The right partner (Steve x Reader) - Part 4
You were leaning on the desk in front of you, ready to tear every single hair from your head. You took in a deep breath. You felt like the solution was right in front of you. You just couldn’t see it.
Several minutes went by in which you contemplated everything you knew and everything you didn’t. Tony silently walked into the room, putting a plate of food and a glass of water next to you.
‘Come on,’ he whispered, ‘you need to eat.’
He took a seat beside you and took a sip of whatever was in his glass (probably not water).
‘I can eat later,’ you responded, shoving the plate of food away and pushing yourself from your seat. You walked through the lab, pacing back in forward, your arms crossed, trying to put the pieces together.
‘You won’t be much good to Steve if you’re starved, [Name]. At least drink something,’ Tony said, looking at you worriedly and pointing at your glass of water.
Drink, you thought, swall
Memories- Bruce x Reader Chap. 3Surprisingly Tony stayed out of your way for the next hour or so, allowing you and Bruce to discuss the best way to locate the Tesseract. Bruce had so many questions for you but now didn’t seem to be the best time to ask them so he settled for working with you and at times just watching you.
You were still just as beautiful to him as the day you’d met though your hair was shorter and your smile seemed to lack it’s usual brightness. He was wondering what you had been through that might have caused that when you sighed, leaning back to rub at your eyes, and then pulled out a pair of reading glasses.
His reading glasses.
Bruce came home from a two day science convention to your tiny, shared apartment, eager to be home with you. He opened the door to find you sitting in front of a large canvas, covered in paint smudges, with a frown on your face. You would sit for days once you hit your stride with a painting and Bruce just grinned, he loved to watch you
Memories- Bruce x Reader Chap. 1It was a beautiful day out on the campus of the California Institute of Technology and Bruce Banner couldn’t help but enjoy it, escaping from the lab for a bit to relish the warming rays of the sun and the light breeze. He was strolling in between the buildings when he spotted you.
You were struggling to keep hold of all your things, two sizable canvases under one arm, a clear tool box that seemed to be filled with art supplies filling its hand, a messenger bag with a mess of papers sticking out of it slung over the opposite shoulder, and, in your other hand, a carefully balanced tray of beakers and vials.
He tilted his head and gave a little grin at the sight before noticing a little too late that the lace of your neon green converse was untied. There was nothing he could do to save the breakers as the tray went crashing to the ground but he did manage to keep you from a what would have been a rather painful face plant, grasping your upper arm firmly.
You wobbled before regainin