"I will only make the face if you leave me, Tony. So you can't do that." He meant in death of course. Neither of them can control what happens here in terms of coming or going. Bruce has to keep his shit together, but in some ways, this gives him better incentive to move quickly and purposefully. He would have done that anyway, to save people, but with Tony on the line the fear and importance rackets up significantly.

Bruce knows that Tony cares for him, and he suspected already that deep emotion between them was equal, but it still means something, to be told that. He hasn't heard it much in his life, and he'll treasure it. Even if it's said in fever. That's fine. He strokes a hand through Tony's hair, and leans his head into it, breathing him in. You have to save him. Their physical connection is all kinds of intimate, and he doesn't feel bad about it in the least.

"I don't know if there's anything we can use to help you sleep, but I'll find it if there is. There's herbs I don't know, but people are here who do." Beverly might have recommended it already if she thought of it, but he'll check anyway. "I'm not so sure sleeping through this is good though." Fever this high, people awake meant they were still alive. "I'm sorry, just hang in there. Lie down. I'll come back regularly so you won't be alone."