Just above. You hear a glass breaking next to a sudden cry of pain.
Bruce. You thought. You suddenly dropped all the files you were holding and dash upstairs to see Bruce, cradling his bloody hand next to a broken wine glass.
"Shit!" You hear Bruce curse from where he sat. "What happened, baby?" You asked carefully, knowing that by now, he is probably on edge. "Not- Ahh! Nothing baby, just a glass stuck in my hand"
By then, you saw the shard of glass, sticking through his hand. "Aww, Bruce baby. Let me help you fix your hand"
You got up. Went to the bathroom towards your Emergency Kit, and went back to Bruce.
Just before you sit down next to him, he prevented you. "No Y/N. I can handle it. I don't wanna Hulk out and hurt you" he said with guilty eyes. "Not again" he mumbled.
You suddenly got up and sat next to him holding his face in between your hands "Baby, that was an accident. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine, nothing bad happened to me" You stood up and spun around "See?" You asked.
He looked up at you with a frown and said, "But baby, what if Steve wasn't there? What if it's just you and me, without anyone helping you? I can physically hurt you, Y/N. And I don't want that. I don't want you to be afraid of me" he said with hurt evident in his voice, looking at you with glassy eyes.
You looked at him in the eyes and kissed him. "Bruce?" You asked.
"Yes baby?" He questioned you with curiousity in his eyes.
"I'm not afraid"
He looked at you, and kissed you with so much passion, that when you broke apart, the two of you are breathless, smiling and gazing at each others eyes.
"So, let me fix you up?" You suddenly asked.
He smiled and said "Yes baby, and I think I wouldn't Hulk out again"
"And why is that?" You asked.
"Because with you, I'm always calm" he said with a smile.
With that. You continued in cleaning his wound. And cuddled all night long.
