Anonymous said: Please, Bruce. Just Bruce anything.
He stood in line at the corner store, milk in one hand and a box of cereal in the other. For all Tony insisted that he has people - people that Bruce had yet to see like, ever - to bring food and restock necessities, Bruce’s food had an alarming habit of disappearing without warning. He knew it was Tony. He’d found crumbs of his granola on Tony’s desk and the empty containers of his yogurt in Tony’s trash and even, that one time, walked in to find Tony with a mouthful of Bruce’s chocolate chips and looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi.
This particular morning, Bruce had woken up to an empty box of cereal in the pantry and a millimeter of milk left in the carton, still sitting in the refrigerator. So here he was, 7AM on a Saturday, waiting in line so that he could eat his breakfast.
He took the change from the cashier and walked out onto the road. He fumbled with his wallet, trying to get his money back into it. He paused, feeling the familiar prickling sensation of being watched. He looked up, scanning the area.
Just to his right at the bus stop, a woman was standing with her daughter. The little girl, who couldn’t be more than seven, was staring at Bruce openly. Her brows were ever so slightly furrowed, mouth hanging open. It was a look he’d seen a million times before, like they couldn’t quite believe what it was they were seeing. But the thing was, Bruce hadn’t seen it directed at him before - at Steve, almost daily. At Tony, every time they walked out the door. Thor couldn’t sneeze without people openly gaping, and even Clint and Natasha got it their fair share. But Bruce? People only recognized the other guy.
The kid was still staring at him, like she was almost sure who he was but didn’t dare to believe it.
So Bruce scrunched up his face in the imitation of a growl and made his hands into fists, imitating a smashing gesture. The kid looked like it was Christmas Eve and she’d just caught Santa beneath the tree, eyes wide and smiling big enough that Bruce was a little worried her face is going to split in two.
The bus pulled up, and the girl’s mother pulled her on board. And when Bruce walked back to the tower, he felt like his steps were a little bit lighter.
there are bugs that are literally, split down the middle, half male and half female, worms and snails that have both sets of genitalia, fish that just up and switch sexes when there’s a male or female space in their group that needs filling and you want me to believe that God hates all sorts of gender-bending in his children
I think you need to take a better look at God’s creation