"Okay, wallowing might not be the right word. Sitting in your sadness for a little while instead of denying it. We've gone through a lot the past few years." What an understatement. Bruce always considered what he did wallowing, but that didn't mean Tony was. He settled closer so he could wrap his whole arm around Tony and be his shoulder for now. "It's not like you can say stop thinking about it, and that works." If it did work, they wouldn't be haunted by their mistakes so long. "You're traumatized." He wished he did have the temperament of a therapist, maybe he could help people around here with those kinds of skills. Ask him about how a brain functioned, he understood that, but the inner workings, not so much.
Bruce listened and nodded, because he knew all too well about projects being good distractions. It was all he'd done since getting there, not in the forge but in the schoolhouse. Organizing things. Reading the bulletin boards that were up, but trying to see if there were holes that needed to be filled by others. It was very good at keeping his mind engaged, but at the same time, Bruce was better at shouldering through grief and trauma.
"You can't fix it alone. You don't have to take the lion's share of the burden, Tony. We're all in the same boat here." It wasn't the same thing as back home, when he had the money and influence and toys. Everyone relied on him heavily and sometimes didn't realize the extent of what he did every day. He was used to taking things off the plate so other people didn't have to, because people had more freedom there, to focus on their own issues. Now everyone had the same issue. One giant alien experiment issue.
"We are going to get the group here, and we are going to work together. Everyone will be responsible for keeping us safe and alive. It's a better unifying force than what the Avengers had." They got together to fight bad guys ... when it was necessary? When they got a mission? It was always a question mark about when and what they had to do. Here, survival was instinct. There was no arguing about survival. People wanted to stay alive and mostly wanted to get out of there. "And you're not alone."
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Bruce listened and nodded, because he knew all too well about projects being good distractions. It was all he'd done since getting there, not in the forge but in the schoolhouse. Organizing things. Reading the bulletin boards that were up, but trying to see if there were holes that needed to be filled by others. It was very good at keeping his mind engaged, but at the same time, Bruce was better at shouldering through grief and trauma.
"You can't fix it alone. You don't have to take the lion's share of the burden, Tony. We're all in the same boat here." It wasn't the same thing as back home, when he had the money and influence and toys. Everyone relied on him heavily and sometimes didn't realize the extent of what he did every day. He was used to taking things off the plate so other people didn't have to, because people had more freedom there, to focus on their own issues. Now everyone had the same issue. One giant alien experiment issue.
"We are going to get the group here, and we are going to work together. Everyone will be responsible for keeping us safe and alive. It's a better unifying force than what the Avengers had." They got together to fight bad guys ... when it was necessary? When they got a mission? It was always a question mark about when and what they had to do. Here, survival was instinct. There was no arguing about survival. People wanted to stay alive and mostly wanted to get out of there. "And you're not alone."