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Wedding Night

The Wedding Night Meme
a smut/shipping meme

The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage.

Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this!

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[I would love to do an arranged marriage/marriage of convenience plot. Maybe something to do with being undercover SHIELD agents? I'm totally up for AUs as well!]

((Did you say undercover SHIELD agents >_>))

When Jemma had agreed to undercover work, primarily because how exciting, this was the last situation she'd expected to find herself in. Dressed in white, proclaimed married, standing face to face with Dr. Banner...seemed so unlikely in any situation. She knew who he was, of course, even before meeting him for the first time on this mission. Every SHIELD agent, of sufficient clearance, knew, and the story of the Hulk was a cautionary tale that still circled through the science division.

She'd never thought she'd meet him in person.

And she'd never thought it would be on a mission that had gone so completely sideways. It was supposed to have been a simple thing. Some simple data collection that anyone could have done, really, but there hadn't been time to brief someone better suited to field work on what they needed to look for. Now, though, she couldn't even say where things had started to go off track, couldn't even say how she had ended up where she was. It had happened, and there she was, fidgeting her hands as she looked at the man who was apparently now her husband.

And worried about what part the Hulk would play in all this.

[Oh my goodness I've never realized how much potential these two have! I love this! ♥]

What have you gotten yourself into now, Banner?

It had been Fury's idea, of course. Apparently SHIELD's enemies had been moving in, hungering for an Avenger to call their own, one to use against them. Bruce's recent forays with the rest of the team hadn't exactly been positive experiences; it seemed that, despite his growing control over the Other Guy, the Other Guy felt more strongly about smashing than ever before. Their enemies had taken notice, and Bruce had a target painted on his back. If the Hulk couldn't be controlled by SHIELD, that meant he was ripe for the picking by any other organization who wanted him badly enough.

So, somehow, Fury decided the best course of action would be to marry Bruce off. Marriages were supposed to be stable and comforting; having a wife, someone who could take care of him, would help ease the Other Guy's restlessness. Jemma being in trouble just so happened to dovetail nicely, so it was the two of them that were placed together.

Now they were married, for better or worse, less than two weeks after meeting one another. The ceremony had been small; the hotel room SHIELD had provided was anything but. Fury had given them the penthouse suite, possibly as an apology for making them do this. There were agents guarding the hotel, but right now Bruce and Jemma were, for all intents and purposes, utterly alone. Fury knew better than to put cameras in the hotel room.

While he'd been able to keep a level head throughout the ceremony, Bruce felt a weary sort of nervousness creep into his body now that they were alone. Reaching up, he fidgeted with his tie a little, unsure of what to do. They didn't have to consummate this, after all; it was only for show.

"Do you - " he began, gesturing vaguely to the rest of the suite, before stopping abruptly. What was he supposed to say? Taking a breath, he tried again. "You look beautiful." It was sincere, at least.

That was certainly one way to get the young woman to relax. Even if it was only slightly. Hesitantly she smiled, reaching up to brush a wisp of hair behind her ear, a blush rising in her cheeks. "Thank you. I--" she stopped herself, and shook her head. "Thank you."

She might not have been one of those girls who had planned their wedding from a young age, but she'd thought of it, dreamed of it as a girl. And this wasn't anything like what she'd thought. It had all fallen into place so quickly that he hadn't even told her parents about it. She hadn't even gotten to talk about it with Fitz! Her friend, at least, knew it was happening, had been able to attend the small ceremony, with compliments that hadn't rung as true as Dr. Banner's.

That was nice. He actually seemed to appreciate the effort that had been put into this whole whirlwind.

But the awkwardly standing, equally awkward attempt at finding something to say, was ridiculous. Jemma forced herself to brighten up, clapping her hands together and sweeping up her skirt to where there was champagne chilling on a small side table. "How about a drink?"

Even if it was just for something to do with her hands.

Maybe this was all just a practical joke, Bruce thought. Fury wasn't beyond that. Pick the two most awkward, dorky people in all of SHIELD and force them into the most awkward situation of their lives, and see how things played out. Perhaps it was a science experiment. Thinking of it that way didn't help ease the tension in the air, though, so he turned his thoughts towards his - it was still difficult to say, even in the confines of his mind. His wife.

