"Sounds Like A Plan," Bruce Agreed Dryly, Pulling On A Pair Of Pants And Crossing The Room To Kiss Her.

"Sounds like a plan," Bruce agreed dryly, pulling on a pair of pants and crossing the room to kiss her. "I'll worry regardless of what you tell me to do, but I also trust you to take care of yourself." Bruce smiled sadly. "I'll see you soon. I promise."

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce laughed, wrapping one arm around her and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Good morning," he replied, pulling her close. "It's crazy, you know? How beautiful you look in the morning." He shut his eyes and made a small humming noise into her hair.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Give ♥ this ♥ to the ♥ twelve♥ nicest ♥ people ♥ you ♥ know ♥ if ♥ you ♥ get ♥ five ♥ back ♥ you ♥ must ♥ be ♥ perfect ♥

[[In a related story, the Mun has decided her gif fc for herself is Holland Roden. Because Holland Roden is perfect. The end.]]

Hulk frowned. "Banner angry. Banner upset. Hulk here to protect Banner from Angry Lady. Why Hulk let Angry Lady back in?" Hulk pressed his knuckles closer to the floor, letting his hands flatten out. He moved his hands so he could press his palms flat against the floor.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce tugged the sweatshirt on, zipping it up and dropping his head into his hands. He rubbed at his scalp, further messing up his hair.

"Holy hell," Bruce murmured. "Andie, I can't... We can't be around each other if you're going to lose control like that. That's dangerous."

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce sighed. "Hi. I'm... I'm fine, I'm fine. How are you? What's wrong?" Bruce stepped a little closer to the house, trying to get away from the sounds of the street. The Jeeps rolling by, the shouting people, the arguing children - it all made a distinct cacophony. His patient coughed inside the little house. "Andie? What's going on?"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?