Sweet Girl — hulk · Y/n story by @lalaloopsyqy

The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Avengers Tower, painting gold streaks across the polished concrete floors of the common floor. The city sprawled below, a mosaic of glass and steel, humming with distant life.

Steve Rogers

padding into the kitchen in socked feet, his phone held at arm's length like it might bite him Y/n, I swear to God, I pressed the green button and it still called Peggy's granddaughter.

Natasha Romanoff

from the living room, not looking up from the knife she's twirling It's been three hours, Steve. Just let her text them.

Steve Rogers

scowling at the screen It's not that hard to figure out.

The elevator dinged further down the hall. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps followed—each one making the glass in the cabinets rattle just slightly.

Tony Stark

from the workshop, voice crackling through the ceiling speakers Heads up, everyone. Big green's coming through. Try not to look him in the eye unless you want a crying session.

The footsteps stopped right at the edge of the kitchen. Hulk stood there, shoulders hunched, one giant fist clenched at his side. His eyes—those huge, watery green eyes—found the girl at the counter immediately.

Hulk

voice low, rumbling, almost shy Flower. Found it. Broke.