Avengers One Shot: "Mending Bridges and Breaking Bedframes" Early Release (Patreon)

Another arrow thunked into the middle of the target that hung from the hay bale in the back yard of the Barton household.

Despite the success, and the many that had come before it, the archer responsible did not celebrate. The young brunette simply picked up another arrow, nocked it, aimed and fired.

Above her, looking out from a window on the second floor, a stunning redhead sighed while tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eye.

“You can't hide in here forever you know…” came a deep, yet soft spoken voice from behind her.

Natasha looked over her shoulder, seeing Bruce leaning against the doorframe, taking the majority of it up with his large frame. 

“Just…not sure how to face them. I've got a lot of skeletons in my closet, but none like this…how can I face the family that once called me Aunt when I'm responsible for their father's death?”

Bruce sighed, before pushing off from the frame and carefully stepping inside in order to rest a hand into her shoulder.

“Clint made a choice, Nat. And it was to ensure his family lived. That includes you. And Laura wouldn't have invited you to Thanksgiving if she didn't fully believe that too.”

Below, the front door opened before Laura walked out into the yard toward the still practicing Lila Barton. Quiet words were exchanged, before the pair hugged and moved to head inside.

Natasha sighed, before turning fully towards Bruce. “I know. I know…” she then looked up at Bruce, who held a caring smile.

“It's not just them I was avoiding. I…we haven't really spoken since Sokovia.” She pauses and frowns when she hears Bruce huff a small chuckle.

Seeing her frown, he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not laughing at you. You sound exactly like I did to Jennifer, when I was wondering whether to accept Laura's invite or not. Came a bit out of the blue, and I knew you would be here.”

Nat sighed, and a small smile appeared on her face. “Laura means well. I don't think she got the memo that we weren't really as…close. Being dusted will do that.”

Bruce nodded. “Well, I for one, am glad. It gives me the opportunity to apologise” 

Nat blinked in surprise. “Apologise? I was the one who broke your trust.” 

“I mean about the last time I was here. I was insensitive. I only thought about my problems with having a family. I didn't even think that you might not be able to have kids.” Bruce looked down in slight shame, but Natasha lifted his chin back up to look at her.

“Don't. You couldn't have known. The only people I ever told were Phil, Clint, Laura…and you.” Bruce smiled slightly, and as the pair looked down at each other, the old spark they felt before came back in full force.

They leaned nearer, lips almost touching and and their breath brushing against each other. “You know, I think I missed the messages last time, Nat. Think I could try again?”

“Just shut up and kiss me”

The pair closed the distance, and years of tension melted away as the pair tried to convey as much as possible through their locked lips. Their relief, their apologies, their understanding. And, the attraction they had ignored for far too long all in aid of helping save the world.

Nat broke the kiss, starting to pull at Bruce's shirt to remove it. Bruce backed up towards the bed, sitting to allow her to better reach and pull the item of clothing off him, revealing his strong, muscular physique. A far cry from his form before he merged with Hulk.

As Nat gazed over his toned torso, he grew a little self conscious.

“Sorry…I know it's a little weird. Being green and all…”

Nat shook her head, and stepped between his legs. “Don't. I'd like you either way, Bruce. But the extra muscles are nice. I don't care if they're green.” She leans down and kisses him again, Bruce tentatively raising his hands to her hips as she does.

When Nat moans her appreciation into the kiss, he runs his hands up and under her shirt, easily able to hold her ample breasts in his palms.

Nat breaks the kiss and gives him a smouldering look, before stepping back a little from him. At first, he's worried that he had overstepped, but then she began to move to an unseen beat. She lifted her shirt up and over her head in a sensual movement, revealing her lacy black bra beneath.

“All those seduction missions taught me a thing or two, let me show you…” Natasha then began a dance that Bruce would never forget. 

She spun, she rolled her hips and thrust her chest out, and throughout it all she managed to remove her clothes until she was wearing nothing but her underwear and a smile.

Bruce had never been so turned on.

Something that was readily apparent as his member strained against its constraints. A fact Nat had clearly noticed.

“Oh? Is that for me?” She asked in a sultry tone and she stepped closer with an exaggerated sway to her hips.

When she got right in front of him, she squatted down in a perfect move, spreading her knees and revealing the dampening fabric and contours of her pussy.

The bulge in his trousers twitched, and Nat grinned as she reached up to undo his buckle. After precisely removing his belt and throwing it to the other side of the room, she grabbed his waistline and pulled.

Bruce bounced free, nearly slapping Nat in the cheek had she not leaned back with her practiced reflexes. As he stood at full mast, pointing up towards the ceiling, Nat couldn't help but have her jaw drop a little in awe.

