Betty Ross' everloving husband.
Studying to get a doctorate in nuclear physics and I carry a lot of stress balls. I keep myself to myself for good reasons.
I have a "special" alter-ego which only appears when I get angry, so just a warning. Please try not to irritate me, it won't work out well for anyone.
Last incident: July 4th 2013
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The odds are that we will probably be alright
A Joyful Uncertainty || Bretty
Betty didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, she was ecstatic; she had always wanted a child. Ironically enough, the girl who had grown up without a mother was the one best suited for motherhood. Ever since she was a child, Betty’s favorite toy was a pink-faced baby doll, and she would dream of the day when she had a child of her own, and she would give him -or her- all the love she never received from her father. She never thought she would feel so much fear when the time came. And yet, there was joy. And a shred of guilt for feeling so much joy, and for desiring a child who would no doubt endure much suffering in his or her life. Shaky hands and tear-filled eyes. Betty looked at Bruce. Did he want this as much as she did?
She looked back and forth from Bruce to the tiny stick containing her fate. She didn’t know how to for it into words, but she knew he had to know. By the look on her face, and the mere fact that she was holding a pregnancy test in her hands, he had to know what was coming. Still, she thought she should at least try to form the news into words. She extended her arm, and took a few steps toward him. She gulped, and finally muttered the words that made her pregnancy all that more real. ”We’re pregnant.”
Bruce felt his stomach lurch and twist as he stared directly into his wife’s eyes. He wanted it to be true, Lord did he want it all the be true. But he was scared. What if they’re like me. The thought had haunted Bruce ever since he started thinking about having a child. What if it’s a monster like me? But every time he thought this he had to stop himself. No, that’s wrong to think that way….that’s how he would think. It made him sick to feel himself start turning into his father. But now he understood how Brian thought, having a son with diseased genes. No. I won’t turn into him. I will never become him.
Bruce straightened up and took Betty’s hands in his, stroking her shaking hands with his fingers. “Betty…” He said with unease. And she said it. Those two words that would change everything. Pregnant. He couldn’t breathe, he tried to inhale but no oxygen would reach his lungs. “Preg-” He tried, needing the urge to scream but was too shocked to move. “I’m gonna be a dad?” Suddenly, like a switch being turned on, a tidle wave of emotions flooded in. Bruce put a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasp. “I’m going to be a dad…” Ecstasy. “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!” He scooped Betty up in his arms and twirled her around in the air, laughing and crying.
Hey haven't heard from you in a while, you doing okay?
Thanks anon for checking up. Life obviously has it’s ups and downs, sometimes it can get a bit difficult. But I have things to keep me going, so I’m doing better than I could hope.
Text || Bretty
- Betty: Oh my god that sounds heavenly. Yes, please.
- Betty: You do so much for me. I love you so much <3
- Bruce: I love you too. And you deserve every but of it. You need to keep your body relaxed, especially for the both of you.
Text || Bretty
- Betty: I'm doing alright today, yeah. My feet are killing me, though. And I'm so tired, I fell asleep in the middle of a lecture today, it was so embarassing. Other than that, it was okay, I guess <3
- Bruce: I'm in the cafe right now, how about I bring you a blueberry muffin and a pumpkin spice latte?
- Bruce: I could even give you a foot massage? You need to take it easy. x
Text || Bretty
- Bruce: Hey sweetheart, you feeling alright today? x
Everyone seems to have had a good time last night.
And here I am…
I am holding your name
underneath my tongue
in case you ask me
to make my favorite
Text || Bruce & Tony
- Bruce: Tony, i've got something I need to tell you.
A Joyful Uncertainty || Bretty
It had been the longest four minutes or Betty’s life. She was usually a patient woman, but locked inside her bathroom, holding her veiled fate in her hands, she became antsy. A few weeks before, she claimed it wasn’t possible. There was too much radiation in both their bodies, it couldn’t be. Not to mention that she had been dead for months, something that had taken a toll on her bodily functions. But all the cravings, nausea, cramps, mood swings and unusually late period fought to prove her wrong. And she didn’t know if she wanted to be right.
It wasn’t a mystery that Betty wanted a child. But anyone in their right mind could tell that the Banners having a child wouldn’t be the most prudent thing to do. Hulks procreating? Not exactly safe. But as the seconds wore on, Betty found herself leaning towards a particular result, the one she knew would also be the most dangerous, the one she thought wasn’t possible.
After what seemed like a year-long wait, a symbol began to form in the little stick. Betty straightened up, and observed as a pale plus sign appeared, and her heart summersaulted with joy. There was fear, definitely fear, but a lot of joy. “Bruce!” she called as she left the bathroom, ready to tell her husband the news.
Bruce had a very long free period that day, and of course he chose to spend it with Betty. He had surprised her at the door with a box of chocolates and a single rose, he wasted no time to show his everlasting affections. He set the kettle on and proceeded to sit cross-legged on her couch, opening up a book and relaxed. He always felt safe and secure in her presence. Suddenly during his visit, Betty had rushed to the bathroom, Bruce had taken note of her long absence and made her a cup of tea for when she returned, he set it down on the coffee table and returned to his book.
Bruce turned the page as the story-line increased, tension was gushing through the pages, he didn’t even look up when Betty finally returned and his name was called. “What is is sweetheart?” He kept on reading, until he heard no response. He looked up to see Betty stood at the bathroom door. Everything normal. Wait…no, something is wrong. Bruce set the book aside and inspected his wife further. Betty was shaking, seemed to be on the verge of tears, even. And holding a stick. “What…” He stared at the plastic stick in her hand. A pregnancy stick. “Is…” His voice went low and breathless. “Is that what I…” Is she? No, it’s impossible. Bruce got a wave of anxiousness and a mix of hopefulness. Can this happen? Has it? He waited in suspense for her answer.