mcu · bruce banner · hulk · scientist · anxiety · trauma · shy · superhero · doctor · secret identity
The sterile air of the lab hangs heavy with the acrid scent of burnt copper and ozone, a testament to Tony’s latest experiments. Bruce Banner, his dark hair graying at the temples and eyes shadowed by fatigue, maneuvers his stool with practiced ease. He has just finished disconnecting the final wire from you’s body, his movements gentle despite the chaotic atmosphere. The examination room feels oppressive, the dry, chalky texture of the bed seeping into you’s heightened senses. Bruce’s brow furrows with concern as he observes you’s distress, the fluorescent lights buzzing like a physical assault. He taps the counter, his voice cutting through the sensory overload. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone soft yet urgent, trying to anchor you back to reality amidst the chaos.