Bruce was easily the biggest cock she had seen. He even gave some of those fantasy dildos a run for their money. Thick and muscular, it was at least thirteen inches tall, and half as wide. Thick green veins pulsed along its length in time to his heartbeat, and a dark green crown topped it off.

Bruce fidgeted. “Sorry. I know it's a bit…much.”

At his voice, Nat finally looked away from the behemoth, before regaining her sultry smirk. She raised her hand. touching him for the first time and making him groan as she attempted to encircle him…and failed.

“Don't be embarrassed, Bruce. It's massive, but perfect.” She raised her other hand to join the first, finally able to fully wrap around his length. Slow, steady movements brought a building pleasure to him, but nothing compared to when Nat leaned down and started to kiss and lick the large crown, all while maintaining constant eye contact.

The view of his size against her face would be almost comical, if it wasn't so arousing.

“Mmm, you taste good Bruce. Bon appetit”. Natasha then opened her mouth wide, before engulfing his head entirely. His sheer size meant she could get no further than to run her tongue over his glans, using her hands to pump and stroke the remaining length.

Still, it was plenty enough to get Bruce panting and watching her with an almost feral look in his eyes…a look she had normally seen in the Hulk. “Well. They are one now. Guess this makes him come out and play a little…”

Nat bobbed and sucked and stroked, spreading her saliva along his length as she did. Occasionally he would bump against the back of her throat, but she had long since trained away her gag reflex. It was a surprisingly useful skill as a spy.

Still. It was clear that she would not be getting more of him into her throat. Not without dislocating her jaw at least, which was something she could do, but she felt that might not be something Bruce would like to try…yet.

Bruce kept his hands to his sides, unsure quite what to do with himself. He wanted nothing more than to rest his hands in her locks and help guide her in pleasuring him…but he was conscious of his strength. He may be unable to control it in the throes of passion.

So he resigned himself to clenching his fists, and gazing down at the gorgeous redhead. “That's amazing Nat…if you don't slow down soon, I'm going to struggle to hold on”.

With a wet pop and further pumps of her arms, Nat looked up at him with a grin. “Can't have that before the main event, can we?”

She then stood back up gracefully, leaning in to kiss his jawline before working up to his mouth to plant a searing kiss. Bruce returned it eagerly, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer, eliciting a giggle from her.

Breaking the kiss, Nat's eyes had darkened fully with lust, before reaching for her panties and pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them. She placed a hand to his chest, pushing him back a little so that he was leaning on his elbows, still sitting at the edge of the bed.

In another show of her impressive acrobatics skills, she then planted a bare foot into his thick, muscular thigh, before stepping up so that she was squatting on his lap now, hovering over his length with her pussy nearly touching his cock.

His strength meant that he barely felt her weight upon him. As Nat lowered further, his crown nudging against her wet folds, Bruce reached up and held her weight under her thighs.

“Wait…are you sure? I mean. Look at me…that's not going to be an easy fit…”

Natasha just looked down, his impressive size easily bigger than anything she had tried previously. But this wasn't going to deter her.

“I'm sure. I've never wanted anything more, in fact. Now stop being a gentleman and let me impale myself on your huge fucking cock!” She then pushed down, letting more of her weight press against him.

He could have held her up easily, but her dirty talk made it clear what she wanted…so he let go. And almost immediately his cock stretched her lips wide and sunk into her warm depths.

Nat shuddered, the size feeling even more impressive in her pussy than her mouth. Recovering quickly, she started to bounce up and down, her thighs burning slightly with the effort as she took more and more of him.

After several minutes of this, she felt the need to shift her position. Slipping her feet off his thighs and onto the bed so she could kneel instead, the movement sunk several more inches into her in one go.

Both groaned in pleasure at the shift. Then a quiet “holy shit, Nat!” had her looking down with a triumphant grin. However, seeing his gaze focused fully on her stomach, she looked down at herself and gasped lightly.

Bruce's sheer size was apparent, causing a noticeable bulge upon her normally taut belly. He wasn't even fully inside, and already the bulge was nearing her belly button…

Tentatively, she reached up to run her hand over the shape. She could feel him through her skin, moving and shifting to her touch. Clearly, he could feel her hand too, as he groaned and laid back fully on his back. “Damn, Nat. You're crazy.”

She grinned, before resuming her steady movements. “You haven't seen anything yet, baby.” Slowly, steadily, she took more of Bruce's length. “Fucking hell…it feels like I'm trying to take a god damn baseball bat. But I'm so close to taking it all…fuck it.”

With gritted teeth, she let her entire weight bear down on him, forcing the remaining length inside and allowing her to finally sit flush to his groin. She felt his crown nudge against her cervix, as deep as it could go. It was almost uncomfortable, yet felt just right.

Panting, she looked down past her now much larger belly bulge at the wide eyed Bruce. His hands were flat against the bed, but it was clear he was struggling to restrain himself from reaching up to touch her.

