"And who did that to him?" He refused, absolutely, to lay that all at Hulk's feet. He didn't attack innocents. He didn't lash out unless he felt there was a threat. Wanda warped perceptions of reality- making Hulk feel threatened? A cakewalk. Things changed, sure, Wanda here wasn't the same woman that did that, sure. But some shit he wouldn't set down and forgive outright. Playing with someone's mind? Was on that list. But-

The woman here wasn't the same. And he didn't hold her half as accountable as he probably could. "You could've, you didn't. He didn't. Fuck- I can't believe Nat forced you to change afterward- I knew you came into the fight but I didn't know..."

Natasha hadn't said anything. But after what happened, how embroiled in self loathing Bruce had been? How traumatizing Johannesburg was?

Fuck.

There were a million brighter, better things to think about than that connection with Natasha that Tony hadn't noticed growing (what kind of shitty friend was he?), like. The Valkyrie and Thor. Tony reached up to pat the back of Bruce's head, dipping to kiss his hair. "She'd be lucky to have you."

Wait, what. Type of any gender? That- huh. Okay, he needed to recalibrate a few things in how he thought about Bruce. "Well if she ever shows up I'll just have to play wingman. I'm great at it."