He smiled thankfully and nodded at the suggestion, following Jemma over to the table and helping to pour a couple of glasses. It could be worse, he supposed. He didn't want her to get caught by the enemy, and he was particularly peeved that SHIELD had been the ones to put her in harm's way. Besides, she was pleasant, and interesting to talk to - though they hadn't been able to talk much since all this began.

And she was a scientist. Bruce had read of her many accomplishments, had even thought about what it would be like to work together, albeit under very different circumstances. He hoped they'd be able to get past the strange nature of their relationship sooner rather than later, because from what he'd read Jemma Simmons was an incredibly clever young woman.

After pouring the champagne, he raised his glass slightly and offered her an apologetic smile. It seemed fitting to make a toast, but he'd never been good at speeches. So instead, he just said, "To us." Whatever us was or would be. Then he tinked their glasses together gently and took a small sip, his eyes falling from her face down to the plush carpet.

She should say something, Jemma thought, holding her glass between her hands, twisting it nervously. This was all terribly awkward. They hardly knew one another, had been forced into this, but, well, she was traditional in some ways. They were married, and that meant married. That meant something to her and she felt it was her duty to try to at least make it work for as long as it needed to be worked on.

"This is all absurd, isn't it?" she tried, smiling kindly, leaning in a little to catch his eyes. Now that she was up close, having a moment to think and actually look at him, Dr. Banner was actually a very handsome man, with very kind eyes, and it ought to be easy enough to get comfortable being with him. Despite her reservations about his other side.

"Here we are, two fully grown, brilliant people, acting like bashful teenagers." There had to be a better way to handle the situation. They were married now for goodness sake. They should at least stop being nervous around each other.

This would have been easier if they'd had a chance to get to know one another before the ceremony. Since they were both fairly high-profile targets, though, speed was of the essence. Their feelings weren't the priority; their safety was. They could deal with the emotional fallout after they were tucked away and protected.

That didn't make dealing with it less awkward, though.

When Jemma leaned in Bruce glanced up at her and managed to hold her gaze. She was truly very pretty, and very polite, and very kind. Anyone would be lucky to have her. Perhaps that was why he felt so strange about the whole arrangement: he was stealing her away from someone who could truly make her happy. Bruce had no hopes of ever having a family, and he knew that his presence alone came in the shadow of something much more sinister.

But Jemma didn't deserve to be ignored in favour of his self-loathing, so he turned his attention away from his negative thoughts and towards the young woman standing in front of him. Her comment about teenagers drew a soft chuckle from his throat and he reached up to rub at his hair, an old nervous habit.

"You think I'm brilliant?" he asked, his tone playful, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her more directly. He wondered how much he could tease her, if she would find it enjoyable or not. She was clever enough to understand that he wasn't serious, but that didn't necessarily mean she would like it.

Jemma was young, lighthearted. Of course she would like a little lightening of the mood in the room. Or at least not object if it came about through well meaning teases. She'd gotten a chuckle, and that, she thought, was an accomplishment.

"Maybe not quite as brilliant as myself, of course," she responded, a spark of amusement in her own eyes. "But certainly above average. Which, I think, is very important. I'd hate to find myself married to someone unable to hold an intelligent conversation."

She could imagine them working together side by side, passionate about the same things. Their fields were similar enough, carried enough overlap, that they should be able to, if they wanted. They could be partners in the lab as much as out of it. Like she'd been with Fitz before all this. It wasn't a bad match, all things considered.

Her confidence made Bruce's smile widen, a hint of teeth showing through between his lips. She had energy, that was certain, and he could easily imagine her making incredible breakthroughs in the lab on a daily basis. It would be nice to work together. Perhaps their marriage wasn't such a bad thing - if only he didn't feel so awkward and ashamed of the whole affair.

He took a sip of his champagne, using the moment to gather his thoughts as he took in the sparkle in her eyes. No wonder Fury wanted to protect her. She was every bit a match for Bruce, not only in terms of intellect but also quirkiness. They were, without a doubt, two relatively odd people.

Despite her apparent respect for him and his conversational skills, though, Bruce found himself at something of a loss when it came to thinking up something to say. The whole situation was still so overwhelming - they were both in their wedding outfits, with rings on, in the honeymoon suite - that he kept getting distracted.

Also, she was very pretty, which Bruce felt was entirely unfair.

