It's felt like a decade, not seeing or hearing from Bruce. After his disappearance in Sokovia nothing has been the same. The Avengers haven't been the same. To say that we were okay was an understatement, him leaving hit us hard. Its been hard for Tony and I, Tony lost his best man, his best friend. Partners in crime especially when it came to science, but the team wasn't worried about Tony. They were worried about me. Finding the news out from Natasha didn't make it any better. She knew that I had loved him for quite sometime, even loving his green side. Her breaking the news to me was probably one of the hardest things she's had to do.

I locked myself in my room only coming out to eat food and drink water. That was only stage one. Then stage two hit me hard like a punch to the face. My emotional was erratic, crying at every chance God threw at me. Stage three was difficult, trying to move on was difficult. It'd been months and months on end, Clint wanted me to get out of the tower. He arranged some date nights with me and a friend of his. It was a nice evening out, he was kind, smart, even played football in college. I remember leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table to pay for my own meal, slid out of my seat and told the guy 'You're no Bruce.' Never saw him again.

It wasn't until after the war between Steve and Tony did he come back. Typical of him, to jump back into our lives when times were rough. He came walking in through the front door with brown pants, and his go to purple shirt. Hair disheveled, and his step was faltered. I was in my room wearing one of his perfectly ironed dress shirts, the smell of him still there after all this time.

I was sitting cross legged on my bed trying to enjoy a tub of ice cream when a knock sounded from the door. I paused the movie I was watching and set the ice cream down on my nightstand. "Just a second!" I stumbled to get out of bed, almost tripping when my foot came in contact with the chair in the middle of the room. When I opened the door though that last person I thought I would see was Bruce. My breath hitched in my throat, our eyes locked on each other. It was like time seemed to stop, we were taking each other in, ever little detail.

"Hi." He mumbled, the tone in his voice was soft yet he seemed shocked. I narrowed my eyes at him, staring to feel the tears come. "Hi. Hi? That's all you have to say to me?"

"What do you want me to say?" Was he being serious right now? I turned away from him walking back into my room and sat at the edge of the bed. Bruce followed me in kneeling down beside me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Y/N." He dragged out hoping to get a response from me. I slapped his hand away and stood up, pacing around my room. Millions of thoughts were running through my mind all at once.

"Please say something." He stood in front of me, arms at his sides looking defeated.

"Bruce you-you left! You left without saying anything, you didn't say why! Natasha was the one who broke the news to me, seeing as how you were the last one she talked to. Why did you leave? Why?!" Tears fell from my eyes freely, never ceasing to end. He just stood there, eyes on the floor and arms crossed. "I had too leave."

"But, why?"

"To protect you." I scoffed, anger now filling my insides. To protect me? I sure as hell don't need protection and everyone here knows that. I can take care of myself.

"You know that I don't need to be protected, so why are you telling me that." He sighed and placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how to tell you his thoughts, his feelings.

"To protect you from me."

"Bruce you know that's a load of crap, I'm not afr-"

"The other guy Y/N! I can't protect you from him, I still can't control it." It was my turn to sigh now, I knew what he was reminiscing back to.

"I was fine, only a few cuts and a concussion." He snickered, an angry chuckle escaping his lips. "I hurt you."

"I was fine though, Bruce I don't blame you or the Hulk. I understand the consequences if I decide to take on the Hulk by myself."

"I wasn't fine Y/N! Don't you get that? I don't want to hurt you anymore, I can't walk around pretending that I'm okay even though I'm really not! I just need to stay away, but I can't." This only made me more angry, my hands were clenched into fists.

"So then leave, never come back here! I'm sick and tired of you always leaving me here to rot and to cry myself to sleep every night because you're gone. I almost moved on from you, but you came back into my life quicker than rabbit on steroids. I can't take it anymore with you leaving and you being here. I love you and it hurts, so much. The only pain here you are causing me, is emotional pain!" Realization hit me like a ton of bricks, his eyes looked up to me. His once hard brown eyes now soft.

"You love me?" His voice was hoarse, like he wasn't believing the words that just came out of my own mouth. Now he knows.

"Yeah." I looked down not being able to look at him, what have I done? "I love you too."

My head perked up and his confession, my heart rate picking up its pace. He loved me. "I've loved you ever since I met you Y/N. But I'm not good enough for you. I just kept my feelings in, but you always made it so hard."

"You are good enough for me, you're perfect. You're the guy any girl would dream of Bruce." What came next I wasn't ready for. His hands grabbed the sides of my face and his lips crashed with mine. Our lips moving in sync, my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me if possible. He released me and sucked in a deep breath. Our foreheads rested against eachother.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"Me too." I whispered, pulling him in for another kiss.

Okay yay this was my first Bruce imagine! How was it? I thought I did okay. But this was one of the requests from my drabble/idea chapter. WrongAdviser wanted a Bruce one so here it is. I don't know when I'll be able to do the next one, but hopefully its soon!!