"We didn't really have time to talk about it. About anything." End of the world. They didn't even get through the explanation of what was going wrong before earth was attacked. "We were enslaved on a planet and forced to fight in a gladiator ring to survive." For years. Bruce knew that Hulk was the only reason he was alive, that Hulk used those years to protect them both, and maybe that was part of why this loss felt like a loss as well as a relief. He used to hate the entity that ruined his life, even if that entity was himself, but for once they were starting to sync. Even when Bruce was desperate to keep his mind together, to not change into the Hulk again, it was fear of loss of self. Not fear of the Hulk. "Thor found us there, we went to Asgard, it was destroyed, the refuges from Asgard were then attacked by Thanos." And there. That was the summary. Murder, disaster, loss, and misery.
"It is for the best. Maybe. I don't know. If it's stressful here, it means I can't help. We don't have Veronica here." Bruce was useless when it came to stressful situations, that's why the Hulk balanced him out. If he wasn't able to be part of the team, what exactly did he bring to the table? He shook his head before he dropped too low into that spiral, wanting to focus on the here and now. Tony. Alive.
The look on his face at the offer was a mix of too many emotions to name. He could close his eyes and remember exactly what it was like, to live in the tower, to have that sense of community. It wasn't the same here, but the offer was the same, the intention was the same. "Yes, please, I don't ... you're all I've got." Well that was too honest and not intentional, blurted the way it was, but it was true so he couldn't take it back. After everything between them, and this was still Tony's response to him. He didn't do anything to deserve a person like that.
"I'm sorry." What useless words. Bruce took Tony's hand and held it, not tight, just held it. "Call that a blanket sorry for everything, but also because I'm just stupidly rambling about gladiators and I should have asked what happened to you."
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"It is for the best. Maybe. I don't know. If it's stressful here, it means I can't help. We don't have Veronica here." Bruce was useless when it came to stressful situations, that's why the Hulk balanced him out. If he wasn't able to be part of the team, what exactly did he bring to the table? He shook his head before he dropped too low into that spiral, wanting to focus on the here and now. Tony. Alive.
The look on his face at the offer was a mix of too many emotions to name. He could close his eyes and remember exactly what it was like, to live in the tower, to have that sense of community. It wasn't the same here, but the offer was the same, the intention was the same. "Yes, please, I don't ... you're all I've got." Well that was too honest and not intentional, blurted the way it was, but it was true so he couldn't take it back. After everything between them, and this was still Tony's response to him. He didn't do anything to deserve a person like that.
"I'm sorry." What useless words. Bruce took Tony's hand and held it, not tight, just held it. "Call that a blanket sorry for everything, but also because I'm just stupidly rambling about gladiators and I should have asked what happened to you."