[FIC] You Can't Make Me!
Title - You Can't Make Me!
Fandom - Avengers [Post movie AU]
Rating - G
Summary - Bruce is the worst patient in the world, but Clint, Darcy and Lucky are the most persistent family in the world.
Written because the bunny would not shut the heck up until I wrote this. A very needed distraction today.
“I’m the Hulk! You can’t make me rest!” Clint looks at Bruce with disbelief, a look mirrored on their daughter’s face as she stares at her Papa. “I have work. Lots of important work and I’m fine.”
“Bruce, your leg is held together with nineteen pins. You’re in a wheelchair. Yesterday you couldn’t pee on your own.” Clint crosses his arms and Darcy copies him. “You are staying in bed.”
“Then get me my laptop.”
“Papa, no working.” Darcy is positively scowling at Bruce as she says it.
“Fine. Lucky I’ll let you sleep in the bed if you fetch my laptop bag?” Bruce offers to the Labrador standing beside Clint, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth to try and inspire the dog to do his bidding. Lucky lifts a paw and covers his eyes in reply. Bruce huffs and crosses his arms. “All I want is to check my emails.”
“Liar. You’ll check them, reply to all of them, then set into finishing that report. You know, the one that you were working on until midnight when you drove home and got hit by a semi,” Clint scolds, and Bruce at least goes pink in response.
“Well.” Bruce fumbles around for an excuse. In fairness, his leg is killing him as the morphine he’s allowed wears off so quickly, he’s tired, and just really glad to be in his own bed. He knows that he’d be the same with Clint if the situations were flipped, but he was so not used to getting hurt that he’d forgotten the skills of convalescing. “Well. I’ll just… Call Tony, get him to- Is that my cell phone?”
Darcy holds the tech aloft and grins. “No calling Uncle Tony for you. No emails either. Bed rest, you heard the doctor.”
“Darce, the doctor was a spotty faced teenager who could probably be in one of those bands you love so much. You know, One That and Take Direction,” Bruce teases back, but Darcy doesn’t even crack a smile. “You’re both evil. And you, dog, don’t you look all innocent.”
Darcy and Clint have an innate ability to move as though they’re one body, and they sigh in tandem. Bruce pouts and tries to look as sweet, innocent and deserving of having his laptop or tablet. Lucky crept forward and jumped on the bed, curling up against Bruce’s good leg and licking his hand.
“No, no I will not be swayed by you being cute,” Bruce tells him, but the dog persists with licking him and snuggling into his leg. “Stop it!” Lucky whines and crawls further up the bed, nudging under Bruce’s elbow for a proper cuddle, which Bruce eventually acquiesces to.
Darcy hops up, trying not to bounce Bruce too much, and snuggles his other side, taking care not to bump the huge cast on his leg and the bruising on his arm and chest on that side. “I want you to get better, Papa, because at Christmas it’s the dad’s ball and I get to take both of you. Reed promised.”
Damn children being cute and convincing with their puppy dog eyes and damn dogs being adorable.
“I-“ The look on Clint’s face stops Bruce’s words dead in their tracks. “Well I am not sitting in this bed for the next eight weeks without a TV, and I’m noticing that the bed is still kind of empty…” Bruce shoots a look at Clint. “I’ll stay in bed, but I’m not sitting here on my own. And I want my Star Trek boxsets because I’m picking what we watch.”
Darcy leans up and kisses his cheek. “And no work?”
Bruce sighs. “No work. None. Zippo. Except one thing.” Bruce evades eye contact with either his husband or daughter. “Reed’s emailing me your work, so… You’ll have to check it. Okay?” Both of them nod and smile, and Clint turns to go back into the living room.
“I’ll fetch the TV.”
Fandom - Avengers [Post movie AU]
Rating - G
Summary - Bruce is the worst patient in the world, but Clint, Darcy and Lucky are the most persistent family in the world.
Written because the bunny would not shut the heck up until I wrote this. A very needed distraction today.
“I’m the Hulk! You can’t make me rest!” Clint looks at Bruce with disbelief, a look mirrored on their daughter’s face as she stares at her Papa. “I have work. Lots of important work and I’m fine.”
“Bruce, your leg is held together with nineteen pins. You’re in a wheelchair. Yesterday you couldn’t pee on your own.” Clint crosses his arms and Darcy copies him. “You are staying in bed.”
“Then get me my laptop.”
“Papa, no working.” Darcy is positively scowling at Bruce as she says it.
“Fine. Lucky I’ll let you sleep in the bed if you fetch my laptop bag?” Bruce offers to the Labrador standing beside Clint, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth to try and inspire the dog to do his bidding. Lucky lifts a paw and covers his eyes in reply. Bruce huffs and crosses his arms. “All I want is to check my emails.”
“Liar. You’ll check them, reply to all of them, then set into finishing that report. You know, the one that you were working on until midnight when you drove home and got hit by a semi,” Clint scolds, and Bruce at least goes pink in response.
“Well.” Bruce fumbles around for an excuse. In fairness, his leg is killing him as the morphine he’s allowed wears off so quickly, he’s tired, and just really glad to be in his own bed. He knows that he’d be the same with Clint if the situations were flipped, but he was so not used to getting hurt that he’d forgotten the skills of convalescing. “Well. I’ll just… Call Tony, get him to- Is that my cell phone?”
Darcy holds the tech aloft and grins. “No calling Uncle Tony for you. No emails either. Bed rest, you heard the doctor.”
“Darce, the doctor was a spotty faced teenager who could probably be in one of those bands you love so much. You know, One That and Take Direction,” Bruce teases back, but Darcy doesn’t even crack a smile. “You’re both evil. And you, dog, don’t you look all innocent.”
Darcy and Clint have an innate ability to move as though they’re one body, and they sigh in tandem. Bruce pouts and tries to look as sweet, innocent and deserving of having his laptop or tablet. Lucky crept forward and jumped on the bed, curling up against Bruce’s good leg and licking his hand.
“No, no I will not be swayed by you being cute,” Bruce tells him, but the dog persists with licking him and snuggling into his leg. “Stop it!” Lucky whines and crawls further up the bed, nudging under Bruce’s elbow for a proper cuddle, which Bruce eventually acquiesces to.
Darcy hops up, trying not to bounce Bruce too much, and snuggles his other side, taking care not to bump the huge cast on his leg and the bruising on his arm and chest on that side. “I want you to get better, Papa, because at Christmas it’s the dad’s ball and I get to take both of you. Reed promised.”
Damn children being cute and convincing with their puppy dog eyes and damn dogs being adorable.
“I-“ The look on Clint’s face stops Bruce’s words dead in their tracks. “Well I am not sitting in this bed for the next eight weeks without a TV, and I’m noticing that the bed is still kind of empty…” Bruce shoots a look at Clint. “I’ll stay in bed, but I’m not sitting here on my own. And I want my Star Trek boxsets because I’m picking what we watch.”
Darcy leans up and kisses his cheek. “And no work?”
Bruce sighs. “No work. None. Zippo. Except one thing.” Bruce evades eye contact with either his husband or daughter. “Reed’s emailing me your work, so… You’ll have to check it. Okay?” Both of them nod and smile, and Clint turns to go back into the living room.
“I’ll fetch the TV.”