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.
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.
Notes: Next chapter will appear Hulk. And Bruce…. Well, you will see. XD
P.D: This is my very first avenger fic, and Tony is a character that doesn´t come very naturally to me, so I will appreciate any advice you want to give. ^^
Eternal thanks to my beta reader Vida also known as ellie_elle , for such great work
Evil Hearts Can Love
Chapter 4- Near, So Very Near
"Bruce," -Tony said, the word muffled in the other man's rumpled shirt, his lips against the dirty cotton and the flesh beneath, almost close enough to be a kiss. -"You know this won't distract me, don't you?" He asked him, but did not sound so hurt anymore as he returned the hug greedily, starving for the warmth and love he hadn't had for far too long.
"I know," Bruce muttered knowingly. The words fell against hair as dark as coal and petroleum. He didn't say anything else, and vowed inside to keep silent on the issue no matter what. Mercifully, Tony didn't speak either.
It was like they were ravenous for each other after days of being apart, and now that they were in each other's arms again, none of them wanted to disrupt the quiet peacefulness.
And so, Bruce cradled the engineer, let himself soak the heat his lover gave off so freely and stored it inside for the long cold nights that were to come, for the time he wouldn't have him anymore.
He ignored the now silent and icy presence inside and the hate it exuded like some kind of poison he could feel was corroding his guts.
And allowed himself a kiss.
Softly pressed his lips to Tonys dark, unruly hair that smelled like motor oil, metal and sweat – that smelled like Tony. Bruce caught the aroma and cherished it, stored its specifics in his neurons with indelible, impossible to erase, ink. Not wanting to forget how Tony smelled. Since soon, memories were going to be, the only thing he was going to have left of the man.
Pain gnawed at his heart and he tightened the embrace, feeling the way their bodies fit together, so poorly and so perfectly at the same time.
Knew he had to let Tony go, was going to in a minute, but just for now… he held on; wanted to have him near one more moment, one more second.
It wasn't enough, but would have to be.
Bruce couldn't ask for more, not when it meant putting Tony in danger.
The engineer should have been as far away from this newborn monster as possible, because the things this creature would do to Tony if he got hold of him… Bruce wouldn'tallow them to happen.
That was why he had to go: to keep Tony safe.
Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't feel every agonic, lonely wound, leaving Tony was going to bring. The love he had for this man wouldn't disappear just because he wasn't there anymore.
This scorching thing was not like the quiet burning flame he had felt – he still, in a way, feels –for Betty. It was like Tony himself, like a little big bang; fire and explosions, and a creation force so violent it´s impossible to stop. It was unique and irreplaceable, and it wouldn't go away. EVER.
Breaking their relationship up would only make the wonder painful.
Even so, Bruce had been aware at the very start of their relationship, of the many dangerous variables he was bringing along. And the hope to keep this, that the progress with the Hulk had brought, hadn´t been enough to erase his sense of the inevitable.
Deep inside, he had known it was going to end, and the more he loved Tony, the harder it would be when the time to part came. He knew nothing good ever stayed with him for long. Even so, he couldn't regret the place the engineer had carved in his heart.
"Bruce," Tony began…when the Avengers alarm started blaring from the speakers in the laboratory.
"We should go." Bruce took all the love inside, withdrew from Tony, finally let him go. Put on his glasses, and together with them, the composed and calm facade he always wore.
Tony saw it for the armor it was, and wanted to argue, call Bruce back, but Clint chose that precise moment to show up on his way to the meeting point.
"Hey! You coming?"- Hawk asked from the open door.
And he lost his chance.
oOo
The creature they had been called to take on was again the dragon-like thing that had cursed them two weeks ago.
Its red scales glinted in the afternoon sun as it rampaged through a business street, breathing flames and coal, roaring, destroying surprisingly little for such a spectacular setting. Its large fangs and vicious looking claws denting walls and roofs, as the beast alternated between flying and climbing. People were yelling and running wildly, trying to get away from the fire and the beast. Cars had been destroyed, creating an impressive traffic jam of vehicles that simultaneously strained to go forward and backward, resulting in more smaller accidents.
It was pure chaos.
SHIELD agents were attempting to vacate the surroundings, but since it happened during one of the bushiest hours of the day, the amount of people involved was too big for it to be done quickly, and the Avengers were left with the additional obstacle of innocent people running around.
Still, this time they were at least prepared against further magic: Thor having brought some amulets weaved by his mother that he distributed between them, before they went to their positions.
The captain took charge of the situation easily enough after that.
Bruce stayed behind in the jet, watching the battle, but not joining in. The monster inside his mind laughed ravenously:
Afraid to let Hulk out, doctor Banner? Afraid of what I would do without him here to stop me?
Bruce remained silent, not rising to the provocation. But the questions were there in his mind, taunting.
oOo
Thor and Iron Man managed to injure its wings enough to make the beast drop to the ground, rampant and twisting like an enormous rabid bat. But the fall didn't accomplish anything more than further enraging it. It hissed, roared impossibly loud, and spat fire on the captain who protected himself and Natasha with his shield, until one of Clint's explosive arrows buried itself deep in its yellow malicious eye, and the river of flames stopped long enough for them to attack.
From the roof his nest was currently on, Hawkeye observed the beasts movements and directed their movements accordingly, to dodge the breathed flames.
Thor and Iron Man joined the fray only seconds later, attacking the beast from above, using thunder and electric blue colored charges. The beast was losing badly, distracted by more opponents than it could take on.
Then, out of nowhere, the monster started glowing golden. They all realized what it meant, and tensed, reading themselves to endure the magic wave that was coming their way.
To be continued