“What are you waiting for, Bruce? Have some fun~” Bruce looked up from her belly to her eyes, a look of concern on his face. And no small amount of lust.

“I don't want to hurt you, Nat…” 

Natasha leans down, a feat made harder by the rigid pole inside her, to cup his face gently. “You won't…I'll tell you know if it hurts. Just a little thrusting baby, I need it…”

Bruce frowns. “Well, she's asked for it…and I'll be damned if I'm not going to give Nat what she wants now”. He reached up and clasped her perfect ass in his hands, each cheek fitting perfectly in his hands.

He then lifted her up, dragging his cock out of her and making her moan as her folds hugged and gripped him, seemingly trying to prevent his escape. God, she was tight.

Then he pulled her back down his length again, hitting her cervix with a gasp of air. “Yes! Just like that, fuck me Bruce!” Enjoying her responses, he started to set a steady pace, thrusting in and out deeply and loving the feeling of her pussy flexing around his length.

The pair got lost in the feelings, panting and kissing and moaning, all the while getting closer to their peak. Though it was clear that Nat was going to reach hers first, if her fluttering walks were any indication. Stamina was a specialty of the Hulk, after all…

“Oh God…I'm so close…gonna cum!” Nat tensed above him, and the fluttering intensified as her core muscles clamped around his lengths. Soon after, they relaxed again and she went right back to bouncing up and down his length.

“Don't think…pant…we're stopping until you cum too!” Her movements got more erratic, and the bulge in her belly was mesmerizing as it danced in front of him. Still, it was clear even the ultra fit Nat was starting to flag a little…

Frustrated, Nat decided upon a different tactic. “Is that the best you can do, Bruce? Or are you going to fuck me properly?” she asked with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I know what you're trying to do” Bruce growled, his tone shooting a shiver down her spine.

“Is it working?” She asked hopefully. With a grunt, Bruce grabbed her waist and spun them, rolling on top and pinning her underneath him by his size.

“Remember, you asked for this Nat.” Bruce then gave a swift deep thrust, his cock slamming home and driving the air from her lungs.

“Gasp…again!” Nat mewled from beneath him, so he complied. Soon, his hips were a blur, driving in and out. Her belly bulge danced and her voice cracked as she screamed in pleasure.

The bed creaked from their weight and the power of his thrusts. “Nat…I'm getting close!”

“Inside! It's not like I can get pregnant, so make the most of it and dump your load inside me!” 

Her words made Bruce redouble his efforts. He folded her legs up into a mating press, before holding her hips and increasing his speed once more.

Nat gazed at Bruce's face as she was pounded into the mattress, his eyes having fully taken on a more wild look. “There's…the Hulk I love too…” she whispered, though plenty loud enough for Bruce to hear.

It was enough to drive him over the edge.

With several more deep thrust, Bruce hilted himself fully before growling again. “Fuck Nat! Here it comes!”

Nat's eyes widened as she felt his member swell even larger, before an eruption of warmth filled her to the brim. “Ohhh fuuuck!!!”

Her own orgasm crashed down again, her pussy pulsing and milking even more cum from him. After several large blasts, her belly had rounded out even more from the sheer quantity of cum.  

Bruce groaned, before slumping off to the side of her, landing in the bed with a thump. He reached out and held Nat, who grasped his arm like a lifeline when still staring up at the ceiling with a distant look 

The pair stayed like that, steadying their breathing and enjoying the feeling of being so close. Eventually, Nat looked down and rubbed her cum swollen belly, a look of joy on her face.

“Well…even if I can't get pregnant…at least I can roleplay it, with a load like that.”

Bruce snorted, and this made Nat laugh as well. As they laughed, Nat glanced down and saw that Bruce's member was still very much active. “Holy shit Bruce. You've not even wilted.” 

Bruce scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Hulk stamina, remember?”

Nat smirked, before rolling over with some effort and rising to her hands and knees. “Well, then we had better fix th…ah!”

With her movement, the already weakened bed gave up and collapsed, the legs giving way at the bottom and causing it to drop. The pair slid down the mattress to be dumped on the floor at the foot of the bed in a tangled mess.

The pair looked at each other…before laughing once more. “Oh God…what am I going to tell Laura?!” Bruce panicked, though the smile failed to leave his face.

“I'm sure she'll be thrilled. Come on, let's get dressed. I reckon dinner's nearly ready, we can tell her afterwards, yes?”

The pair began getting dressed, wondering what the future would hold for them. Whatever it would be, they would do so together.

What neither could have realized was just how…determined, Hulk semen could be. As Natasha reveled in her pretend bump, Bruce's swimmers worked to mend the damage caused by the Red Rooms procedures….