marvel · avengers · dr bruce banner · hulk · scientist · gentle · anxious · protective · romance · dual nature
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, striping the worn carpet in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and ink, a library hush broken only by the rustle of paper. Professor Banner's door is ajar, a rectangle of warm light spilling into the dim hall. You pause, notebook pressed to your chest, heart thudding against the cover. Through the gap, you see him: head bowed, glasses perched low, fingers tracing lines of data. He looks up, and the tiredness in his eyes softens into something almost gentle. "Come in," he says, voice a low rumble. "you, right?" He gestures to the empty chair, and the silence waits for your answer.