Avengers x Reader - 7 Minutes in Heaven ~ Bruce

“Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Bruce” – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader

The item you retrieved from the bag confused you… It was an action figure, G.I Joe or something like that, with no shirt, and its stomach was coloured in… the ink that was used discoloured the skin, turning it a rather vile dark brown colour.
“Tony, what the hell is this…?” you asked, passing the action figure to him.  He took it with a smirk.
“Bruce honey~,” Tony sang with a wide smirk,
“What is it, darling?” Bruce replied, slightly more monotone when compared to Tony.  The brunette scientist walked over to the two of you.  Tony threw the toy at Bruce,
“The permanent marker didn’t work as well as we thought it would…” he said, turning to a clearly disappointed Clint.  He then turned his attention back to you and Bruce, “Oh well, in the closet for both of you!” he said, pushing you both towards the open door.
“H-hey, wait a-,” Bruce tried to say, before he was cut off by the slamming door.

The closet was slightly bigger than you had thought it would be, and considering Bruce was staying pretty close to one side of the closet, it seemed even bigger.  Speaking of Bruce, he stood, rather nervously, murmuring to himself.  Your brows furrowed,
“Hey, Bruce…” you called, gently touching his shoulder, didn’t answer. “Are you feeling alright, Bruce?” His muscles tensed, and he was breathing unusually deeply,
“I’ve had an issue with confined spaces before… I told Tony that before the game started, but… well apparently he didn’t listen to me…”Bruce laughed anxiously.  You gave the man beside you a sad smile; this definitely was not a comfortable place for Bruce… You reached for your phone and turned on the ‘flashlight’ before placing it on a shelf above your heads,
“Well… at least we have light…” you said, feeling like a fish out of water.  Bruce nodded, looking up to the phone before busying his eyes with the objects around the two of you.  He really didn’t like the small space… a guilt filled lump caught in your throat, if you hadn’t agreed to this, then he wouldn’t be feeling quite to antsy…  “Is there anything I can do…?” you said, tugging awkwardly on your hair. He chuckled,
“No, not really…” his eyes met with yours for a moment before he forced himself to look away. Seeing Bruce like this was painful.  He was never the ‘life of the party’, and let’s face facts, when compared to Tony, Clint or Thor, everyone was quiet… However, Bruce’s quietness and… history… made people approach him differently than they would if it was anyone else, but you never had felt that way.  You loved his mind, personality, and even his long winded explanations and conversations, even if you never completely understood what he was saying… Your heart began racing… Why? A soft blush was probably covering your cheeks as well… You rubbed your neck and looked away when a memory of your childhood suddenly flashed before your eyes. That was how you could help!
“Okay, come here…” you said, taking a hold of his hands, he looked at you questioningly. You smiled and placed your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the floor with you.
“(N-Name)?” he asked, clearly confused.  You giggled at your own brashness; you probably seemed completely crazy with the sudden attitude change.
“I was kind of a stressed child… My mum use to do this whenever I was anxious or nervous about something that was completely ridiculous…” you said with a smile.  Bruce chuckled softly.  Good, he was calming down a little… “Okay, sit with your back flat against the wall and close your eyes,” he did as you had asked. 

You blew of the tips of your fingers, hoping to warm them up, before gently placing your hands on his neck.  The physical contact made him jump a little, and caused him to open his eyes, however, after you coaxed him back into a state of semi-relaxedness, you started again.  You leaned over Bruce’s legs and gently began to massage his shoulders, initially he was tense, but as time passed, he became more relaxed.
“Breathe slowly… In, and out…” Bruce smiled slightly,
“It isn’t the first time I’ve heard that.” He commented, opening his eyes.  You pouted and covered his eyes with your hand,
“Eyes closed!” you ordered a wide grin covering your face. “Clear your mind.” Bruce sighed and obeyed once again.  You moved your hands to his temples and moved your thumbs in small, soothing circles, “and imagine yourself somewhere calm, somewhere peaceful,”
“Like Harlem?” he said with a half laugh.  You groaned and dropped your hands from his temples. “Sorry…” he said quickly. “Go ahead… I’ll be good, I promise,” he said with an apologetic smile. Your (e/c) eyes moved to his,
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You both smiled at each other before your hands moved back to his temples.
“Now, please do everything I said before, but without a smartass comment, okay?” you asked with a wide grin.
“Okay,” he answered with a smile that mirrored your own.   Your thumbs began to move in circles again, gently massaging his temples,
“Focus on the way the light moves and reflects on your surroundings… the sounds of the world around you, the scent of the air… the temperature of the air on your skin…”  Your hands moved back to his now completely relaxed shoulders, “Where are you…?” you asked while caressing his shoulders a little firmer than before.
“In a closet in Stark Tower…” again you removed your hands from his shoulders, only this time you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Bruce, you promised.” You said, moving away from him. When his eyes opened and met with your own, you chose to, rather childishly, look away and pout. 

