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Unorthodox Anger Management	By : Narrie Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey everyone! So important news here! I kind of fell in love with Tony Stark over the last few weeks and the plot bunnies were somewhat persuaded by that. So i'm kind of scared to say that this will now be a Bruce/OC/Tony fic. I hope everyone is happy with this idea and don't hate me for it :S (Please see update at the bottom for further information)
With that, please enjoy the fic!

Chapter Nine
Bruce and I were lying in bed, our bodies entangled with another. My hands drew patters on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down my back. I rested my head on his shoulder and looked up at him. He was lost in thought, it was apparent.
He was staring at the top of our bed’s canopy, barely blinking. I wanted to seep into his mind so badly, but I knew that if I did that, I would break his concentration and he would know that I was spying on him. I let out a small sigh and continued to draw designs.
I couldn’t help but want all of Bruce’s attention, but he was a brilliant man. His mind was probably on work. I smiled against his skin and I felt him adjust his position. When I looked back up at Bruce, he was looking back at me.
“Welcome back to the real world.” I said smiling; he let out a small laugh and pulled me closer to him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…” That was obvious Bruce. “You don’t really know much about me do you? Or about my past…”
“Why would you be worried about that?”
“I don’t know… I just guess that I think it’s something we should share with each other. Here… let me start.” He said calmly, pausing to see if I would protest. When my silence answered his own, he continued.
“I used to be married actually, to a woman named Betty. We… had a complicated relationship but I truly loved her, she just couldn’t be with both me and… the other guy. I cause so much pain to her though… that was when I decided to never be with someone again.” I held onto Bruce tightly, not knowing what else to do.
I looked up at him and I saw a few tears forming. I quickly kissed him and seeped into his mind, taking away any sorrowful thoughts. I held my hand against his check, as I searched his eyes, waiting for him to let me know he was okay. He smiled at me and I smiled back, resting my head on his chest again. “We’re all broken Bruce. It’s one of the few things all of us have in common with each other.” He let out a thoughtful sound, I knew he agreed with me but would think further on the topic.
I waited a minute before speaking again, wanting to give Bruce some time on his train of thought. I was back to drawing designs on his chest and playing with his chest hair, it was amusing for some reason. “I only loved one other person before.” I said breaking the silence. I knew I had Bruce’s attention, I could feel his eyes on me.
“It was Rufe though… not much of a love. I never… did anything with him though. I loved him because he was the only person to show me compassion at that time; he was the closest thing I had to family.” I hugged Bruce closely, more for my comfort than anything else. He wrapped both arms around me but let me continue.
“I started to see who he really was when I was about fifteen, I saw the cruelty in his actions, so I started to be more selective in who I… killed… but he didn’t like that. He killed my parents in front of me, the only people who truly loved me unconditionally and I threw that love away. He made me watch…” Bruce kissed my forehead, not wanting to stop me but it was his way of letting me know that I was safe.
“I killed his whole base after that day, there wasn’t a living person left except Rufe… I left Rufe for last. I took three hours to kill him, and I enjoyed it. I was a monster Bruce…” I was crying by now, almost at hysterics. Bruce held me tightly, waiting for me to stop crying on my own.
“It’s okay Naomi, you aren’t a monster.” He whispered to me. I blubbered incoherent words back to him; he simply just kissed my forehead once more and held me. We were like this for a while before I was left just sniffling.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered against him. He shushed me.
“Don’t be. We all need to do it sometime; if I had your power, I would have done what you did to me to stop you from crying.” I smiled and laughed a little.
“It’s a nice perk I guess.” I felt Bruce nod and I looked up at him. There was love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed down upon me. I smiled happily at him and grabbed his face, kissing him vigorously.
“Wait!” He said, stopping our kiss. I furrowed my brow and moved my head back so I could look at him. Did I do something wrong. “Was I your…” My cheeks went crimson and I hid my face in his chest. He connected the dots. Oh god no….
“I take that as a yes.” He said, laughing at my antics. “I’m sorry… I would have been gentler if I knew it was…I just assumed…” I looked up at him and his face was beet red. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have assumed!”
I burst out laughing, “Bruce, you apologize for the silliest of things!” I continued to laugh. “Don’t worry love; people have assumed much worse of me.” I smiled and kissed him once more before getting out of bed. “Are you hungry? I will go make us some food while you use your brain to open my closet!” I pointed at the door which had the vault entrance behind it. He smiled and watched me walk out of the room.
