Thank you AnaLuizaMatos0 for always supporting me through the chaos that is this Brutasha series! I'm so glad to see readers and people who are enjoying this and standing by the rewrite.
This is a mega *WARNING!* for this first chapter and the story going forward. We will have battles and angst and comedy and drama but I also want to shift the focus onto married/family life a bit. Which is what the series is rooted and will end on.
The first chapter is going to be a bit steamy here. Skip to the first border if you want to avoid it.
Thanks.
Natasha closes her eyes as she lays on her pillow. She's forgotten about her day for the first time in a week and completely in the moment. Those teasing fingers of her husband are careful with every move, the opposite hand latched firmly onto her hips to ensure that she remains perfectly still.
She dare not move underneath his firm and secure hold regardless, enjoying an opportunity to let her guard down with complete trust in his every touch, kiss, caress and whisper.
Bruce Banner's attention to detail serves to be her undoing- as usual. No one else reads her the way he does, in and out of the bedroom. He knows the coffee she wants every Friday morning specifically, the way the blinds need to be shut every night not for light but because it makes her feel safe. Every crease in her brow and twitch in her fingers means something different. He often wonders if she's picked up on the same.
The physicist seems to have muscle memory when it comes to touching his wife, knowing exactly what she wants at any given moment. He misinterprets once in a while, like when he tried to touch a scar over her rib cage. The passive aggressive two week argument ensured it would never happen again. It seemed so petty looking back. Especially when her story ended up being more embarrassing than anything extremely serious.
Natasha is currently riding a high on this warm summer evening, his fingers finding and stroking just the right spot while his talented lips and tongue stay busy tasting every inch of her. She's dizzy and she knows he's watching for her every reaction. Her lower back arches up to meet his tongue and the tips of his teasing contact;
"Vrach!"
He hums against her with a satisfied grin, content over the way he can make her unravel. His tongue is flicking harder now that he knows she's invested.
The way she's writhing only encourages him to continue. Her yelping noises are doing nothing for his pulsing member. He wants her but he can wait, he's the master of self-control after all.
Natasha's nails find Bruce's shoulder and move up to grab a handful of his curls. She pulls a little harder to illicit a deep-throated groan from the emotional man. Natasha's voice is cracking when she looks down to find his eyes;
"Come here! Now!"
He likes how it feels when she pulls. Bruce groans with one more lap over her and follows her direction to lay beside her. Natasha cups his cheeks with their day old stubble and straddles her hips over his.
Letting her take over is never all fun and games for the nervous physicist. And the way she pins his arms above his head causes his emotional wall to start go up.
Bruce can't hide the fact that he wants her even if he's trying not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's unraveling him just the same. After a month apart he's happy to have time with her.
Natasha nuzzles the side of his neck and bites his earlobe as she sinks herself onto him. He moans;
"Can I move my hands now."
He won't stop asking and she knows it. Natasha consents with a nod and a seductive 'yes'. Bruce loves her too much not to constantly worry about hurting her and his hands give him more control.
Natasha is blushing, for as much as she wants to tease him back she loves how his hands feel over her body.
They're kissing now, drinking each other down breathlessly. She can taste herself on his tongue and those thick lips. His fingers are gently holding her hair while hers dig into his flesh. Her purr and stronger grip signal that she wants him to get rougher.
His teeth find her neck with a nip and growl. She finds him irresistible when he starts to lose control, consenting to a firm gripping hold over her neck. She claws, he kisses. He pulls back a bit, cautious at first;
"Is this okay?"
Natasha has a thought to check in on his primal side, watching his neck and eyes for flickering shades of green. It's a sign that tells her to ease up a bit, hand searching for his heartbeat.
The anti-hulk serum he shot himself with hours earlier has never once let them down. But she can't help but check. It's not her favorite thing in the world and if he could avoid it all together she'd feel much better. Because the drug is Bruce's safety net, she leaves him alone about it. They've argued about it before and with all of his modifications to appease the redhead there's no point in arguing further.
After ensuring he's okay she goes in for his jugular to bite back, and hard;
"Don't stop."
He wants to pin her in response but not before he gets sappy.
"Tasha, I love you," he moans with his nickname for her. She whispers in her own language, soft and reassuring to remind him that he is loved.
And just like that the telephone rings. Bruce feels like screaming but latches back onto her mouth instead.
They're both on edge and she groans herself over the frustrating interruption that immediately pulls her out of their intimate moment;
"Zhopu porvu margala vikoliu!"
His eyes widen as they pause in their movement. He doesn't need to understand every word to know that she's angry;
"That didn't sound...happy."
Natasha closes her eyes and tries to ignore, sighing when Alex starts to bark over the phone ringing. Her head falls, the sweat on her forehead meeting that on his chest when they groan with equal agitation.
"I should answer that."
"I can get it-."
"You'll break it, Vrach."
"I'm not as angry as you are."
She glares back over his response.
He shrugs, eyes shutting tight as he helps her move from off of him;
"Don't move, Bruce. I'll be right back."
