"...Right we're going to have to disagree on all of those points forever." And he'll quit bringing it up, which'll be easier now that Hulk's not, apparently, around anymore. It was difficult having friends that didn't like each other, normally- or at least he'd heard it was hard, but it was kind of a trip to have two of them that didn't get along when they shared the same body. But, again. Whatever. No longer a relevant point of conversation or debate. They had enough to worry about in the here and now, tabling that would be easier.

And simpler.

Even if the more Bruce waved off That Wanda (because whoever was in the village with them now wasn't that Wanda) and what she did the more it made him wonder if Bruce considered Tony's feelings on what was done to him valid or irrational or whatever but that was a spiral of messy, unproductive thought best nipped in the bud and shoved elsewhere. This Wanda? Pretty okay. From what little he knew of her as an abstract concept. Hard to get a read on someone when you went out of your way to avoid them. Maybe she was fine, who knew.

"Bruce. Buddy." Happier thoughts, happier prospects, like getting his good friend that's in desperate need of more affection and love than he's ever offered himself. "You're brilliant. And funny. And attractive."

Now that it had been brought to his attention, kind of hard to miss but- moot. "Find someone that'll take it slow with you. That's all. I don't think she'd give you a hard time about it. Bull hasn't given me any shit about being out of practice with men."