Bruce avoided looking too long at Tony. He was glad, in some twisted way, that there was a crisis making sure their conversation was short.

“Loki’s alive. He posed as Odin. Alessa only just told us.” Bruce took his hands out of his pockets, slipping off his jacket and taking off his glasses. “Thor went to deal with it. Let’s give him some backup.”

Today seemed like a good day to smash things. He kept his jacket in the crook of his arm and started walking towards the palace.

Tony wouldn’t be able to help, but Alessa and Bruce would. That should be enough.