Natasha grabs her silk purple robe, scolds her screaming dog and addresses the ringing device in the kitchen.
"What, Fury. Can this wait-...okay. I'm all ears."
And now Bruce is getting angry. He tugs the blanket from his waist up to his shoulder and then above his head. It's always work. If it's not her device going off at the worst possible moment, it's his. After being away from her for so long between their chaotic year and the constant missions she's had since, he's starting to lose his mind.
He hears her step back into the room, she whispers,
"Bruce?"
He reveals his eyes, red, tired, and full of desire for his wife.
She smirks over his eyeballs and adjusts his hair, "I have to prep for a mission."
"Now?"
"Yeah."
"...Okay."
"Okay?!"
"Yeah. Okay,' he sits up with a swallow, ready to help as he searches for his pants, 'What do you need? Your uniform is in the living room, still drying from yesterday-."
"Ugh, stop. It's not until tomorrow afternoon,' she rolls her eyes, 'I was just testing you. I wanted to see what you'd do."
"And?"
"And you passed. So, maybe we can pick up where we left off? Before the phone started ringing and interrupting our moment?"
Banner is far more eager for her to return to his arms than to be mad over the idea of being 'tested'. Even if after everything they've been through, her lack of trust joking or not is definitely a trigger.
He ignores it tonight because she'll be off again soon. And a night of what feels like inevitably arguing doesn't sound appealing. So he throws the blanket and reaches for her waist instead;
"Yes please! Come here!"
Natasha giggles like a teenager over his eagerness to flip her underneath him. She bites her lip with a playful chuckle as her arms held firmly around his neck;
"Who put you in charge?"
The smell of a strong cup of coffee wakes Natasha from her deep sleep, comfortable in one of Banner's gray t-shirts. She tugs the bottom hem, opposite hand caught in her red hair as she stumbles into the kitchen;
"You made breakfast?"
He offers her a smile and slips a stack of two waffles in her direction;
"There's plenty more."
Romanoff sleepily pets Alex's head and sits on the barstool at their island, pleasurably sore from their intimate encounter the night prior.
She taps the marble countertop with her almond fingernails, humming contently over his surprise kiss.
He smells like his shampoo and shaving cream. Her eyes locate a few hickeys currently situated on the left side of his jugular; a deep purple bruise in the middle. It'll fade by the evening with all of his healing perks, but she's proud of it nevertheless.
Natasha takes up her fork and stabs at her meal, "Are you going to eat with me?"
"I have an early start but, I'll sit for a bit."
Bruce settles beside her, Alex's head laying in his knee as his tail thumps in a furious rhythm up against the island.
Natasha forces a bite to remain in her mouth, excessively chewy for her taste. He catches her action and swaps her plate with another;
"Sorry, this one has the eggs."
"Oh,' she takes a bite, 'Yeah, that's much better. Did Izabella tell you she wants to go vegan now?"
"She mentioned it. I didn't think she was serious about it," he plays with Alex's ears, watching the dog melt over a decent scratch.
Natasha rolls her eyes and points her fork, "If you got a carrot tattooed on your ass, she'd want one to match. Notice she's wearing a bit more purple?"
"It's her favorite color...?"
Natasha smirks sarcastically, "No. It's yours."
"What's your point?"
Her shoulder lifts, "I'd polish off your dancing shoes in case she invites you to father-daughter dinner at school."
"That's not a thing."
"Could be."
He crosses his arms, "Are you jealous? That she likes me more?"
Natasha twists her fork, biting the prongs, "Are you jealous? Maybe over the fact that Garrett calls me 'Auntie' but you're still 'Dr. Banner'."
He scoffs, "Because he respects me."
"Uh huh."
"Look; The second Clint and Laura adopted Garrett I knew that kid would bond with you…that was a give in."
"Violet likes me better."
"Yeah, well."
"And Galina, and Amelia-."
"Exactly! So why can't I have one kid like me a little more?," he laughs.
"Because Izabella is my favorite," she takes one final bite.
"Eh eh eh! No favorites. Kids pick up on that. We learned this...the hard way."
She leaves her plate in the sink and brushes off her hands. Her hips find his, straddling over him comfortably. Bruce runs his hands lazily up and down her back;
"I should go upstairs before Tony kills me."
Natasha hums, her arms around his neck, "I'll stop by the center to visit 'our kids' before I leave for my mission."
"Where to?"
"A drug lord in Mexico. Two days max."
He nods, eyebrows lowering, "Real quick, why'd you feel the need to drop that test last night?"
She scoffs, "It was a joke, Vrach."
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure."
His jaw twists, "Because I love you, a lot and I, you know-."
The redhead reaches to tug his curls, "I know. It wasn't a big deal, don't read into it."
"That's, kinda my job? To read into things?"
With a deep guttural moan she pecks his lips, "Go to work so I can prepare for my mission. I'll call you after I leave the center. Thanks for the coffee."
"I love you. Be safe."
She smiles.
"Anna!"