"I hope I can live up to your expectations," he said finally, that hint of mischief still present in his tone, but accompanied now by a sincere sort of concern. "I'd hate for you to be stuck with a boring husband."

In the space of a moment, Jemma had decided she simply refused to let herself feel awkward. It did absolutely no good and, as she'd said, they were both adults. Brilliant scientists and perfectly capable of handling the situation like that. Besides, it wasn't as if this was the first time she'd been in a strange, uncomfortable situation. Nothing quite this grand, of course, but all the same. She ought to be able to at least act normally.

And they were what they were now. So they may as well embrace it.

Reaching out with her free hand, Jemma touched his arm, smiling. "It will all be just fine," she assured. "Maybe we should get to know one another a little?" That would certainly make this whole thing less awkward. "But first, would you mind at all helping me out of this monstrosity?"

The wedding dress was lovely, really it was. Jemma had never felt more like a princess than she did wearing it. But she was really more of a jeans and sneakers kind of woman.

The gentle touch was reassuring, and it reminded Bruce that he shouldn't just focus on himself, no matter how awkward or strange he might feel in this situation. They were adults, and accomplished scientists to boot. There was no need for him to be acting this way.

Her suggestion was welcome and he nodded, enjoying the idea of simply having a normal conversation after so much pomp and ceremony, but the mention of helping her take off her dress left his cheeks tinged red. A soft, embarrassed chuckle left his throat as he put his glass down on the table and he found himself struggling to meet her eyes again.

She was pretty. And young. Too young, probably, for him. He hadn't allowed his brain to wander because it didn't feel right; they weren't in love, they'd barely touched one another. This wasn't supposed to mean anything.

Nonetheless, he slipped around her and reached up to gently brush her hair from her neck before undoing the top few buttons of her dress. He decided that she could tell him when she wanted privacy, and until then he would be as respectful as possible without being completely dorky.

"I heard about your foray into Peru," he said at last, his mind latching onto the facts he knew about Jemma to keep from lapsing into total silence once again. "Did you like it there?" He'd been to the country himself for a little while, after the incident.

With the amount of time it had taken to get into the silly dress, Jemma was convinced there had to be somewhere upwards of a thousand little buttons. A complete exaggeration, and she knew that, but it felt that way. She kept still, holding the front of the dress in place while it was unbuttoned, her bright smile though, may as well have been audible.

"It was amazing!" she enthused as her back was bared, skin smooth and pale. "I haven't had much opportunity to be in the field." She wasn't qualified for that, the assessments for it being the only ones she'd ever done poorly at. Being clever and eager to please were probably the only things that had made it possible at all. "Peru was certainly exciting."

And they'd made a very important scientific discovery. One Jemma hadn't gotten enough time to study before being swept off into other things, into this. "You've been, haven't you? I've heard you have been but...."

One could never trust the gossip one heard at the Hub.

A grin crossed Bruce's face as Jemma immediately launched into enthusiastic chatter. Her voice was nice to listen to, he realized, as the lilting tones of her accent wound their way into his mind. As excited as she was, she wasn't overly boisterous or annoying in the least. He wanted to give her reasons to speak so he could keep listening to those tones.

His grin quirked upwards at one corner when she mentioned having heard of his own exploits. News of his own travels spread quickly, it seemed, even when the goal was to keep himself off the map. "Yes, a few years ago. I liked it a lot there." He'd found peace, for a little while, before he had to move on.

He would've continued, but the appearance of Jemma's smooth, pale skin was fairly distracting. He came to the bottom of the buttons, which ended at the small of her back, and then he did something without thinking: he reached up to run his thumb down along the line of her spine, very faintly. He didn't really mean anything by it; he was simply engrossed in the sight of her.

"Oh. I was under the impression it had been much more recent." When all her information had come from gossip, it was to be expected that it wouldn't be completely correct. Not minding the mistake at all, Jemma simply filed the correction away.

Her thoughts were sidetracked when there was an unexpected caress against her back, causing her to shiver. Not unpleasantly, quite the opposite. His touch was reassuringly gentle, even soothing, brushing aside the lingering tension, hesitation, and fear. She pressed her lips together for a second, making the snap decision not to move away, lest he think she disliked the gesture. Instead, she twisted to look over her shoulder at him.

"I imagine I know why you moved on. Where did you go from there?"

