525,600 Minutes

Daylight

"Tasha, I love you," he moans with his nickname for her. She whispers in her own language, soft and reassuring to remind him that he is loved.

And just like that the telephone rings. Bruce feels like screaming but latches back onto her mouth instead.

They're both on edge and she groans herself over the frustrating interruption that immediately pulls her out of their intimate moment;

"Zhopu porvu margala vikoliu!"

His eyes widen as they pause in their movement. He doesn't need to understand every word to know that she's angry;

"That didn't sound...happy."

Natasha closes her eyes and tries to ignore, sighing when Alex starts to bark over the phone ringing. Her head falls, the sweat on her forehead meeting that on his chest when they groan with equal agitation.

"I should answer that."

"I can get it-."

"You'll break it, Vrach."

"I'm not as angry as you are."

She glares back over his response.

He shrugs, eyes shutting tight as he helps her move from off of him;

"Don't move, Bruce. I'll be right back."

Natasha grabs her silk purple robe, scolds her screaming dog and addresses the ringing device in the kitchen.

"What, Fury. Can this wait-...okay. I'm all ears."

And now Bruce is getting angry.  He tugs the blanket from his waist up to his shoulder and then above his head. It's always work. If it's not her device going off at the worst possible moment, it's his. After being away from her for so long between their chaotic year and the constant missions she's had since, he's starting to lose his mind.

He hears her step back into the room, she whispers,

"Bruce?"

He reveals his eyes, red, tired, and full of desire for his wife.

She smirks over his eyeballs and adjusts his hair, "I have to prep for a mission."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"...Okay."

"Okay?!"

"Yeah. Okay,' he sits up with a swallow, ready to help as he searches for his pants, 'What do you need? Your uniform is in the living room, still drying from yesterday-."

"Ugh, stop. It's not until tomorrow afternoon,' she rolls her eyes, 'I was just testing you. I wanted to see what you'd do."

"And?"

"And you passed. So, maybe we can pick up where we left off? Before the phone started ringing and interrupting our moment?"

Banner is far more eager for her to return to his arms than to be mad over the idea of being 'tested'. Even if after everything they've been through, her lack of trust joking or not is definitely a trigger.

He ignores it tonight because she'll be off again soon. And a night of what feels like inevitably arguing doesn't sound appealing. So he throws the blanket and reaches for her waist instead;

"Yes please! Come here!"

Natasha giggles like a teenager over his eagerness to flip her underneath him. She bites her lip with a playful chuckle as her arms held firmly around his neck;

"Who put you in charge?"

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The smell of a strong cup of coffee wakes Natasha from her deep sleep, comfortable in one of Banner's gray t-shirts. She tugs the bottom hem, opposite hand caught in her red hair as she stumbles into the kitchen;