Positive: A Bruce Banner Fanfic
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Character Pairing: Bruce Banner x F!Reader
Word Count: 1181
Warnings: Angst to the extreme, unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, smut, past child abuse
Synopsis: After a bad reaction to antibiotics makes you sicker than you should be, Bruce asks you to take a pregnancy test to set his mind at east.
When it comes back Positive you have to then weight the pros and cons of having a child when the pregnancy is so high risk. It doesn’t help that while Bruce would rather you terminate, Hulk is adamant you don’t.
Chapter 5
“There’s no signs of radiation?”
He’d asked the question a few times now. It was like a nervous tick at this point. You were with all three of your specialists this time as they went through the results of the tests with you and Bruce. Doctor Singh was the expert in radiation on cells. She nodded again. If she was getting frustrated you couldn’t tell.
“That’s right. The levels are all normal.” She repeated again.
“But you can’t tell if there are abnormal cells yet?” He asked.
“I’m afraid not, Doctor Banner. It’s just too soon. It will be another four weeks before we can do any tests that will pick anything like that up.” She said.
Bruce twisted his hands together and looked over at you. “Everything looks okay so far though?”
“That’s right. It’s very very early and we can’t tell much but so far healthy mom, healthy baby.” Bronwyn replied. “How about you, Doctor Banner? Would you like something for the anxiety?”
Bruce shook his head. “The other guy reacts badly to mood stabilizers and if he takes over they’ll just get flushed out too fast and who knows when I’ll get back in control again.”
“Right, well it’s important you find something to do to relax. Stress is bad for everyone, but if you want a healthy baby, it needs to be eliminated as much as possible.” Bronwyn explained.
“Right. Right. Yes. I – I have an appointment with a therapist today and I have meditation techniques. It’s just…”
“I understand, Doctor Banner. There are a lot of concerns here. We will do everything in our power to waylay them. You need to do what you can to make home life as relaxed and easy as possible or nothing we do will matter.”
Bruce let out a breath and nodded.
“We’d like to see you again in two weeks. We’ll do some follow up blood tests and check the growth and development of the fetus. Until then, try and relax. Go about your day to day as you would. Minus the combat I suppose. Make sure you’re taking your vitamins and eating well.” Bronwyn said.
“Will do,” You replied getting up and taking Bruce’s hand. “We’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
“Remember if you have any concerns in the meantime, anything doesn’t feel right, call us right away.” She said.
You agreed and headed out the door with Bruce. “One worry down. No radiation poisoning.”
He lifted your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your fingers. “Only a million more to go.”
“Bruce…” You sighed.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try and be better.” He said. “Let’s go home and I’ll make you lunch.”
You laughed. “You? You’re going to make lunch?”
He chuckled with you. “I can grill cheese just fine.”
You followed him down to your apartment and perched yourself on one of the kitchen stools as he went about making lunch. You ran your hand over your stomach in an almost absent-minded way. “Do you want it to be a girl or a boy?” You asked.
He looked up at you and smiled softly. “Is it cliché to say that I just want them to be healthy. Because really, I just want them to be healthy.”
You nodded. “Yeah. I guess that’s fair. Is it strange that I already think of them as a girl? Like it’s not that I’d prefer a girl. Or that I think that having a girl means a certain thing. I mean look at me, I’m an Avenger. I hardly conform to feminine stereotypes. It’s just… I think about you as a parent and you have a daughter.”
Bruce chuckled. “I don’t think that’s weird at all. I guess if you put it like that maybe I do too. I am a little worried that the reason I think that is because when I think about sons I see me getting thrown down stairs. So a daughter feels safe. I have to keep telling myself I’m not my father.”
You came up behind him and hugged him from behind. “Yes, you do need to tell yourself that. Because you are not him. He doesn’t get to control your life anymore, Bruce. He’s dead. He was the monster in your life and you killed him.”
He turned in your arms and hid his head in your chest his arms circling you and his hands gripping your back. “Doesn’t that just prove I am as bad as him. That I can’t control my emotions at all?”
You gently stroked his hair. “I know you better than anyone, Bruce. I have seen you in the most high-pressure situations with people who have hurt you and your friends and you have kept your cool. You aren’t him. You have cast him off and you are free of him. I know -” You took a breath to steady yourself but when you spoke there was still a tremble to your voice. “I know there are still things that could mean we don’t get to have this baby. If we do though, I know you will be a good dad. I know you will. You are the best person I know.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment and just held you before he pulled back and looked into your eyes, his hands running over your stomach. “I have you. You’re going to be great at this, so I’ll just follow your lead.”
You put your hands on his and smile at him. “Yeah. We’re a team.”
He leaned in and kissed you gently. “Yes. We are.” His fingers still gently stroked over your stomach and you wondered what he was thinking. This didn’t seem to be an overthinking everything moment. Though who could say really? He’d have nothing but overthinking moments since he’d come back from his extended Hulk out.
This did seem different though. He eyes were soft and slightly unfocused and he seemed almost wistful.
“Penny for your thoughts, Doctor Banner.” You said tugging on his collar.
He smiled sheepishly and shook his head a faint blush reaching his cheeks. “I was just thinking of names. I never really thought about baby names before.” He said, his eyes dropping down to your stomach. “If it’s a girl, maybe we could name her Rebecca. That was my mother’s name.”
You rested your forehead against his. “I’ve tried not to think about it. I’m – I’m worried about getting attached. In case…”
Bruce’s eyes met yours and the little hopeful spark seemed to dull. “Right of course. I’m sorry.”
You smiled softly. “If we have a girl. We can name her Rebecca. It’s a nice name. It’s a nice way to honor her.”
He smiled. “I don’t remember her that well, I was really young. But I know she loved me and tried to protect me.”
“Rebecca.” You said. He smiled and brought his lips to yours and for the first time since the test turned positive, you allowed yourself to be actually excited about this pregnancy.
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