha. It'll be okay I promise."

She laughs, "You can't make that call."

He rolls his eyes over his own comment, "You're right. I can't. But I love you and we will figure it out together. Riley, and Garrett- and Izabella- it'll be okay."

"Stop talking," Natasha groans and catches his lips with her own.

He moans against her mouth, eyes open and flicking toward the bottle left on his desk;

"Natasha?"

She keeps her eyes closed, laying her hands over his chest as she retorts abruptly;

"I need you Bruce. Please. I need to feel loved right now- I just need to feel close to you."

He reaches a cautious hand to tug at back of his neck. With cautious questions, he tries to judge which Natasha he's currently embracing;

"Are you, okay? What's your BAC?"

"Bruce...I'm fine. I barely feel it, I promise you."

He moans against her second kiss, slowly losing control with a deeper growl as she presses closer. His hand grab at her waist, catching her knee with the other as it lifts toward his hip as he tugs her lips with his own;

"Natasha...?"

She mumbles, her eyes lowered. It bothers her that he can't reach her level;

"What."

He lifts her chin, releasing her knee;

"I love you. I'm not in control right now...I still feel him poking and prodding."

Natasha swears under her breath in a familiar Russian phrase he's heard before as she lunges in for her prey. She latches onto his lower lip, pinning him up against the wall of his office. She grumbles;

"Vrach, please."

Something in the way she calls him ignites a sense of trust. He gives into her fingers as they undo the first few buttons of his top. They trail down his exposed torso as he touches her shoulders in response. She smiles softly;

"Did you miss me."

His head is presses solidly against the wall as his fingers trail down her arms to her wrists;

"I always miss you."

Her hazel-green eyed stare meets his, begging for an escape, "Bruce..."

He reaches for her cheek, pulling her close in a deeper kiss. Her stomach pools with anticipation over the way he holds her. Her fingers latch deep into his curls as she pulls.

Her fingers and her unrelenting lips are enough to cause Banner's eyes to roll underneath his closed eyelids.

Natasha can see and feel his muscles tensing over her hold. She knows his soft noise serves as a warning but she pushes. His retaliation is a satisfactory surprise, a hand caught in her hair as he gives his own possessive tug. She moans with contentment as his mouth finds the side of her neck; licking, sucking and biting her flesh. She holds his shoulders, only serving to encourage him with her soft moan.

For someone so passionate and full of love, Natasha automatically surrenders when he takes control. She spots a green tinge in his focus and shuts her own eyes to avoid dealing with it. She gasps as he flips to pin her against the wall instead, hands tight with a solid hold over her hips.

Natasha's noises only encourage his hips to tease over hers. His growl causes an abrupt change in his demeanor Natasha opens her eyes for. She inhales sharply over the sudden absence of his lips as he head bows low with eyes shut tight. He separates quickly to encourage a small space in between them, hands pressing into the wall at either side of her head. He growls through his teeth;

"Are you aware of...the green?"

He groans over her persistent teasing even after his warning. She lays her head against his chest and clenches her fist around his top;

"I am. Where's your serum."

He kicks himself, swallowing his own building emotions, "Uh...same spot it's been for the past five years."

"Watch the sass Vrach." She rolls her eyes, removing her hand from tracing his torso and plunges her mouth towards his.

Banner tightens his jaw and lifts her into his arms, shifting her as she continues to latch onto his lips. He carries her into their room and pins her underneath his frame, hands gently holding her face. She skillfully locates his syringe and vial in the first drawer of his night stand, loading her 'weapon.'

He pauses, watching her fingers work. He makes hesitant eye contact;

"And...I'm suddenly less interested."

She flicks her middle finger and thumb against the syringe, raising her eyebrow;

"Really...? In me?"

"I'm always interested in you I just- Never-mind."

"Yeah that's what I thought."

He offers a hand an accept his needle, somber expression over his features as he moves to stab himself in an emerging vein. Natasha pushes to her elbows over the procedure, eager to envelope him with her love. She takes the needle back after he removes it from his flesh and caps the tip;

"Calmer?"

"Give it a minute."

He raises his brow and shuts his eyes in a brief dizzy spell from all of the chemicals flooding his mind. With her legs wrapping firmly around his hips, she pulls him closer and repeats herself;

"I need you..."

He offers a smirk, pulling himself out of his own mind to focus on his wife. She reaches for his hand to bring it under her top and over her exposed side.

Bruce teases her flesh;

"You're warm."

"You can do better than that."

He brushes his thumb against her hip and sweetly kisses her cheek;

"You have permission to shoot me if I go green. I know there's a pistol under the pillow-"

"Don't say that."