Tony scrambles, currently being screamed at by Pepper as the twosome search the floor.
Bruce enters cautiously, hand on the door as he watches.
Tony explains first, "Bruce! I lost Antonia."
His eyes widen, "You. You what…"
Pepper is in a panic, sitting on her heels, "He left her alone! On the ground! I'm shaking, Antonia?!"
Stark grumbles, crawling on the ground to check underneath the desks, "It's not my fault!"
"It is! You're so irresponsible with her sometimes!"
"She runs off when I turn around!"
"She's a year and a half of course she runs!"
A loud thunk makes the group pause in their diligently searching the lab, immediate silence to follow. Tony scrambles to the cabinet first and located his daughter playing with the office supplies inside of it. The young toddler is way too proud of herself, oblivious as to why her dad scoops her up so lovingly and plants a million kisses on her cheek.
"Daddy!," she giggles.
Bruce shakes his head, reaching over Tony's shoulder to address the in her hands and carefully takes it away. He knows it's only a matter of time before the paper clip inevitably ends up in her mouth.
Pepper holds her heart, "Oh my baby. My poor baby, do you want 'mommy'?"
Tony protests, "No! It's my time with her."
"Tony-."
He addresses his daughter, "Who do you want to spend time with Anna? Mommy or daddy?"
She points, "Uncle!"
Bruce smirks, offering a goofy face that makes her laugh and quickly lowers his head due to the icy stare in Tony's eyes, "No, I said mommy or daddy. Pick one."
She quietly hugs her arms around him and plants a wet kiss on his cheek.
Pepper shakes her head, "There's no way I'm leaving her with you, it's a three hour meeting-."
"She got into one cabinet, Pep. It's not the end of the world. All the toxic ones are locked, no harm done."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Go tug on them yourself."
"You'll keep the door closed?"
"Yes. It's okay, just go to your business meeting, I've got her."
"Tony…"
"Trust me with my daughter, please!"
"Alright,' she sighs, rubbing Antonia's back, 'I'm sorry, I just panicked."
He sighs next, hugging Pepper from the side, "Yeah me too. But I've got her, okay? I promise I've got her."
"Alright,' she kisses her husband and her daughter next, 'She has a red gown upstairs for the gala later."
Tony nuzzles her small cheek, "Perfect! We'll be sure to share a chocolate ice cream as soon as she's dressed and ready."
"Ugh, no. Maybe Natasha can help her change?"
Bruce barely looks up as he puts on his glasses, recalling the big event he and Tony are presenting at later, "Um...she's on a mission."
Tony pauses, his eyes narrow, "Again? Really?"
"For how long," Pepper asks.
"She told me two days."
"So seventeen…," Tony mumbles. Bruce shrugs it off.
Pepper scratches her head and eyes her daughter, "Oh, well maybe Jane can do Anna's hair and get her ready."
Tony rolls his eyes, "Again! Trust me with my daughter! I can put a bow in her hair."
Pepper laughs, "Alright, alright! I love you, both of you."
Antonia blows her mom a kiss, squirming to be free. Tony shifts his daughter up over his shoulders to make her laugh, mumbling once Pepper leaves;
"You realize this is the third project reveal Natasha's missed-."
Bruce grins nervously, "I barely remember you mentioning this one, it's not her fault."
"I'm just saying; this is kinda your thing, it's a big deal for you. It's the O.G 'Golightly' on steroids. Is she mad at you-,' he gasps, 'Wait! Did you finally tell her about Betty's doppelgänger that you almost made out with back in-."
"No I didn't! Tasha's happy and it's not a big deal. We're fine. We're great. Let's just focus on the dimension research-."
"For Betty-."
"For us to help Izabella with her abilities," Bruce tiredly corrects for the hundredth time.
Tony reaches for and throws Banner's buzzing phone in his direction, "Heads up."
He catches it, scrolling through with his glasses on to read Natasha's message. It's not a phone call but at least she's fulfilled her promise of contacting him before shutting down the device;
'Boarding a flight. Need to shut my phone for the rest of the mission'
He sighs, checking the screen in front of him to track a test his already mid project on. He taps his phone and write her back quickly;
'Love you'
It rings next, displaying the name of an agent currently supervising the meta kids;
"Tony? I gotta take this."
"Center?"
"Yeah-."
"Another adoption?"
"Maybe. Don't touch my program!," he answers and slips into his section of the lab, shutting the door to his private office.
"I won't! Chillax bro," Stark releases his daughter to play on the ground with a toddler proof robot he's created for her.
"Olaf," she squeals.
Tony laughs, "Ha! I love you, I do. But I already made her pink against my wishes. So no, you're not naming it Olaf."
"Olaf!"
She has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger. Whatever Antonia wants she gets.
"Okay, I know you're cute…Fine. Fine! You win," he caves, crouching to watch her play with his creation. He loves her to pieces and he'd do anything for his little girl...even agree to naming her personal artificial intelligence the dreaded 'Olaf' if it makes her happy.