An excerpt from Remember Enough for the Both of Us
(in which we ask the question: what if a terrible accident causes Bruce to forget who Tony is when he Hulks out? Years of love, life, and memories lost in a single incident. Can they ever recover what they lost without being destroyed in the process? And what if they do, and it happens again?):
“Maybe looking at some pictures might help,” Tony said quietly with a small smile, almost holding his breath in hopes that this might bring back even the tiniest of memories. Bruce nodded and slowly scrolled through the pictures, occasionally smiling or furrowing his brow. Tony glanced surreptitiously sideways at him, searching for any spark of recognition, then laughed a little when they got to a picture of Hulk giving Clint a noogie, Clint’s face red and legs kicking.
“Oh my God, I’d almost forgotten about that one. Hulk and Clint made some stupid bet about Steve accidentally-on-purpose losing his cowl halfway through every battle. Clint lost,” Tony said, chuckling. Bruce made a disconcerted noise, looking uncomfortable.
“Was he all right?” he asked, looking at Clint’s red face. Tony’s smile dropped.
“Yeah! Bruce, yeah, he was fine. Clint and Hulk are best bros, they give each other shit all the time…” Tony studied Bruce’s concerned face for a moment, then flipped to the next photo, smiling again. This one was a candid shot of Bruce holding Steve’s shield and talking animatedly to Tony, while Steve fixed the zip on his uniform.
“Oh, this was when we had to do that bullshit interview for Entertainment Weekly. All they wanted to ask about was our love life and whether Steve was an eligible bachelor, and it ended with Nat getting fed up and shoving her Widow’s Bite into a nest of wires under the table, taking out the power on the whole block.” Bruce laughed, scrolling again.
The next picture was of Tony and Bruce with their arms slung around each other’s shoulders, Tony in a grey suit and Bruce in a cheerful yellow shirt. Tony was quiet a moment, as Bruce held the tablet nearer, closely scrutinizing the joy and laughter radiating from both their faces.
“That was right after the Battle of New York, just over two years ago before we started dating. You- Hulk saved my life that fight, caught me from falling from space,” he murmured. “We were getting ready to come back to the tower. I didn’t want you to go on the run again, I wanted you to stay here and quit wasting your brain playing Florence Nightingale in places without running water. Your lab and R&D facility was set up, and I was hoping you’d want to try it out and stay awhile. You did.” He looked down at his hands, swallowing hard.
“I look so happy,” Bruce whispered.