I could hear Bruce moving around in our bedroom, humming and hawing over how to open the contraption or where the pass-code may be left. I looked around the kitchen for something that would be quick to cook. I laid my eyes upon the Italian sausage in the fridge. Oh please have peirogi’s…please… I looked into the fridge and let out a small yelp of enjoyment.
I miss cooking peirogi’s and sausage! It was the only time where Rufe, Sandy and I were at peace… it was the only time I was happy. A small smile crept over my face as the happy thought slipped into memory. I closed my eyes so I could try to put myself back into that place momentarily.
My thought was interrupted when Bruce walked out of my room, fully dressed with a puppy dog look. “I can’t figure it out.” He said, defeat in his voice. I cooed at him like a mother would a crying baby.
“It’s okay Bruce.” I said hugging him, “That doesn’t mean you aren’t smart.” He laughed against me, naturally breaking our hug. I couldn’t help but laugh with him; I only thought his smile was contagious. I sighed to myself.
“So what now? I’m doomed to live without clothes?” Bruce pondered this for a second, looking me up and down.
“Well… I wouldn’t mind that but I don’t think your birthday suit would be proper work attire. I will go find Tony, see if he knows the passcode. Be back in ten, okay?” He kissed my cheek and walked passed me, leaving me to cook alone.
I walked back into the kitchen, turning on the stove. I almost put the oil into the pan before realizing that hot oil and bare skin don’t mix too well. Going into Bruce’s closet, I grabbed one of his dress shirts and put it over me. It barely covered my lower region.
Walking out of the bedroom, I saw Tony about to leave the apartment.
“Tony?” I called out, walking forward. I made a detour and turned off the stove. Why is he here? And why is he slumped over? “Everything okay?” I was behind him now. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around; I was extremely concerned by this point. I could feel the distress screaming from his body.
Before I even saw his face, I held him close. “Tony, whatever is bothering you… I am here. Cry if you need to…” I heard him sob lightly, his forehead cold against my neck. I held him closely, not wanting to go. I wanted to cry for him, to erase those emotions but somehow I knew he had to feel this way.
“Pepper…” Tony blubbered against my neck. “She left.” He started to bawl now, streams of tears running down his cheeks. I have never seen Tony this vulnerable before, I didn’t know why he was with me though. He doesn’t have anyone else… I thought sadly to myself.
I hugged Tony tightly, trying to stop my own tears. “It will be okay.” I hushed, running my hands up and down his back. I hesitated before I posed my next question.
“Tony? I can calm you if you want. Just so you aren’t crying as much, it pains me to see you like this.” I just heard him whimper and nod his head against my neck. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, holding my breath. I reached out, looking for the closest body to mine. Tony’s mind was just as brilliant as Bruce’s, but there was just as much pain. I slowed the signals for him crying and I slipped out of his mind, gasping for air.
He pulled himself away from me, standing slumped against the wall. I studied his face; his eyes were bloodshot and swollen. His lips were cracked and his forehead has small beads of sweat. I wrapped my hand around the sleeve of my shirt and wiped his face gently, clearing it of sweat and tears.
“Here.” I said grabbing his hand. “Come sit while I cook.” I walked him to the barstool we had set up for the island in the kitchen. I reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer for Tony. I placed it in front of him and the corner of his mouth raised a little. Progress! I shouted in my head, happy with myself.
I turned the stove back on and poured oil into the pan. Letting it sit to heat up a little bit, I went into the living room and grabbed Tony and tissue box. “They’re Puff with Lotion.” I said, slightly more enthusiastic than someone should be about Tissue’s. Tony let out a small chuckle.
“Thanks.” Is all he managed to say but I didn’t mind. Atleast he was talking. “Look I’m sor…”
“Don’t be Tony. And don’t think that way! I’m happy that you came to someone instead of letting it bottle up inside.” I paused, looking at Tony’s troubled look.
“Don’t ever apologize for being human and feeling emotional about things that upset you. Even though your heart is mechanical, it doesn’t make you a robot Tony.” There was silence between us for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the oil cooking the food.
“That’s what Pepper said.” Tony finally spoke, his words like daggers. I was frightened that I set him back with feeling better. Terrified that he may cry again because of what I said. Reaching out I felt the emotions around me, nothing screamed suffering; I felt my body relax. “It’s nice to know not everyone thinks that way.” Tony stared into his bottle, lost in thoughts. I knew I was walking on glass, but I knew I had to ask.
“Why did she leave?” Tony let out a sigh.
“Oh, well you know. When she decided that I was too selfish for her, that my antics in New York made her see that she can’t be with me anymore.” He leaned forward, a sneer painted on his face. “Apparently I’m emotionally damaging.” I knew he was acting like he didn’t care; I looked at him, my brows furrowed with sadness.
