Bruce was staring through a microscope when he caught her scent. Barging through the door she was all fury and red lips. He blue eyes flashed as he looked at her.
It was the same every time. The fine edge of rage would blur with lust.
He wanted her. Every second of every day he wanted her. Since the moment she had walked in and looked at him before calling him Dr Mean Green with a smile so wicked he couldn't help but return it.
Rage was his friend. His coping mechanism. The only reason he could keep the other guy in the cage.
She threatened that. With her every movement, her every touch, her every look. The sight of her made his pulse race.
There was no explanation for it. She was the opposite of everything Bruce had ever wanted. The opposite of Betty. Sweet, quite, soft spoken, serene Betty.
Darcy was brash and abrasive. She was in your face and her laugh was shrill. Everything about her was designed to make a man take notice.
And he noticed. He noticed from the moment she walked in and hadn't been able to think about much else. His experiments where at a stand still. He couldn't seem to solve a freaking sodoku puzzle without thinking about her lips.
Worse still was how he found himself drawn to her. Doing things he knew were wrong. As if he wasn't the poster child for rage issues he was also older than her by a large enough amount to put him into creepy territory.
There were a thousand reasons this was an epically bad idea and yet he found himself pulled towards her. Like her gravity was stronger than his own. Like she was a black hole and there was nothing he could do to escape.
That was why he had asked Agent Smith to replace her. He couldn't be around her anymore. He needed to get back to his work.
Back to the razors edge of rage that kept him able to be a part of the team. Kept him able to move forward in his experiments.
He didn't have time for some hurricane of a woman to come in here and throw him off the tracks.
"You can't fire me." Bruce looked up from the stack of papers he had been searching through. "You can't fire me because I quit."
"I wasn't firing you. I just think we aren't a good fit." He tried to focus on the work. He couldn't get pulled in by her again.
"You're just a coward."
He turned at the word. The anger bubbling up towards his breaking point. He got out of the seat and stormed to her, grabbing her arms as her mouth opened in a shocked gasp.
"Are you scared? You should be." His voice was dark and held a hint of gravel. He was close to the edge. "We aren't talking about a broken heart. Or a bad date. I'm a monster. This isn't some metaphor. I am really and truly a monster."
"Crap! You choose to see yourself that way because it makes it easier." She watched as Bruce let his skin tint green and she knew he was trying to scare her. She refused to back down. She leaned forward while his hands tightened on her arms. She was going to be bruised but it didn't stop her.
He roared. A low dangerous sound that would make most men run on the other direction but Darcy just smiled. This wasn't Bruce loosing control. This was purely a scare tactic and Darcy was past the point of fear. She could only feel her need for him. The tickle of butterflies in her stomach had all taken flight and turned into a storm.
She could smell him, feel him, God she wanted to taste him. She licked her lips in anticipation and waited.
"Dammit Darcy!" The words were barely human and sent a chill dawn Darcy's spine. She knew it should have been a warning but that wasn't how her body reacted. She leaned further. Pushing up on her toes until her lips brushed his.
At the contact Bruce's resolve snapped. The line between rage a lust blurring as his mouth opened and her tongue slipped in. The taste of coffee and cinnamon blending together in a way that he knew he would always crave.
He released her arms and wrapped them around her. Crushing her to his chest as her arms went around his neck. One hand tangling in his hair pulling it to point of pain.
He growled again. Against her lips. The other guy dangerously close to the surface and tried to pull back only for her to jump up and wrap her legs around him. His hand instinctually going to her bottom. Pulling her closer.
He felt the ripple of anger that was his constant companion shift. A weird, comforting warmth instead of white hot heat of the rage. He could feel the other guy under the surface but he wasn't fighting to break free. He was content.
The Hulk. The rage monster that had ruled his world was silent. There was no roaring in his ears.
He couldn't think about it though because Darcy was moaning. Blunt nails digging into his shoulders. He pulled back to breath and her red lipstick was smeared across her mouth and he thought it was without a doubt the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
The blood was rushing through his body. His heart beating so loudly it was like a drum in his ears. He took a deep breathe trying to calm himself and his was brain was flooded with her scent.
"Bruce?" his voice was a whisper on her lips and he loved the way it sounded. He wondered if she would whisper his name when he buried himself inside her. Or would she scream? Would she scream and claw and fight for control?