For a moment Bruce feared she would pull away from him, react to his touch the way so many people reacted to his mere presence - with disgust, fear, repulsion. But she stayed where she was, apparently undisturbed, perhaps even enjoying it. Her aquiescence leaves him feeling a little more relaxed, and a light smile touches his lips.

As he looked up to meet her gaze, he hesitated, his fingers pausing against her skin momentarily. He didn't often speak of his time on the run, mostly because no one was interested in hearing about it - or maybe because they were afraid of how he would react if asked. He liked Jemma's curiosity, though, and he found the prospect of opening up to her less daunting than expected.

"To Brazil," he replied at last, his fingertips drawing light patterns over her shoulderblades now, still light and a delicate and easy to pull away from if unwanted. "I was looking for a cure." His lips twisted for a second, and darkness flashed in his eyes. "No luck, though." Not then or since.

"And then I came back," he added, trying to get away from the memories of that time and place. "For a little while, anyway. Tried to help the military." His smile returned and he gave her a knowing look. "I'm sure you read all about that fiasco."

Astute enough to see that the memories weren't pleasant, Jemma paused her questioning to adjust its course. This whole situation was uncomfortable enough for the both of them without adding to it with things like that.

Remaining perfectly still and allowing herself instead to relax to the fingers tracing against her skin, wondering though what if any intent lie behind it, if she was meant to respond in kind, she hummed agreeably. "It's in your file," she confirmed. Of course she'd read about that. She'd read a lot more than most people might have been able to. Level five security clearance in the science division gave her access to a lot that was even vaguely related to her interests, including a good deal of Bruce Banner's file. "What isn't, at least not at my clearance level, is what happened after that."

She was interested. Naturally so. What did a man like Bruce do with his life when he was hiding? But the little pricks of pleasure left in the wake of the patterns he drew against her skin distracted more than she cared to admit to.

By now Bruce was used to people he didn't know knowing all sorts of things about him. That was part of working for - and being monitored by - SHIELD. That didn't mean he liked it, of course, but he understood the whys of the situation and made himself accept them. There wasn't much he could do to clear his file, short of smashing the entire SHIELD archives, and even then they'd have backups of everything in five different international locations. There was no point in getting stressed over it.

Besides, they couldn't have everything. Bruce had made sure of that. His smile turned softer, more melancholy, as Jemma prodded him to continue. Of course she wouldn't know; he'd only admitted this to the Avengers and to Fury. He had no doubt only the highest-level operatives knew about it. He didn't really want to tell her, but he knew she'd find the truth out sooner or later, and besides - they were married. That still meant something, even if it was just for show.

His fingers paused on her skin before trailing upwards to play gently with the strans of hair at the base of her neck. He was touching her more or less unconsciously now, his brain pulled back to that time and place as though it were happening again for the first time.

"I went as far away as I could," he said, his voice quiet. There was shame there, as well as regret, tangible in the weight and slowness of his words. "So I wouldn't hurt anyone. I tried - "

Christ. He didn't want her to have to know. She was so bright, so young - he could see admiration in her eyes whenever they looked at each other. He respected her, though, her and her great intelligence. He wasn't about to treat her like a child.

"I tried to end it," he said at last, unable to hide the defeat in his tone and expression. "I thought if I was dead, people would be safe from me. But it didn't work."

While Jemma was brilliant, enthusiastic, and practical, she was also deeply kind. The was a very, very short list of people she actively disliked and wished ill. And Bruce, the man she was learning to see as equally kind and unfathomably gentle despite the monster he kept within, was far from being a part of that list.

She turned properly then, stepping closer as she did in a hint that was surprisingly conscious, hoping he took it and didn't withdraw his hand. The contact was nice, intimate, and whether it was required or not, exactly the sort of thing she would expect a man she'd married to do, the sort of thing she'd hope for.

"Oh." Her voice was small. One hand held her dress firmly to her chest, though the fabric sagged slightly and was less modest than it had been, and the other lifted impulsively, sliding across his jaw to rest with her fingers brushing against his hair. "I'm glad that it didn't."

It wasn't much of an offering, but it was honest. He would have been a great loss, and she never would have had the opportunity to meet him, to talk to him. Never would have known how much more man than monster he really was.

