Something in him had broken after everything that had happened in Sokovia, snapped like a support beam already fragile from too many years of stress and not enough repair. Everything he had done, regardless if it had been his own choice of actions or not, replayed again and again and again in his head until he had known he needed to go. To run. It was what he did best, and even that tended to be terrible.
But it got him freedom again. Freedom from certain things, even if not freedom from himself or his past. It had been enough to let him think and decide on what he wanted to do in his future. Given him time to realize how badly he missed being there with Tony. It had been the first time in a long time, maybe forever if he was honest with himself, that it felt like he had a life. A real friend. Tony, Natasha.. Home.
So he went home, when it felt like his mind was put together. He could only hope that home still wanted him there.
"...yeah, sorry I missed curfew," Bruce half-joked, but he was never great on his delivery. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked to Tony who looked... better. Sort of. Place looked good.
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Something in him had broken after everything that had happened in Sokovia, snapped like a support beam already fragile from too many years of stress and not enough repair. Everything he had done, regardless if it had been his own choice of actions or not, replayed again and again and again in his head until he had known he needed to go. To run. It was what he did best, and even that tended to be terrible.
But it got him freedom again. Freedom from certain things, even if not freedom from himself or his past. It had been enough to let him think and decide on what he wanted to do in his future. Given him time to realize how badly he missed being there with Tony. It had been the first time in a long time, maybe forever if he was honest with himself, that it felt like he had a life. A real friend. