I wrote a Bruce Banner ficlet. Glad it lead to an rp ❤ Here’s the fic.

   News only traveled fast if and when SHIELD wanted it to. It also only got passed down to those who needed to know and never any sooner unless Tony found himself wanting to root through the files because he was suspicious of Nick’s actions.

   This time though, there was no heads up and Bruce had found himself frozen in place. “Betty?” He murmured confused at first. His vision focused now that he had glasses and as fate would have it, Dr. Betty Ross was indeed on the other side of the glass door. Her conversation muted as she conversed with the wild card agent of SHIELD, Pat. 

   Still standing in place, Dr. Banner found himself flooded with an assortment of questions and feelings. Betty was here! She was live and standing on the other side of the door! Was she working with SHIELD? Why had no one said anything? Where had she been all this time? Did she even know he was there? 

   The conversation with between the two women ended with a flirtatious grin on the secret agent’s lips even after she turned and gave a wave over her shoulder. The door sliding open to reveal the two scientists to one another and it was made clear that the woman had been surprised to see her old flame standing on the other side.

   “Betty,” her name the only thing he could get out before the brunette moved her clipboard closer to herself while walking around the stunned medic. “Betty, wait!” 

   “I have work to do, Dr. Banner.” The sound of heels clicking against the steel grey floor echoing lightly as she pressed onward. The formality of using his title more than enough proof to show that she was still upset with him. “I’m also informed that you do as well so I suggest you get back to that.”

   “Please, Betty! Please wait,” Bruce begged as he at last found the strength to move his legs that felt as if the bones were as solid as jello. “I’m sorry, Betty! I’ve changed this time. I really have. Betty, just let me explain,” he pleaded.

   Stopping in place, the woman turned around to face her pursuer. “Explain what? How you let me down? You allowed the Hulk out. You did that and in doing so destroyed everything we had been working for.” Her gaze heated and barring down into Banner’s who flinched at the accusations. 

   “Yes, I let him out but I swear I only did it to protect everyone. To protect you.” Sympathy was still absent from that cold glare he was still receiving. “I thought the research lost wasn’t as important as lives.”

   “We lost everything we had been working for, Bruce. Everything!” The two so wrapped up in their spat that they did not notice the audience they had collected further down the hall. “You promised me that you had it under control.”

   “I did!” Bruce cried. “I had to stop them and the Hulk was the only way to do that.” The memory of seeing several of his old lab mates being gunned down by an unknown agency flashing behind his eyes. Their bodies riddled with bullet holes that gushed out fresh blood. The guns turned onto Betty and her father who would have been mowed down in the attack had Bruce not interfered just then. Bullets bouncing off Hulk’s flesh like raindrops and just as fatal. 

   Pink lips moved back to reveal perfectly white teeth that were clenched together long enough to make a tsk. “You killed people. You killed just as many as you saved, Bruce! My father nearly died because of you!” Long fingernails scratched against the back of the clipboard as the woman recalled the same event flashing through her ex’s mind.

   “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really am but Betty, please, you have give me another chance! I-I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about you and how sorry I am. Please-”

   “No, Bruce.” Her anger still showing even as the man before her was collapsing into a state of emotional relapse. “You’ve been nothing but trouble. I should have listened to my father when he said that you were not good enough for me. I’m done with you. I’m done with you and all your emotional bullshit.” 

   Shaken by every word and choking on the air his lungs so desperately craved, the gamma expert struggled to force out an endless apology that appeared to be lodged tightly in his esophagus. Tears running down his face to show his regret where words failed.

   “And if you cared for me at all, you’ll stay away from me.” The woman turning to walk away and ignoring the man she left behind yet again who collapsed to his knees, hand over his face as he cried into it. His sorrow and regret that he had been struggling to hide all this time pouring to the surface as he curled into himself, weight of the world seeming to rest squarely on him, compressing him into the emotional wreck he could not longer pretend to not be.

      “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “So sorry,” he struggled to repeat over and over. His audience still unknown to him as he could not longer see through the tears but even if he had known they were there, he would not have been able to hide his unstable emotions. His apology going on ignored by the still bitter Betty Ross.