The shift of Jemma's body drew Bruce out of his thoughts, and he began to retract his hand - but her eyes were kind, and her expression understanding, so he kept it where it was, his thumb stroking absently at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He could see that her dress was all but ready to be removed, but he kept his eyes on her face, moved by the empathy he saw there.

Her touch was light, like the wings of some small insect, and it made his eyes flutter closed for a moment. It felt reassuring. He had rarely been touched so delicately, and the desire he felt for it frightened him. She didn't have to touch him at all if she didn't want to. He wasn't going to force her hand. It was easy to understand if she didn't want anything to do with him, especially in terms of intimacy.

But somehow she seemed alright with it, with this much at least, and that drew a weight from Bruce's shoulders. He reopened his eyes to find her gaze again just as she expressed her thanks for his continued existence.

He parted his lips, but he didn't know what to say. This situation was so strange, but with her he felt safe, despite only knowing her for a few weeks. He felt a sudden urge to kiss her. That was what happened in the movies, right? The pretty girl and the monster of a man, brought together by dire circumstances, fall in love. Happily ever after.

Was there any chance he could give her that?

"Jemma," he said finally, the word soft and small on his lips, barely leaving his mouth as though it were a treasure he needed to keep safe. He hesitated. Then, urged on by some unknown emotion, he leaned forward to very carefully press his lips to the corner of her mouth, just shy of an actual kiss. When he pulled back his eyes dropped from her face, unsure.

"Sorry," he murmured, suddenly sure that he'd made a mistake, that he'd overstepped a boundary.

She was surprised when he moved in, naturally so. They barely knew one another, though she couldn't pretend there wasn't a growing fondness. They'd been pulled into all of this and she never would have expected anything like a kiss. But then, wasn't it a completely natural thing? She'd certainly kissed far less interesting people in the past.

Jemma's brow furrowed slightly as he pulled away without even kissing her properly, as he looked away from her, but quickly it smoothed out to gentle concern again, and once more she ducked her own face to catch his eye. Just enough to prompt him to raise his head, just enough that she could pull him back to her and this time, press her lips to his.

Maybe it wasn't falling in love, it was unlikely to be happily ever after, but it wasn't something terrible or distasteful, and Jemma did like Bruce well enough for what she knew of him. She liked being with him, talking to him, his hand against her skin, and being married to him was far from the worst circumstances they could be in. He was nice enough to look at and age wasn't a factor to her. Why shouldn't she kiss him?

Why shouldn't she want to kiss him?

She lingered, lips doing the assuring for her, saying without her that she didn't mind, it was fine, for a few moments. When she did draw back, it was only a fraction of the space that had been between them before, and only to smile, eyes shining.

Of all the things Bruce expected Jemma to do, kissing him was not one of them. The press of her lips against his own startled him for a moment, but he relaxed into it, allowing himself to enjoy this particular expression of intimacy. He had been afraid to touch her because he felt she might not want him - there were many reasons that could be possible, after all, not least that they were in a strange situation wherein it would be easy to pressure her into things.

She seemed at peace with what was happening, though, and that was reassuring. He wasn't going to push her, but if she got closer - physically, emotionally - he wouldn't back away. He could already tell that she was a very nice person to be around. It was easy to let his own barriers fall when they spoke, which was unfortunately something that most people never experienced.

The duration of the kiss was perfect: just long enough for him to truly realize that, yes, this was alright, he hadn't ruined things, but not so long that he felt embarrassed or confused about her intentions. When they parted his lips quickly formed a smile of their own, and he kept himself close, thoroughly enjoying the way she was looking at him.

If the circumstances had been different, he wondered, would they still end up like this somehow? They seemed a good match in almost every sense. A wave of protectiveness washed over him as he continued to look at her. She deserved only good things.

"Jemma," he said again, repeating her name more warmly now, as though he were more familiar with it because of the kiss they had shared. Then, more cautiously, he continued, "I want you to know - if I do something you don't like, please tell me. I only want to make you happy."

Despite the minimal time they'd spent together thus far, Bruce truly did care about her.

There were a hundred reasons why she should probably be smarter about all of this. Attraction aside, this had all happened so fast, so unexpectedly, and kindness aside, there was a monster that lurked within the man. She should at least be wary, if not afraid. Jemma had heard stories, seen the broadcasts and read the files, though. So long as tempers were kept, everything ought to be fine, right?

