Bruce Needs Help, Natasha/Bruce
"Have you ever thought of our own mortality? Like the fact that at some point some currently unforeseen incident is going to end each of our lives, assumably at different times. Yet we live our everyday lives as if there's no possibility that tomorrow we'll all just drop dead out of nowhere. And that one day there will be very little proof that we were ever here," Bruce hums as Natasha's almost asleep.
Her eyes widen for a moment, before she takes the pillow out from under her head and hits him with it.
"Go to sleep, crazy," she sighs.
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"If everything in the world were to get 100 times bigger at the same exact time, no one would notice," Bruce says in the middle of the night, and all Natasha can do is stare at him.
She hits him with a pillow again and gets out of bed.
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"Have you ever realized that "Maybe if you go to bed you'll fell better in the morning" is literally the living version of "have you tried turning it off and back on again?”" Bruce mumbles, half asleep.
Nat just hits him with the pillow once again, "Turn it off."