"He didn't give you a choice, it was him or Pepper, you had to do it." Bruce wasn't actually aware of what happened, but he was certain that Tony wouldn't kill for no reason, and if it was Pepper or anyone, she was going to be the choice. As she should be. He breathed a little easier when Tony leaned on him again, giving him that reassurance and warmth again without question. Even if they argued, if they fought, Bruce had to believe they could get here again. He needed it. "You had to, it's not your fault."
Saying it and believing it were two different things. People could tell him until the end of time that the Hulk wasn't his fault, or his actions weren't his fault, and he wouldn't hear it. Some things just had to be personal acceptance or not. It wouldn't stop Bruce from trying to soothe his friend. He rested his head next to Tony's and put an arm around his middle, just existing in his space.
He huffed, not quite a laugh, but a sound of some amusement. "Well, I was sleeping with his daughter. That made it a little more personal." Otherwise, he doubted it would be hate. Well, maybe. "I think all of this is fucked up. We've gone through so many fucked up things." It really was never ending. He figured it would be bad up until the moment he died. "He loathed me from the minute we met, because he thought I was weak, pathetic." Bruce heard those words thrown at him so frequently that at this point it felt like it echoed in his own mind uninvited.
"I used to hope the Hulk would kill him," he confessed quietly. Guiltily. "It was awful, and I knew Betty would never forgive me, but I was so tired of running. I just wanted to come home." Bruce tried so hard to keep the Hulk from killing, but in the darkest part of him, he wanted Ross gone.
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Saying it and believing it were two different things. People could tell him until the end of time that the Hulk wasn't his fault, or his actions weren't his fault, and he wouldn't hear it. Some things just had to be personal acceptance or not. It wouldn't stop Bruce from trying to soothe his friend. He rested his head next to Tony's and put an arm around his middle, just existing in his space.
He huffed, not quite a laugh, but a sound of some amusement. "Well, I was sleeping with his daughter. That made it a little more personal." Otherwise, he doubted it would be hate. Well, maybe. "I think all of this is fucked up. We've gone through so many fucked up things." It really was never ending. He figured it would be bad up until the moment he died. "He loathed me from the minute we met, because he thought I was weak, pathetic." Bruce heard those words thrown at him so frequently that at this point it felt like it echoed in his own mind uninvited.
"I used to hope the Hulk would kill him," he confessed quietly. Guiltily. "It was awful, and I knew Betty would never forgive me, but I was so tired of running. I just wanted to come home." Bruce tried so hard to keep the Hulk from killing, but in the darkest part of him, he wanted Ross gone.