"No one is." Not him, not any scientist he's ever known was meant for the conflict driven and constant paranoia that made up Bruce's existence No one he could think of would thrive like that- and yet somehow Bruce found a way. If it were possible to undue any of it, to give him back the peace of mind he'd lost? Tony would do it in a heartbeat. But some things were beyond fixing.

Here and now- there was the work that needed doing, Bruce's safety he could be certain of so long as he stayed in the village. And the quest space between them as Bruce leaned in to rest their foreheads together. It as a special kind of intimacy he didn't often share- but Bruce earned it. He had Tony's trust, his affection. His relief. They survived, somehow, and they would keep surviving. As long as he had any say in it.

"Mm? Oh. There- in the bunker? There was a machine, something you stick your wrist device to and select a power and..." He sits back, spreading his hands, smiling up at Bruce. "So I grabbed rapid regenerative healing which patched up my side and fixed the mess that is my chest cavity. Got all my lungs back. No idea how long it'll last, but...Felt like it was worth it."