A/N : Sorry this took so long , my power went out and things were just crazy. This was requested by KInAKuro .

"What do you mean?" Clint asked looking at Bruce confused. However Bruce didn't answer. "What? No you, you can't, I'm not."

The doctor raised his hand to silence the hysterical man. "You're making excuses." He reached down to grab Clint's hand. "You need to understand what I am. Why this, whatever this is, can't ever happen."

He shook his head in disagreement. "No I can, I've done it before." Bruce let go of his hands and walked over to the window. He stared at nothing, but he needed the reason to not face Clint, to not see him beg. "Just talk to me. What can I say to make you realize that I don't care about him, I accept it?"

"That's just it, you should care about him."

"But I don't!" This time Clint became frustrated and desperate all at once. "Please just…"

"Stop talking." Bruce advised.

Clint gasped. "No! You're acting like you don't care and I know you do, you're afraid, you're a coward."

"Stop." That time it came out as a growl, and it quickly hit Clint what was happening.

"Fine, I'll stop." He whispered.

Bruce's breathing returned normal again and he looked back at Clint. What could he say? What could he do? He couldn't control what had already controlled him.

Clint quickly lifts his arm behind him to grab an arrow. Pointing it at the target and making a lock he pulled it back, the material rubbing heavy against his fingers. He shoots.

That easily got the unknown creature to look in his direction. He climbs fast up to the next level of the roof top. Points, locks, pulls, shoots, now the creature facing him once again. He is too strong.

The creature moves slowly and uneasily towards Hawkeye, Clint trying to keep shooting but it is almost if the being was swallowing his blows. He miscalculates and before he could even process, he was falling.

Looking vigorously around trying to find anything to counteract his fall but coming short.

Death.

He closes his eyes thinking back to what he thinks his best memory; he and Bruce's first time. How he comforted him and calmed him, how he loved him. He smiled and closed his eyes. That was until he was hit hard and slams against what felt like nails. His eyes open quick and he sees nothing but green.

Hulk quickly took hold of the brick building swinging his body so he could maneuver around while holding steadily on Clint. Smashing a dirty window and ending up landing in an abandoned factory letting Clint fall to the floor. Had he just saved him? Clint looked at him with worry eyes and he felt himself transform back into the nerdy being his true self was.

Clint grabs Bruce's face smashing their lips together fiercely and holding onto it as if his life depended on it. He was aching, and he felt like crying; hell he might have even been crying. But Bruce was more important. "I missed you so much." He states staring into his eyes an holding a tight grip still on the back of his neck.

"I did too."

A/N I rather like this one. Last time someone made a comment on my tenses so I paid close attention to that. However if I missed any feel free to tell me and I will fix it. As I've said you can feel free to write a request and I will get to writing it as soon as I can.

Adios- RadHadder .