He had to pull away a little, arm still around Bruce's waist, watching him as he ran through what he'd experienced. The Hulk, the arena, everything and- oddly enough he's caught up on the expression on his face whenever he spoke about Thor. The stars in his eyes when he mentioned 142. It was similar, in shades, to the way he looked when he mentioned Betty. It didn't happen often back home, it was a sore point and Tony wanted them to be looking forward, building a better tomorrow. Creating a brighter future- and looking backward could help for inspiration but not for relationships. Even if he had to admit: Betty was pretty remarkable. Brilliant and beautiful. That wasn't what surprised him.

The same look when he spoke about Thor- well. Everyone had a thing about Thor, right? It was Thor. It was like a rule, a rite of passage. If you breathed you were into him. Right? Right.

"And the brought you to me." Because Bruce would know that he'd want to be involved. To fix things. To stop what was coming, the thing he'd been worried about, been trying to prepare everyone for since New York. Bruce must've met up with them at the compound to regroup so- Ross. Shit. And Rhodey protected Bruce from that, because he was a good friend, a good man and Vision would, of course, offer his life. One life versus half the universe. "...the time Stone. Doctor Strange- the wizard- he gave it up to have Thanos spare me."