Bruce waited for Tony to decide what to say, running hands over his short hair that he still wasn't used to. It gave him a little time to wake up too. He had a feeling that the marriage post was going to come up again. He knew it was going to stew in Tony's head, and he felt guilty for taking part in it, even if it was probably the most he'd been able to joke in years. Because it wasn't a joke. Tony was going to marry Pepper, not anyone else; that's how it was always supposed to happen.
Bruce loved Pepper Potts. He'd been startled that Tony was nice to him, and certain at the time only he saw Bruce as someone worth trusting, and then he met her. She didn't have super powers and she had every reason to fear the Hulk, but she seemed to have the same skill of looking into someone's heart and seeing what no one else could. She was unrelentingly kind to him. At first it made him uncomfortable, to have so many positive words aimed at him after a decade of the worst, but he adjusted. The last time he saw her, it was when he had to take Tony out of their happy bubble and into the Thanos one. She'd looked only concerned for him when he did. Not angry, not frustrated, just worried.
So he chose to believe she was alive. Just like he was choosing to believe Betty was alive. People that good didn't deserve to be dust.
"God forbid Pepper and Tony get to have a day for themselves instead of for the rest of the world," he gently chimed in. Hey, he could be bitter enough for the both of them if he needed to be. "What were you thinking for the real thing?" Bruce could imagine them married, but he couldn't really imagine the wedding. Would it be overkill? Or overly pragmatic? Or soft and intimate and sweet? Maybe a mix of all of them, considering the two people involved.
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Bruce loved Pepper Potts. He'd been startled that Tony was nice to him, and certain at the time only he saw Bruce as someone worth trusting, and then he met her. She didn't have super powers and she had every reason to fear the Hulk, but she seemed to have the same skill of looking into someone's heart and seeing what no one else could. She was unrelentingly kind to him. At first it made him uncomfortable, to have so many positive words aimed at him after a decade of the worst, but he adjusted. The last time he saw her, it was when he had to take Tony out of their happy bubble and into the Thanos one. She'd looked only concerned for him when he did. Not angry, not frustrated, just worried.
So he chose to believe she was alive. Just like he was choosing to believe Betty was alive. People that good didn't deserve to be dust.
"God forbid Pepper and Tony get to have a day for themselves instead of for the rest of the world," he gently chimed in. Hey, he could be bitter enough for the both of them if he needed to be. "What were you thinking for the real thing?" Bruce could imagine them married, but he couldn't really imagine the wedding. Would it be overkill? Or overly pragmatic? Or soft and intimate and sweet? Maybe a mix of all of them, considering the two people involved.