“Tony…” His eyes opened wide, he opened his arms in the gesture he always made when he acted like he didn’t do anything wrong.
“What? I didn’t say anything. The bitch deserved to go.”
“Tony!” I yelled, furious at how he was acting like a spoiled brat. “You can’t pretend that you don’t care.” Tony stood up, slamming his hands on the counter. His face red, he screamed back at me, like a child having a tantrum.
“BUT I DON’T CARE NAOMI! I NEVER CARE.” He stormed off, leaving the room and leaving me in shambles. I knew he would be like this for a while, the vulnerable Tony that I saw earlier was gone for now. I just hope he isn’t gone forever. I sighed; I knew I wasn’t getting my clothes anytime soon either.
I finished cooking in silence, running through what just happened between Tony and me continuously in my mind. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear Bruce walk in. I felt someone wrap their arms around me and I spun around quickly. A part of me was hoping it would be Tony.
My gaze was met by Bruce’s worried eyes. “I just saw Tony… do you know anything about why he’s so upset?” I hugged Bruce. Feeling safe in his arms, I finally let go of the tears I had been holding in. Bruce held me closely, just as I had held Tony.
“I take that as a yes? You two didn’t get into a fight did you?” I told Bruce what happened between my light sobs; I told him every detail except for one. I can’t tell him about this feeling that’s growing for Tony. I don’t even know if it’s just because I saw him so vulnerable that I’m feeling this way or if they’re real. I love Bruce though, he is my world… I can’t fall for another.
Bruce let out a sign and hugged me tightly. “You did all that you could Naomi. Don’t feel bad, okay?” I wanted so badly to just forget. Forget the sadness that ran through me when I picture Tony in his previous state. I looked up at Bruce, passion dancing in my eyes, I saw him smirk before I fiercely kissed him; pushing him back against the counter.
The images of Tony still danced in my mind. Bruce started to kiss my neck, but all I could think of was Tony’s cold forehead shaking against my neck as he sobbed in my arms. Trying to distract myself, I ran my hand down his stomach and into his pants. I wrapped my hand around his half hard cock and I started to stroke it; I knew I was doing it right when Bruce bit my neck and moaned against me.
“Bruce, make me forget.” I begged. He stopped kissing me and looked at me. “Please make me forget about all the bad in this world.” I knew Bruce could tell I needed to escape my own mind and I couldn’t do it alone. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. He turned us around so I was against the counters.
He pulled my hand off of his now fully erect penis, and placed it on his jeans, signaling what I was to do next. As I unbuckled his pants, Bruce kissed me on my tender spots. First he kissed me along the side of my neck, and then he slowly kissed me on my collarbone, dragging his lips. Last he tilted my chin slightly up as he nibbled my jawline causing me to moan and gasp at the same time.
His pants were unbuckled and on the floor. He took his lips off my body and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Squat down and suck my cock.” He demanded of me. I smirked and allowed my body to obey. Bruce knows exactly what I need to forget.
I squatted down, spreading my legs as I grabbed the base of his cock in my hand. Moving it up his shaft, I twisted my hand clockwise, and on the way down I turned it counter. I saw his muscles quiver at the motion. I left my hand at the tip, allowing my thumb to play with his head. Slowly I repositioned his cock so the underside of it was exposed.
Grabbing his thigh with my free hand, I pulled myself close to his body, digging my nails into his skin. I licked his balls, flicking them with my tongue. Bruce let out a deep moan which only encouraged me to tease him more. Lightly placing one of his balls in my mouth, I slowly sucked on it. My thumb was now covered in pre-cum, along with the rest of my fingers.
“Finger yourself.” He moaned to me. I moved my face away from his cock and let the hand that was massaging his tip, slowly run down his shaft. I licked my fingers clean, slowly and seductive, my eyes not leaving his. I could hear his breathing harshen as he watched me finger myself. Closing my eyes, I moaned at my own touch.
“Don’t ignore me.” Bruce said, a smile on his face. I moaned and found that I now felt a little daring.
“And what if I do?” I smirked at him, holding eye contact till a moan cause me to rock my head back and close my eyes. He was silent for a moment, watching me tremor beneath him, ready and willing to do what he commanded.
“I would have to fuck your mouth then.” He said, command and dominance in his voice. I bit my lip, wanting Bruce more than ever. I dug my nails back into his thing, causing him to gasp. I ran my tongue along his hard erection, making sure it touched every part.
