"Yeah?" Bruce smiled at him. "Look at that, you're sounding like the Tony Stark who convinced me to be crazy enough to join a super team." It was meant to be a joke, or at the least something warm and complimentary. Tony sounded almost like he had a little hope again there, looking at the world around them in terms of things to make better and not just what was survivable. They'd both been through the wringer, but they did have that in common, the drive to do better. "We'll do that, if we can." That was the plan at least. There were worse plans.

"I'm not anyone's property." It was said mildly, but also very firmly. "Technically or otherwise. Don't worry, you already own most of me by choice." In the sense he willingly handed over his brain and loyalty and love without question. Those were the better parts than his body anyway.

It led into the question itself, and he hummed thoughtfully. "It was important to you, and you said you needed me." Simple and true. Bruce didn't have the vision that Tony saw so clearly, he couldn't say he believed in the project either. But Tony was his friend and gave him a home, a purpose, friends. "You couldn't have done it alone. I think it's pretty obvious I'd do a lot if you asked me too. If we were kids my mother would ask if I'd jump off a bridge if you did." Which he'd respond, yeah, maybe. "At least we got Vision right."