He shrugs, "Not interested in sharing you."

She shakes her head, bucking her hips to meet his and distract him from his other half, "You won't."

He pins her arms above her head in reply, "You're pushing it tonight."

"That's your job-..."

"How much Vodka did you chug?!"

"We're seriously back to that? Shut up and kiss me."

"What's my name..."

"Robert Bruce Banner."

"What's your name?"

"Natalia Alianova Banner-Romanoff..."

"What is-..."

"Bruce! Banner! I am going to slap you! I'm fully aware of and consenting to what is happening between us so stop thinking, stop making excuses, and frickin kiss me. I know you want me too, you're not being subtle about it."

His kisses over her neck rapidly turn into an involuntary bite which causes her eyes to close. She melts under a touch that is still far more dominant then usual even with the drugs looking through his veins. Giving into his nonverbal order she keeps her hands above her head as he traces her skin. Natasha swallows, forcing herself to hold back her desire to take control. She can see the love in his stare and sensing the restraint in his soft touch;

"You're holding back."

"You have no idea."

"Either take control or I'm going to pin you until we're both screaming."

She twists with the intent of swapping their placement. His firm hands force her to surrender in place. If Natasha chooses to, she can easily throw him to the ground in his human form. But feeling him push back is enough to cause her to relax underneath him as he climbs above her;

"Oh is that what you want? You want me to make you scream?"

"I'd rather you go green then hold back right now."

She's inadvertently offered the wrong phrase. His jaw twists with a sense of anxiety.

Natasha senses his pending warning. He's offered her those words so many times that she is sick of it. Shutting her eyes, she cringes as he whispers;

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Then. Love me, Bruce. For Christ's sake- Love me like tomorrow doesn't exist. Hold me like tonight is our last- I need to be yours and I need you to be mine."

He offers a kind hearted smile Natasha would only describe as inviting. He looks as if he's half prepared to devour her whole with his eyes dilated and his frame craving more. His soft and tender tone of voice offers a balance to his aggressive stare down;

"Natasha...?"

"This better be good..."

"I love you."

She sighs with a surrendering, affectionate smile, "I love you more."

He caresses her cheek and offers her a sweet kiss as he positions himself solidly over her frame. His lips gradually make their way down to trace her collarbone. She bites her lip to hide a moan and digs her fingers into his curls as he reaches her torso. Her toes inadvertently curl over his contact;

"Vrach..."

His larger hands deliberately explore her smaller frame in the way she craves. He's paid attention to her noises like always, completely focusing on his wife.

Natasha works to complete unbuttoning his top as he moves back up to nibble at her neck. Bruce gives up on being patient when she snakes her fingers underneath his fabric to cause a groan to slip. He ditches his top and offers a glare full of desire as he pins her once more;

"Who said you could move?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Natasha stirs in the middle of the night, comfortable in Banner's borrowed purple button down. She tugs at the sleeves, sitting upright as she tugs her hair. Her frame remains sore as she turns her focus to the inflicter. Her hand traces the back of her neck and down the side over a bruise that will be visible by morning. She twists her wrists as she watches his frame barely rise and fall with each breath.

Romanoff twists her opened jaw over a flicker of green that trails down his spine. For as quickly as it appears it vanishes. She lifts their light blanket upright to view his back. The abrasion remains a deeper red, his healing process somewhat paused. She swallows to think of Olga's stab to his back taking longer then usual to disappear.

Her fingers trace his spine, heart aching as she spots another green flicker over his shoulder. She tightens her lips and strokes her fingertips over him gently in a soothing pattern.

Natasha glances over her nightstand, reaching for her phone with her free hand to send a message to Stark. The blue light from her screen serving to make his next green flicker a yellowed tinge.

'Tony - something is very wrong- Bruce isn't healing and hulk can't settle- look into it tomorrow?'

She types quickly and returns her device.

Rotating in their bed she tucks a hand under her pillow and keeps the other over his bare back. She stays quiet so as not to disturb him, brushing his curls to soothe any agitation he's potentially experiencing. A guilty lump appears in her throat. She swallows hard with a dismissive sniffle.

In the darkness of their room, Bruce can hide that his eyes are half open. For each muscle tensing he feels her hand brushing over it. He would disappear off to the lab for a distraction if he didn't sense her guilt. As the memories begin to return he can recall Olga's stabbing and the instability that followed. He's aware of her text and the context doesn't take rocket scientist to decipher based on the pattern her hand is continually tracing over his flesh.

Content over her contact, he forces himself to remain still. As long as he can remain alert and prevent Hulk from full control, Banner can prevent any threat he poses to Natasha. Or so he hopes...