He spun them around. Slamming her back into the wall hard enough to make her gasp again. He released his hold on her and let her them slip down only to grab the slit on her skirt and tear it. A leer titled his lips. Gone was the nervous scientist, the shy genius.
There was only Bruce. Pure, raw man.
Darcy's heart sped up even further. She felt a rush of heat pool low in her core. The tug of desire. She removed her hand from his neck and grabbed the front of his shirt. She pulled at the buttons, smiling as they were torn from the fabric, bouncing all over the floor.
She ran her nails across his newly exposed skin loving the way his fingers tightened on her hips.
He knew he should be stopping her but his brain couldn't function beyond his need to have her naked skin against his. He grabbed her blouse. Tearing it away. Unhooking her bra and exposing her breast to his greedy gaze. She pressed his body up against him. His lips on her neck. Trailing hard kisses down her neck. Kisses that would leave marks and she loved the idea that he was marking her.
There would be no taking this back. No pretending it didn't happen.
"Please just take me." Bruce snarled. Shedding the rest of his clothes as he pulled her to the floor. Reaching as hand between he legs and tearing her panties off. He sunk a finger deep inside her wet core smiling at the puddle of moisture he found there.
There was no preamble. No wooing or gentle preparations.
He sunk into her. His hips pressing into the floor as her legs wrapped around him. Pulling him down onto her. She screamed his name and he smiled. He liked her better loud. She should never whisper.
"Harder." He changed his mind. It was fine if she whispered. It was fantastic. It was amazing. Everything about her was perfection.
He pressed her into the carpet.
There was a tiny voice in his head that told him to be gentle but it was drowned out by her cries of pleasure. By her nails digging into his back. By the taste of her salty skin on his tongue.
He pushed deeper. Harder and harder, In and out and she moaned louder as her breath hitched. Her eyes closed tightly and she threw her head back. He watched as she fell apart. Her muscles contracting around him and he howled. Load and ear splitting and followed her off the cliff.
He wasn't sure if he hovered over her for a minute or an hour. Watching her. As the muscled twitched in his arms he fell to the side. Pulling a nearly boneless Darcy with him. He reached behind himself and pulled his lab coat down from the chair and over them as she snuggled closer into his side.
"I locked the doors Dr Banner" Bruce twitched at the gentle tone of the AI.
"Thank you Jarvis." He mumbled the words.
"You're awesome Jarvis." Darcy's words were slurred.
"Thank you Miss Lewis."
"You're not so bad either Dr Banner." Bruce laughed darkly his hand rubbed slow circles in the small of her back. "I still quit." She smiled at him. "Coulson is crazy about fraternization. Okay not really but I'll never be able to be in this lab again without wanting to rip your clothes off and that is going to make filing scienecy stuff really hard."
"This is a ….."
She cut him off. Knowing exactly where that thought was going. "Don't make me call you a coward again. I'm not quite ready for your response just yet. Give me a few minutes though and we can try this again." She yawned widely. "Okay maybe more than a few minutes but I will totally call you out again. And again. And again."
"Okay?" She offered him a hopeful smile.
"No more running?"
"There is one condition." He kissed her hair. Pulling her closer. "Never risk yourself. Never. The other guy won't care about this. Won't care about how I feel."
A tiny giggle escaped her lip. "You are positively adorable. Seriously too cute for words."
"I need your word."
"You really don't know?" She pushed back slightly to be able to look at him. "The big guy loves me. Seriously how did Tony not tell you?" She shook her head in disbelief. "He brought me flowers. After your last mission he came back here with flowers for me. Something about red being pretty. It was hard to understand him with the stutter." She laughed at his shocked look. "Yeah shy like a school boy. Lets face it, I'm awesome. I turn rage monsters into big puppies and shy geniuses into insatiable monsters of lust."
"Pure awesomeness. Never doubt it again."
"I never did." he kissed her gently on the lips and pulled her closer. He should be asking more questions about the other guy. He barely tolerated the team. He would have never thought he might care for someone but then again Darcy wasn't just someone. If he thought about he might wonder if he was falling in love with her. He might wonder how he ever thought he was going to function without her.
Luckily he didn't have to figure that out now.
This might be a one time thing or I might have just gotten sucked into a new ship hole! Only time will tell.
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