You could feel his eyes on you, scanning your form, silently assessing you… or, that was how it seemed to you.  Bruce’s warm hand moved to your knee; your eyes quickly snapped to him,
“You told me to imagine somewhere calm and peaceful…” his gaze lowered for a moment, “since The Other Guy entered my life I’ve had very few places where I felt calm…” his hand moved to your flushed cheek.  “Do you want to know what I was imagining?” his gaze moved back to meet your own, causing your cheeks to colour more than it already was.  You nodded, absentmindedly.

He looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath, trying to order his thoughts. 
“The torch above our heads threw a light on you that almost mimicked moonlight… it reflected on your (h/c) hair which caused an almost halo-like effect to surround your head…” your eyes widened and a soft tingle ran down your spine.  Bruce’s eyes moved back to you. “Your voice cut through the utterly unbearable silence, guiding me through the darkness of my mind…” his hand moved nervously to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “The scent of your perfume was a welcomed break from the haze of the alcohol from earlier tonight…” one of your hands moved to rest on his chest while the other traced over his cheek, “the air was cold, but the warmth of your hands sent a warmth radiating through me…” by this time he had pretty much pulled you onto his lap, his hand tightened around you as the other tangled itself in your hair. Your fingertips gently ran over his bottom lip before he pulled you into a soft kiss. 

A warm tingle crept across your skin.  The kiss was… absolutely perfect.  Bruce wasn’t overbearing, nor was he stagnant and boring.  His lips moved against yours gently at first, but he gradually deepened the kiss, tracing his surprisingly skilled tongue across your lower lip, asking for permission, which you freely gave.  You shifted awkwardly, the floor suddenly becoming all too uncomfortable, and decided to move to sit completely on Bruce’s lap.  As the small space between you and Bruce closed, and heated up, you felt completely and utterly incapable of controlling yourself.  Bruce apparently felt the same way because his hands moved over your sides restlessly, and his lips moved from your own to gently kiss and suck on your neck and collar bone.  You lifted yourself to straddle his hips and ran your hands down his chest. A soft, short moan escaping your lips as he nibbled on a tender piece of flesh.  But as soon as the pleasant feeling entered your body, it left, as Bruce suddenly pulled away,
“(Name)…” Bruce whispered into your ear.  He pulled away, and his eyes moved to the door. Your brows furrowed, and you turned to follow his gaze.

Tony stood with a wide grin on his face, holding his phone’s camera pointed directly at you and Bruce.  Your mouth fell open, and you were about to move to chase down the billionaire, but Bruce’s hold on your hips prevented you from moving,
“Don’t encourage him or react and he’ll lose interest…” he said, just above a whisper. Tony’s smirk grew,
“Oh really now?” he asked mischievously. The Billionaire turned the camera on himself. “Well, it appears that Brucey won’t be getting laid tonight Ladies and Gents...” He said before shutting off the phone, he then called looked over his shoulder, “J.A.R.V.I.S. initiate protocol B.M.1.” before turning and leaving you alone again in the closet.  Your brows furrowed before you turned back to Bruce.
“B.M.1.?” you asked.
“Black Mail, protocol 1…” Bruce murmured with a pained look.  You bit your lip and glared in Tony’s direction.  A sudden buzzing above your head caught your attention; both you and Bruce looked up as your phone fell directly onto your head.  You rubbed the sore spot the phone had left and unlocked the screen.  A video of you and Bruce started playing; you looked at all the websites the video was linked to… Facebook, Twitter, Youtube… even Tony’s personal website had a video of you and Bruce making-out on it!  You stared wide-eyed a the small screen before pulling yourself off of Bruce to hunt down, torture and murder a certain billionaire, play-boy, philanthropist.  Just before you left the closet you quickly turned and kissed Bruce’s forehead,
“I promise that starting tomorrow I’ll ignore Tony, but tonight, he is got to pay.” You growled.  Bruce chuckled softly as he watched you leave.