At first I lightly sucked on his head which brought a long moan from Bruce. Slowly I went deeper and deeper, going as far as I could before letting out a lengthy moan myself. I was now using two fingers, slowly stretching my hole for Bruce’s large member. I noticed my vigorous movements had left a wet puddle under me.
I moved to a rhythm while I sucked Bruce, moaning from the amazing feelings I was causing myself and from the excitement I got from pleasuring Bruce. He grabbed my hair and pulled me upwards until I was looking him in the eyes. He had the same look as last night, when he growled at me. It was obvious that this was the look Bruce had when he was feeling dominant.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked me quietly, softly stroking the fallen hair covering my face. I whimpered and nodded, my pussy throbbing for something more satisfying that my fingers. “Well you have to clean up before that.” I smiled and brought my fingers up to my mouth, slowly placing them on my tongue, I licked them clean.
“All done.” I said, happy that he was smiling at me, pleased by my work.
“You left a mess on the floor Naomi. You need to clean that up. Get on your knees and lick it clean.” He forced me onto my knees, shoving my nose into my cum. I started to lick it, reluctant at first but I felt Bruce lightly push his cock against my pussy. “The more you clean up, the deeper I go.” He said calmly.
I moaned and tried to push my pussy down onto his hard erection. He slapped my ass hard as a warning. “No Naomi. Clean it up.” I moaned at his control, at his ability to be a chameleon from how he usually is. Slowly I licked up my cum from the floor and he slowly went deeper and deeper inside of me.
I let out a pleasured scream as he finally had his whole cock inside of me. I felt his hand on my upper back and he pushed me down so my face was against the tile where my cum just was. He moved in and out of me with vigorous thrusts. “Oh GOD Bruce. Yes, Yes… Ooooh gawwd… YES!” I screamed at each thrust, as he forced his cock into my hole that was slightly too tight.
I felt sensations of pain, pleasure and bliss. Those feelings swarmed my mind and took over. For those moments I forgot all about Tony and how he made me feel, how he so easily tore my heart in two by being his true self.
The person I saw today wasn’t the Tony that most knew; everyone saw him as the arrogant, diva extraordinaire that didn’t care what other’s thought of him or who came and went in his life, because to them Tony Stark was a man with the heart of steel but to me he was just as human and unstable as the rest of us. That is what made me want him the most.
Bruce pulled out of me and I felt his cum land on my ass. My pussy was dripping with my own cum and my legs were shaking. It almost felt like my body was in emotional overload. Between the thoughts of Tony racing through my mind, the guilt I felt for thinking of Tony and not Bruce and the way Bruce had just made me feel, exhausted me beyond repair.
I collapsed on the floor, slowly panting. Bruce spoke to me in his soft and caring voice again. It was my Bruce; he was back and was now worried about me again. “Naomi, are you okay?” I smiled and nodded.
“I’m just tired. You exhausted me.” I let out a small laugh and so did he. I felt a warm and wet cloth run over my lower back and over my butt cheeks. Bruce wiped me down and cleaned me off as I just rested on the floor, concentrating on not passing out.
He lifted me in his arms and started to carry me to our bedroom. “I asked Tony for the passcode.” Despite my state of exhaustion, I felt perkier. “He said to just ask Jarvis. I feel kind of stupid for not thinking of that before.” I smiled and leaned my head back against his chest.
“Don’t be, you’re brilliant.” I managed to say, using up the last of my energy. I could feel Bruce smile and brighten up the room.
I finally surrendered to my exhaustion and the thoughts that clouded my mind. Memories of when Tony sat down in the Holo-room with me; I remembered his charming smile, the kindness in his eyes and his ability to make me laugh in the most stressful times.
I was suddenly surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, and for a moment I felt alone, but I soon felt a body come close to mine. I didn’t care if it was Bruce or Tony, but I hugged them close as they wrapped their arm around me. Their body was warm and relaxing to be pinned against. I smiled against their chest as I fell asleep, dreaming of the man I loved and the man who had so easily captured my heart.

So that's how that goes. Please let me know what you think! I really am worried that everyone's going to hate me for this. If there's a huge negative reaction, I will just make a spin-off fic for my own pleasure. Just review or send me a PM letting me know your thoughts on how this Fic has turned out and if you are a fan of Tony being in the picture.
Thank you for reading as always! I really appreciate that people take the time out of their day to read what I create.
Hopefully I will hear from some of you :)
Narrie
Update 06/23/2012: I will be splitting off and making a separate fic for Bruce/Naomi/Tony :)
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