She wanted so much to believe that.

Nodding to his words, she stroked her fingers against his cheek, her hesitant touch little more than a breath against his skin. His obvious affection toward her was touching. They were barely more than strangers now, but surely they could be more, could truly make this marriage work for real if even half of what she thought she saw in him was true. If even a fraction of what she thought she felt for him was true. "I will."

Jemma wasn't the most open sort of person, but Bruce made her want to be in a way no one had before. The hand holding her dress in place against her chest clenched slightly to hide her uncertainty. "If you wanted...."

The suggestion, the invitation for another kiss at least, for much more than that, died on her lips, but her gaze was hopeful.

Her touch was so gentle it almost wasn't there, but Bruce enjoyed it for precisely that reason. She wasn't afraid of him or repulsed by him. He knew he wasn't bad-looking, but there were many, many reasons why people weren't attracted to him tha this looks didn't make a difference either way. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed this type of intimacy until he felt her fingers against his skin and saw the way she looked at him.

That didn't mean they were a perfect pair, of course. One night of soft touches did not a successful love story make. But the fact that they could have this at the very least made him feel warmer, more at peace with the world.

Darn it, Fury. The man had known this would happen, hadn't he? He'd probably made Maria create a whole chart about it, had her calculate the probabilities before making his final decision. It didn't matter now, though. They were married, and they had kissed, and now Jemma seemed to want him to kiss her again - and Bruce couldn't just turn down a request from his wife, now, could he?

A shy smile alighted on his lips as he leaned back in, kissing her with more confidence this time but remaining chaste. His thumb brushed across her cheekbone affectionately before he pulled back. Noticing that she had to hold her dress up, he murmured, "Maybe we should get changed? I think Pepper gave us pyjamas as a wedding gift." Matching ones, no doubt. Pepper was thoughtful about everything, in addition to being very romantic when given the opportunity.

For just a moment while he kissed her again, Jemma allowed herself the illusion that this was a perfect wedding night, that there would be that impossible happily ever after. At heart, she was a romantic, though she tried to stifle that with science and reason. She wanted to believe, even just for that moment, that it was was something she'd decided for herself and she was in love. At least, though, she didn't have to pretend her affection. That much was real.

And the kiss itself was more than supportive of that imagination. A part of her wanted to just lose herself in it, forget about the world outside, and how strange all this was, but in the end she forced herself to keep her head about her, didn't immediately follow when he pulled away.

"Oh," she said when he suggested changing, laughing quietly at herself. She'd asked for his help doing just that, and then completely forgotten about it a second after the help was given. "Yes. Yes of course. That was very thoughtful of her."

It didn't escape her notice that he'd called Ms Potts by her name. She knew, of course, distantly, that Bruce was close with Tony Stark, but it hadn't really sunk in until that moment. Perhaps she'd have a chance to meet with him, if that was the case. Fitz would be so jealous.

Ducking her head slightly to hide her blush, Jemma reluctantly drew a step back. "Into something more comfortable, then."

Her quiet laughter and the blush that alighted upon her cheeks stirred something in Bruce's chest that was, if he was being honest, a little frightening. He remained where he was for a brief moment, not wanting to look away from her just yet. Now that they had kissed it seemed less of a problem to gaze upon her. He didn't mean anything predatory by it; she was, simply stated, incredibly beautiful. She had a plainness about her that people might mistake for some sort of lack, but to Bruce it only heightened how pretty she was. Jemma had no need for heavy makeup or gaudy jewelry. All she had to do was smile at him like that and he was hers.

His own blush returned when he finally tore his eyes away and looked down at her, remembering just what he had suggested. "Wait here," he said, offering a shy smile, before walking over to the dressing table at the side of the room. Someone had laid their wedding gifts upon it before their arrival. It was easy to find the one from Pepper; the boxes were wrapped in matching pastel-shaded paper, one blue and the other pink.

Bruce picked up both boxes and returned to Jemma. He laid her gift upon the table with the champagne, careful not to knock anything over, before glancing over the at washroom. "I'll go get changed in there," he said, trying not to bring back the awkwardness that thoughts of nudity imparted upon him. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll come out." He smiled at her again, though it was a little more hesitant this time.

Bruce Banner | MCU | OTA

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