Outside of Betty, Bruce didn't have anyone who got close to him. She was so gentle, always gentle, as if she knew the inner fragility of the man she decided to love. This was before the Hulk, before he fractured more, and he didn't know how to respond to such kindness outside of accepting it, being grateful for it. And then there was Nat. Nat shocked him, moved past his defenses, spun around them until he was raw with uncertainty. Tony was so easy in comparison. He gave and he took and it was natural.

Bruce offered the affection for Tony's sake, but now he was taking it too. Alive. He was alive. Bruce saw him follow the space ship, disappearing from Earth, and no one knew what happened. They had so short a time together again. No time for this. He considered what Tony said. "Maybe ...." No, that was not the way to take it. His mind considering detached what winning looked like, and what would happen next. They were stuck here. There was no continuation to find out what winning was after the snap. "Fourteen million futures, the odds were near impossible, we did what we could."

Damn. He came too close. Bruce leaned back a little to try to get a look. "Is it healed? Do you need anything?" Doctor in name, amateur medic at best, but concerned friend always. "Sounds like I owe Barnes a ... well not a drink. Since there isn't many. I'll have to think of something else as a thank you." For saving the person who saw him.