bakerstreet | ❝My Rescuer❞

❝My Rescuer❞ Shipping Meme

There is no possible way the two of you could have gotten off on better footing. One of you saved the other. You were complete strangers - or just as good as - yet someone put aside that fact and swooped in when they saw trouble like a guardian angel, whether because of their own moral reasoning or just being at the right place at the right time. The one who was saved? Well, they can't help but be grateful to their rescuer...and, perhaps, all that high octane emotion will lead to more. After all, you've never felt so much towards one person.

Will you be able to finally have peace alongside this person, or is all really as it seems?

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Prompts

No Hope: They were in a situation that looked incredibly bleak, such as being kidnapped or held prisoner. It was likely they would never see freedom or happiness again. That was something you couldn't stand for.
Life Threatening: It was a simple accident, but it could have ended their life. You stepped in and pushed them out of the way or caught them as they fell.
Harassment: Hey, leave them alone, pal! They clearly don't want your attention or your perverse remarks.
Stand Up: You're being tormented and verbally abused by your peers. Finally, though, someone steps in and defends you.
See Myself in You: They're different - like you are. You don't think they deserve to be treated this way...and neither would you.
Ridiculous: Uh oh. A giant octopus is attacking you! Can anyone, will anyone save you from certain doom?
Saved...From Boredom: Your life seemed like it was in black and white before this person introduced you to color.
Superhero: Saving people is your job. Why is this case any different?
Justice: What's happening before you is disgusting. You have to get justice for this victim; of course, that "justice" may also be needed for yourself and your sense of fragile reality.
Spur of the Moment: Rescuing someone was never in your plan, but you couldn't pass up the chance.
Love at First Sight: They saved you, and you fell. Or the other way around.
Bring Back Happiness: All that was good has faded until you got a new lease on life.
Guilt Complex: In the past, you failed. You'll never let anyone get hurt again.
Not Only a Job: Technically, you were hired to take this person from their captor to another captor, yet in the end, you changed your mind.
Warming Up: You can't help but soften towards someone you owe your life to.
Honor Among Thieves: Your record may not be squeaky clean, but there are acts even you cannot condone.
Gone Too Far: Your rage at seeing a living being treated this way has welled up, and the one who was victimized has to pull you back. Can they?
Hurt Because of Me: In your defense, your savior has been injured. You feel a certain sense of sinking culpability.
Patched Up: After the fight, both of you care for each others' mental and physical wounds.
Who Rescued Who?: They may have physically saved you, but you emotionally saved them.
The Truth Comes Out: You learned that your "rescue" was a fabrication to gain your trust. Has your relationship changed them? Even if it has, can you ever believe them again?
All's Well: Once out of the limelight and out of harms way, you two can explore the prospect of getting to know each other better.
Violent Delights Have Violent Ends: Your relationship ends as it began: with violence and despair.
Doesn't Last: All of your attractions are a flash in the pan. When it comes down to it, you can't make it work between you when there's no danger to draw you close.
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Hulk scowls. He never liked this part. If it was up to him, he would stick around all the time.

However, self preservation always prevailed. He begrudgingly gives her his hand, palm up.

She came a little closer, slowly, carefully lifting her hand to his and giving him a small smile. She had other things to say, but she wanted to calm him, get Banner back to talk to, not piss off Hulk even more. Her fingers stroked over his, leaning in enough that she could brush her cheek against his hand.

She was fortunate to be one of the few people Hulk actually liked. One of a very short list.

He is starting to look more tired at this point, the transformation cascading back into himself as he wavers on his feet. Slowly shrinking back down to the shirtless and skinny scientist he once was. Bruce looks asleep on his feet the moment he changes back, falling towards her.

She's already reaching for him, holding him up and keeping him from hitting the ground. "Whoa, Bruce. Easy. Come on, let's get you in the bird and get the hell out of here. You can sleep en route." With that, she's pulling them over to the open copter, moving to help him get in, reaching to help him with straps and trying not to look him in the eye when she did. She was still hurt, but that was personal and this was... well, okay, this was personal too, but it was s different kind of personal.

He mumbles something sleepily that might have been him insisting he could stand on his own. Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that, Banner. It's not till he's being buckled in that the fog clears somewhat and he finds himself looking at her as if he's not sure she's real.

Maybe he's still asleep back in that lab and he's just imagining this. He had been there a long time. But she seemed real enough. "...Natasha?" he asks, confused and blinking away the cobwebs.

She looked up then, seeing that fog in his eyes and pausing for a moment. She knew that feeling, that 'what was real' feeling. Her hand found his and she gave it a light squeeze. "It's me, Bruce. You're out. Now let me make sure you stay out."

She gave him another squeeze, then moved to go around the front of the chopper, getting in her side and starting up the machine. "Rest. I'll get us somewhere safe."

Safe. He hadn't felt safe in ages. Bruce watches her start up the helicopter as they take off from the frozen wasteland. The enemy seems to have been routed into chaos that they hadn't quite recovered from yet to follow them.

He looks down at his hands, noticing them shaking a little from the experience. And then he says something he didn't think he'd say in a million years. "We have to go back."

They still had his blood samples, research, maybe even test subjects. They couldn't let that fall into the hands of Hydra.

"Bruce, we can't. We don't have the equipment. You're half-dead on your feet. Even the other guy was looking like he wanted to take a nap. I prepped for a surgical extraction, nothing more."

"I could..." he really didn't want to, she was right, he did feel dead on his feet. "...I could do it..."

His heart sinks into his feet. His worst nightmare was that someone clever enough would figure out how he ended up being the Hulk and replicate the results. Now, they might just have enough ammo to do that.

He already had to rely on her to get him out. He was going to have to hope that they still hadn't cracked his DNA yet. After a long pause, he asks a more important question. "...how'd you find me?" He had assumed about a week ago that nobody would find him.

"No," she said, with a note of finality. "You can't. Not now. I promise you, we'll go back. We'll burn the whole place to the ground. If you hadn't been in it, I would have already, but that's not what this was. This was a rescue mission. We can do a full out strike when you can stand for more than two minutes on your own." She wasn't an idiot. She knew what he was afraid of, knew he had every reason to be. They all had a reason to fear HYDRA cracking that gamma code. All they could do was hope that he got on his feet before that happened.

He slumps in his seat, going quiet again. She was right. He wished that she wasn't. Even if he was angry enough to tear the place down, he didn't have another Hulk out in him right now. All he could do was watch the scenery going by under the window.

It's not long before he's out again, fast asleep. The gentle whirring noise of the chopper blades must have done it for him. That and he hadn't slept for real in weeks. Though he probably wouldn't have let himself sleep if he didn't trust Natasha to take him somewhere safe.

She flew him out, finding the coast and staying along it until she found the small fishing village she'd scouted beforehand. Something small, unobtrusive. Something no one noticed, even when they were flying over it. She landed not far from it, knowing that the men she'd paid to come get them would be there with a dog sled and something warm soon enough. She took her time laying the chopper under cover, not waking him until she could see bodies coming along the horizon. "Banner. Wake up," she said, quietly, softly so he didn't jolt awake. "Just for long enough to get us somewhere, then you can sleep for a week if you want."

She'd check him over when they got to the village. Feed him, get him washed up. But for now, she needed to get them to that safe little den before she fussed.

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