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You walk through the SHIELD base, carrying the stack of files in your arms. You're searching the hall discreetly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dr. Banner. You heard he is visiting the base. You have run into him before and it seemed like he might be interested in you, but he had yet to ask you out. Now, someone bumps into you and you nearly trip. You turn to glare at the person's back, but they ignore you. You move to keep walking when you almost run headlong into someone else. Your heart beats wildly when you see the familiar glasses and warm brown eyes. Bruce reaches out to steady you, apologizing profusely.
"It's okay, really," you brush it off.
He smiles at you, adjusting his glasses. "Still, I should have been more careful."
"I could say the same," you admit shyly.
"I'd like to make it up to you, if I-"
You're gazing at him, hardly believing he's about to ask you out. Unfortunately, your joy is short live. A siren tears the air, drowning out the rest of Bruce's words. More than a little of you wants to shout at the siren to shut up and politely ask Bruce to repeat what he said. However, you and Bruce are soon swept into a crowd of hurrying people. Someone screams "attack!" and you look at Bruce frantically. He takes the files from you, plopping them on the floor. Then he offers his hand and you take it gratefully. You go with the crowd; the only thing keeping you from getting lost his Bruce's hand holding yours. Even that ends though. Someone breaks you and Bruce apart and you lose him amid the noise and confusion. And that's when before you know it you're on your back and everything is silent. Your vision is blurry and colors are dancing. You shake your head and pain shoots down your spine and to your leg. As your eyes clear, you see flames engulfing the hallway. A ringing pierces your hearing, making you squint. Debris is everywhere and around you people are coughing and groaning. You notice Bruce frantically pushing through the crowd to get to you.
"(y/n)!" he yells, finally reaching you.
"Bruce?" you mumble incoherently. "What-what happened?"
"An explosion. Are you hurt?"
"I don't think so."
"Okay...let's get you out of here." Bruce starts to pull you up and you let out an agonizing scream, falling back to the floor.
"I...think....my leg is broken," you pant.
To your surprise, Bruce makes a frustrated noise, almost like a growl. Before you know it, he's lifted you up.
You cling to his neck, nervous as he pushes through the crowd, shouting at everyone to move out of the way. It'd be almost romantic if your leg wasn't in a burning pain. You finally make it somewhere safe, a medical unit out of the bomb range. The area is abuzz with activity and Bruce finds the nearest empty bed and gently sets you on it, calling for someone to come. You moan a little as the pain worsens. Bruce turns to you, visibly worried.
"Hey, I'll be okay. And then, you can tell me what you wanted to earlier," you smile feebly.
Bruce shakes his head. "I wanted to ask you out. If you'd like..."
"I would love to," you say softly. Bruce smiles, gripping your hand. A medic finally comes and takes care of you, but Bruce never leaves your side.