So We Meet Again: For Him or For Me?
The room resonated with overbearing silence and a thickening tension. She was seated on his couch, long porcelain legs crossing over each other in a seductive manner. The action aided the smooth, black fabric of her dress to rise and stretch across her shapely thighs. A sharp, sudden pain struck him across his chest, causing him an unbearable sense of misery and guilt. She was here because of him. For him.
Because a once tolerable, respectable man abandoned a beautiful women in fear of his own demons. You should have got paid upfront Banner.
With an exasperated sigh, he runs an unstable hand through the salt and pepper curls that adorned his head.
"So, uh…are you here to convince me to come back, because you know where I stand on that Natasha. I can't jus-"
"Shut up Banner, you're starting to ramble." She offers him a fleeting smile as she slowly rolls herself up from the couch. This causes the once revealing dress to transform back into its somewhat modest length. He swallows thickly. "I actually came here for some advice."
Advice?
"Advice?" He gazes into a gorgeous shade of green. The shade of green he didn't fear of. "You traveled all the way to Calcutta, which if you haven't noticed, is located in India, to ask…for advice?"
She spares him another smile. These damn smiles…I suppose that she is oblivious to the weakening effect it poses on me.
"Well…I don't know if you've noticed, Mister Banner, but I consider you the smartest person I know."
"Even smarter than Tony?"
"Especially smarter than Tony." Natasha continues her earlier attempts to touch every morsel that was present in the small cottage that Bruce Banner called home. Suppose this was a coping mechanism. Perhaps this is what kept her eyes from greeting his. Because God knew that is she stared into those dark brown eyes that she would lose all types of motivation for being here. And she needed to be here. She couldn't handle it anymore.
"Well, since you are here; what can I help you with Natasha?"
She breathed in deeply as a flurry of thought swarmed her mind, suffocating it. Along with them were doubts and fears, but that didn't matter in the slightest. No, because the smaller part of her mind, the crazier part, screamed GO! And that was enough for her.
"So…there's this guy. He's a good man, 'cept he had a real knack of making you feel moronic every time you stood next to him." A slight chuckle escaped from her soft lips.
"Natasha-
"Not that there was much wrong with that; chicks dig dorks," she paused and took a few steps in his direction. "The thing is…he was afraid, or 'is' afraid. I wouldn't really know; I don't talk to him much now and days."
"Tasha-
"He's so afraid. So afraid that he ran away from the only gal who could probably sympathize with him the most."
"Nat." As he says this, he notices the lack of distance between them. What once was multiple feet, was reduced to a mere couple of inches. Her breath is soft and warm against his cheeks.
"He's been gone for a couple months now and I'm thinking of coming after him any day now," a step even closer. "But…when I see him again, should I be furious with him or should I kiss the wound better?"
His throat suddenly becomes dry. In addition to the warm tickles of her breath, the overall temperature of the shabby hut seems to jump, causing a light sweat to grace his forehead. Light, yet calloused hands reach for his. He makes an attempt to meet her eyes.
"Are you mad…at him that is?" That smile.
"I am enraged with him. I am practically filled with incandescence." This statement causes his heart to dance the two-step in the most unpleasant way possible. However, the delicate motion of porcelain fingers tracing his arm stop his heart all together.
"I-Incandescence?" That chuckle.
"C'mon Doc, you're a smart guy….keep up." That smirk.
"Yeah, I-I know what it means," a pause. "Perhaps…"
"Perhaps?" A step even closer. If that was even possible.
"Maybe this guy did love you- Soft hands appear on his waist, lightly grasping the sides of his button down.
"Hmm…he sure does have a funny way of showing." A soft head comes to rest it's self against his hard chest. The slightly warm room becomes filled with a current of sweltering heat causing him to feel moist. Her breath continues to trickle, but now across the exposed skin peaking from behind his shirt. As if it were against his will, because trust me, it was, his arms draped themselves across the small of her back. The position felt foreign, yet reassuring. Almost as if she were forgiving me.
"He was trying to protect you…doing what he thought was best." Natasha raises her head to meet his eyes.
What's best for me…or what's best for him?" There was beat, and then there were words.
"For the both of us, Natasha."
It was quick and neither would remember who had conducted it, but who fucking cared? Her lips were soft, yet they did everything but caress his. Her mouth moved in aggressive, jerky movements conveying the pent up anger and frustration that had strangled her mind for so many months now. Light pink hands turned alabaster white as the gripped onto the fabric of his shirt which such force and emotion. Bruce's arms pulled her waist in closer to his, rubbing soothing circles at the small of her back. He was the calm, while she was the storm…oh how the tables have turned. As time passed, passion followed. Rough harsh motions evolved into smooth passion filled strokes that represented Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff instead of Hulk and Black Widow.
Feeling like a million minutes later, they eventually separated; breaths heavy, hearts racing, and arms still gripping each other. With a thick breath, she looks up at him.
"This isn't, by any means, me forgiving you." His smile.
"I know."
"I'm still fucking pissed at you." His chuckle.
"I know."
And with that an unexpected clatter and knock comes from the grubby window. Along with the noise, a face appears….well…faces. One of those faces belonging to the one and only Tony Stark, accompanied by various other Avengers.
"You guys are so cute," comes the mumbled voice belonging to the Iron Man.
Bruce turns his head towards Natasha.
"Just you and me?"
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