Maybe that had been part of her fear. Disappearances...those happen. She's been told they're part of the makeup of a place like this, and while she's yet to experience that, she knows what it's like to have colleagues, acquaintances vanish without a trace when a job goes wrong. She's got faith she can adjust, adapt. As she always does. But Bruce--for as long as she's known him, he's been willing to die, willing to stop being. And yes, that was because of the Hulk, but also...well. She couldn't help wondering. She'd wondered if that was really all it was. And she'd worried.

He turns to look at her, but she's already looking at him, concern and compassion in her face. "Of course I was there," she says softly. "How could I not be?" She can admit to him what she couldn't admit to anyone else. "I wanted to be there. In case anything happened." And then another brief pause, an admittance. "I sat with Tony for a little while, too. And Steve. Some of the others, anyone who needed someone. But I wasn't sure, without the other guy..." She trails off, squeezes his fingers again. He understands. Right?