Project: FEM - She-Hulk (BrucexReader)

Something is wrong….Why can’t I open my eyes?

“Doctor, she’s barely responsive!”

Who are they talking about…?

“She’s lost a lot of blood. Do we have anyone who is willing to perform a blood transfusion?”

Your eyelids felt heavy and you felt a piercing pain in your stomach. Your lips were dry and cracked, your throat was worse and your entire body felt like there was an immense weight on it. Just lifting up your fingers caused great pain. You searched throughout your memories to try and figure out what had happened. The harder you thought, the more your brain hurt. Not being able to open your eyes was starting to terrify you.

Your hearing wasn’t all too good but you heard a faint beeping noise with beeps that were becoming very frequent with each passing second.

“Wait!” you heard someone familiar yell. “(Name) and I have the same blood type! Let me do a blood transfusion.”

“Who are you?”

“Dr. Robert Bruce Banner.”

Bruce….?

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Just as quickly as the world went black, it came to light again and your eyes adjusted to a bright light hanging above you. A groan left your lips when you became conscious. You could move your fingers but that caused great pain to shoot up your arm. You licked your dry lips and muttered just one thing: water.

Someone had heard your voice and brought a glass of water up to your lips. You drinked it like it was water the God’s had blessed. It felt heavenly. You looked to the side to see Bruce. The Doctor was sleeping in the bed beside you with a tube in his arm. His chocolate brown curls were ruffled and the purple shirt he wore was wrinkled with a few blood drops around the cuffs of his shirt.

You gulped, trying to gather saliva in your mouth.

“W-What….ha..ppened…” you managed to choke out.

Your voice was raspy and low and came out in a ragged whisper.

A female nurse appeared by your side. She had ginger locks that were pulled up in a bun with sea green eyes and red painted lips.

“Sweetie….you were in an accident.”

“W-What…?”

She nodded. “You were driving to work when your car collided with a large pick-up truck that was carrying some supplies to a local workshop. Your face has a few cuts that will heal over time but you will have a scar on your temple as well as one on your stomach.”

“W-Why…?”

Your head was pounding and with each passing second, you received a flood of memories. Everything was slowly started to come back to you in quick, one second flashbacks that felt all too real.

“One of the tools that was on board of the trunk got lodged into your stomach...We’ve fixed the problem however without this man’s help, you would have been dead.”

You looked to see Bruce’s sleeping face. Anyone could tell that your accident caused him great stress.

“He...was….there…?”

She shook her head. “When we realized that you worked with the Avengers, we called to alert them of your injury. He was the first one to show up. The others are waiting for you in the lobby. Bruce is here to keep you company plus, he’s the one that gave you the blood transfusion on the spot in the ambulance.”

Your eyes once again looked over to Bruce. You were stricken with awe and appreciation when you learned that he was the one who had helped save your life. Without him, you probably wouldn’t be here right now.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” the nurse spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “What is your relationship with him?”

Your (e/c) eyes locked on hers and you felt your cheeks burn slightly.

“He’s my fiance actually.”

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The nurses and doctors expected you to be better in health overnight. But they were wrong. Around the witching hour, you found yourself sweating with the bedsheets twisted around your body and your hands clenched into fists. Your knuckles were hot and the room was spinning. Your breathing had become ragged, your temperature had risen so high that you were positive you had a fever. No one was in the room. The button to call for the nurse was too far away. Using your voice wasn’t an option since when you tried to scream, no sound came out.

The world suddenly changed.

You now saw everything in various shades of red.

Your back arched off the bed, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Meanwhile, your body had broken out into spasm attacks. Your blood boiled and deep down inside your body you felt anger beginning to form.

And then it was like something had snapped inside of you.

The sound of a hospital nightgown being ripped and torn echoed throughout the room which was followed by a loud roar. Doctors with nurses close behind rushed into the room only to take a step back in horror. Before their very eyes they saw you. But you weren’t yourself. Your body had suddenly grown more muscles and you were taller in height. Your normal (e/c) eyes were a glowing yellow, and your hair was jet black with red streaks. And it wasn’t just your hair that had red in it but now your entire body was red.

Because they were all so terrified, the doctors and the nurses screamed. This only agitated you. With a loud roar, you busted down the hospital walls and jumped out. You began running in the middle of the crowded city streets, not sure of where you were going. Citizens everywhere screamed and ran away from you. You stopped and gripped your hair as you tried to make sense of things.

This wasn’t like you. What had happened? How were you suddenly now like a female version of the Hulk?

Down the street, a military tank rolled into view. It made you further enraged. How dare they try to stop you? You ripped out a street lamp to use as a weapon. The street was in the process of being cleared but there were still maniac drivers about. The SWAT team came and began to surround you. You sneered at them, stomping your foot on the ground to cause a ripple through the concrete to knock them off their feet.

You were the big bad wolf and they were the sheep you hunted. That’s what they had painted you into being. With skin as red as fire, it was like you were already drenched in blood shed.

A young girl’s cry snapped you away from your dark thoughts. She was alone and scared, having lost her mother or father in the panicked crowd. To make matters worse, a crazed driver was about to hit her. You ran towards her and scooped her up into your arms to save her. Everyone was left in the shock but the military was still sure that you were a beast. You quickly set the young girl aside when she pointed out her father who was young man wearing a bow tie.

You again faced the military, growling at them. You weren’t about to go down without a fight.

“No, stop!” Someone yelled.

Someone was running and pushing through the crowd and when they appeared, your eyes softened. It was Bruce. He looked exhausted and worried for your well being. He was shorter than you now but he paid no mind to that.

“(Name)...please you need to try and calm down,” he begged.

“What’s wrong….with me…?” you asked him confused.

It looked like your voice had changed due to your transformation and was now deeper.

He ran hand through his hair. “The blood transfusion caused a bad side effect. You’re now like the Hulk only slightly different with the red skin and all. I’m sorry, (Name). I didn’t know that this would happen. I didn’t stop to think about what my blood would do to you. I was just focused on trying to save you…”

He cast his gaze to the side. The military was on standby, instructed to attack whenever you did. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. All those times you meditated with Bruce were starting to pay off. You felt your head clear and the anger inside of you die. When you opened your eyes again, you had a killer headache but you were back to normal. You fell into Bruce’s arms and your loving fiance pressed kisses to your forehead and temple. He was so happy that you were alright. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you had gotten hurt.

♠♠♠Extended Ending♠♠♠

“You really made a mess of things in Manhattan, sweetheart,” Tony chuckled when he sat down on the couch next to you.

You, Bruce, and Tony were going over the footage of your little incident in the city when you had transformed. Ever since then, you had been working with SHIELD’s top facilities in order to regain more control over your new acquired abilities. Bruce was also giving you some private lessons.

“I at least saved that little girl,” you defended yourself. “She sent me fan mail once saying that I was her new favorite hero.”

“Who was her old one?” Bruce asked curiously.

“Tony,” you snickered.

“No fair,” the billionaire pouted. “If you’re a superhero now, however, we need to give you a superhero name.”