Bruce, calming/preventing a code green

Anonymous asked: "Can you write a corXbruce drabble? Where they are locked in a enclosed space and she has to keep him from going code green. And one of them ends up confessiong feelings? Thank you :) you are the best!"

It's the clanging and shattering of lab equipment that makes Corinne whip around.

Bruce is drawn into himself, visibly convulsing.

"Bruce!" She hurries over but hovers, unsure. As much as she wants to be close, she doesn't want to trigger him unnecessarily. "Is this a code green?"

His head nods jerkily.

"Okay…" She can hear her heart beat thumping loudly in her ears. "Let's get you to the chamber. FRIDAY?"

"I am sending an elevator up. It should be ready for you in a few moments and will send you directly to the chamber."

"Thanks," she says distractedly, "Bruce?"

Bruce is still shaking as he inches towards the elevator, head bobbing. His inability to speak is nerving. What could have made him like this, barely able to reel it in?

They get into the elevator and to the room soon enough. The ride there is tense. The confined space didn't help either. Bruce was so out of it that Corinne knew he only vaguely registered her presence.

As they approach the thick glass chamber, he finally looks at her in the eye.

"What are you doing?" Horror mingles with the concentrated look in his eyes. "You need to get away from me, please."

Corinne realizes that as he went in, she had followed. "I'm staying with you."

"You can't-Argh!" A particularly violent wave hits him. Corinne immediately goes all the way in and shuts the door. The reinforcements whir and click into place with finality. Bruce shudders as he shakes his head at her. He has a frenzied gaze as he backs away. "This isn't happening again, it can't, please just go. I can't have y-you hurt."

"I have a shield layer on me right now, and I can make more if I need to." She follows him again, this time joining him on the floor. He had slumped forward and curled into a ball. "I'm here for you."

"Please stay away." Bruce whispers hoarsely.

Corinne hums and adjusts his lopsided glasses. They got messed up in their rush to get here. Gently, she takes his hand and traces invisible shapes with her finger.

"What…"

"I trust you." Corinne replies simply, stopping her humming. "Trust me on this too."

The deliberate touch of her finger on his palm slightly quells the urge. It's distracting enough, but doesn't overstimulate him either. Combined with her melodic humming, it's…tranquil.

It takes a long time until his breathing slows and the tension dissipates from his body. But it's not too bad…almost enjoyable. Usually when he had to stop the other guy, he had to do it alone. It's just how it is. Now that he had had someone else help him through it, he found himself not minding the idea for the future.

"Thank you." He murmurs softly. Corinne is still drawing with her finger but he doesn't stop her. The motion is soothing and he'd be lying if he said he hated the closeness. "I don't know what you did there, but it was…nice."

"Of course," she smiles and his heart stutters a bit, "I was just winging it. Maybe it'll work next time if you do it to yourself? If I'm not there."

"The other guy could have killed you in here." He almost chastises as the thought makes his heart skip a beat. "I don't ever want you hurt by me."

"I don't want you to hurt either." She replies easily.

The terror and urgency is gone, and is replaced by a relaxed atmosphere. The two of them feel connected somehow after the close call. Bruce and Corinne realize their proximity.

"You should try it." Corinne's face is flushed red, but she doesn't back away. Neither does he. Their faces gravitate towards each other. "Shapes, letters, random things…"

He nods minutely, and takes her hand. Slowly, almost intimately, he traces his own imaginary lines on her palm.

Corinne watches his ministrations. There's a pattern here, something he's repeating…She gasps quietly when she realizes what it is.

"Do you really…" She looks up at him uncertainly.

His eyes flicker down to her lips before meeting her gaze again. Bruce nods.

Her finger touches his palm again. Bruce watches with rapt attention was she writes her message.

Me too.

Their lips nearly meet at the same time. It's gentle but no less affectionate. His head is bowed as his hands hold her face. Her hands interlace at the back of his neck, slightly pulling him down.

He feels elated and floaty. With each brush and press of their lips he is awed by getting to kiss her. Bruce feels so content that he would be more than happy to stay like this forever.

Soon enough, the other pent up feelings they have had for each other makes themselves known.

The other guy is so excited by this development that Bruce almost fears he has to fight back again.

But now he won't have to do it alone.