#who wrote more parent thruce anyway?

[thulkwarrior]

hey could you maybe do a fic (its kinda sad the idea but idk it's up to you) based on that scene from avengers assemble when Bruce is like "you can try to kill me but it won't work, i know i tried" (i can't remember the exact quote) or something like that thanks :)

right so i didn’t actually want to write something really sad so it’s only really loosely about that scene, hope that’s okay!!!!

TW //  MILD REFERENCES TO ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

a smile tugged at bruce’s lips as the first few rays of the sunrise peak through the window, basking the kitchen in an orange glow.

his eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, guiltily noting is was 5:40am. sunday was their lie in day, and he knew thor wouldn’t be happy about waking up alone. maybe he would join him again later on, maybe in three coffees time.

he hummed happily as he sipped at his first cup, listening with contentment to the silence throughout the house - well, save for the godlike snores coming from upstairs. he honestly didn’t know who snored louder, thor or their oldest daughter, frigga.

when their youngest; liz, first moved into frigga’s room she complained for a month about not being able to sleep properly. she was convinced her bed shook with the vibrations of frigga’s snoring.

bruce chuckled at the memory, finding himself shuffling towards the fridge which was littered with various photos, certificates, drawings…

his eyes were drawn immediately to the biggest, and most colourful drawing on there. it was a crayon drawing of the original six avengers that liz had excitedly brought home one day. she claimed it was ‘superhero day’ that day, and she felt extra special because she had ‘two super hero daddies!!!’. just looking at the drawing can still make thor and bruce tear up, and they weren’t afraid to admit it. even if it was coloured outside of the lines.

his gaze wandered further down the fridge until it landed on a certificate. frigga had passed many dance exams with flying colours, but they liked to keep the first certificate she ever got on display. thor had thrown her up onto his shoulders and danced around the kitchen. bruce can still remember how his heart warmed as her shrieks of joy mixed with thor’s laughter.

he finally looked to the photograph pinned right in the middle of the fridge. it was of him, holding a baby liz the day they brought her home. she was wrapped tightly in a green blanket, sleeping happily in bruce’s arms. sitting next to them was frigga, probably around 4 at the time, gazing excitedly at her new baby sister. bruce smiled remembering her excitement when they told her she was going to be a big sister.

bruce finally looked to himself in the photo, he looked absolutely and inexplicably happy. like everything was right in the world.

if you had told him ten years earlier that he would ever know what is was to feel true happiness, he would have thought you were teasing him. patronising him. reminding him that he was never meant to feel happiness.

he felt his smile slip off his face as he remembered his life when all he knew was darkness.

he banished any thoughts of falling in love, marriage, a family. he didn’t think he’d ever make it that far.

of course hulk wouldn’t let him just give up that easily. and honestly, he was grateful.

had he known then that he would end up with the most loving husband, and two beautiful children…

his thoughts were interrupted by the soft slapping of feet on the floor behind him. he turned around and saw liz rubbing her eyes and padding sleepily into the kitchen.

“papa…”

bruce immediately bent down and opened his arms, which she lazily climbed into,

“honey, it’s so early! why are you awake?”

liz leaned her head of bruce’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up with ease,

“why are you?” she replied.

bruce rolled his eyes and giggled, “touché. hey, since you’re awake, you hungry? you want some breakfast?”

liz seemed to ponder her answer for a minute, before she asked, “can i try coffee?”

“absolutely not.”

“pleeeaasssee???”

“no.”

liz sighed dramatically, making bruce laugh.

“hey i have a better idea, let’s go wake daddy up and force him to make us pancakes, yeah?”

liz lifted her head and nodded excitedly.

thor was not willing to make pancakes at 6am on a sunday, and instead dragged bruce and liz into the bed for an extra hour of cuddling and sleeping.