Well that sounded like Bruce's worst fears realized. Out of control, people hurt or killed and he'd never had a chance to stop it, lost and far from anything either of them knew- On the one hand he remained fiercely glad that the quinjet hadn't failed- that they survived whatever happened. On the other he hated that it worked too well. Took Bruce and Hulk somewhere they probably never should've been in the first place.
A world ended before the universe ended and fuck, could Asgard ever catch a break? Could earth? Could anyone?
It dipped too deep back into everything he was trying desperately not to think about. What he could've done different, how he could've gone back to the beginning and kept them together- too many options, too many paths and not a single one of them with any kind of guide as to which was the best option-
Tony's heartbeat filled his ears for a moment, eyes falling shut as he tried to breathe. It was fine. They were fine. Bruce was here, they were safe, whatever happened back home was beyond his control. He couldn't change it. He couldn't fix it. Without any kind of platitude or promise to offer he settled for leaning up and tugging Bruce in, wrapping his arms around Bruce's shoulders again. This was easy. This was grounding. "Well, good news is someone grows a fuck ton of weed- so we should be able to manage that."
Like that was any kind of solution.
"...you're all I've got too, you know."
Pepper's line. Something she'd said at the beginning and he wasn't crying, he wasn't, his eyes were hot from all the soot, they itched, that was all. He kept his breath steady as best he could but it wasn't enough to smooth over the hitch, the way his hands tightened in Bruce's scrubs. "Not your fault. None of that was your fault."
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A world ended before the universe ended and fuck, could Asgard ever catch a break? Could earth? Could anyone?
It dipped too deep back into everything he was trying desperately not to think about. What he could've done different, how he could've gone back to the beginning and kept them together- too many options, too many paths and not a single one of them with any kind of guide as to which was the best option-
Tony's heartbeat filled his ears for a moment, eyes falling shut as he tried to breathe. It was fine. They were fine. Bruce was here, they were safe, whatever happened back home was beyond his control. He couldn't change it. He couldn't fix it. Without any kind of platitude or promise to offer he settled for leaning up and tugging Bruce in, wrapping his arms around Bruce's shoulders again. This was easy. This was grounding. "Well, good news is someone grows a fuck ton of weed- so we should be able to manage that."
Like that was any kind of solution.
"...you're all I've got too, you know."
Pepper's line. Something she'd said at the beginning and he wasn't crying, he wasn't, his eyes were hot from all the soot, they itched, that was all. He kept his breath steady as best he could but it wasn't enough to smooth over the hitch, the way his hands tightened in Bruce's scrubs. "Not your fault. None of that was your fault."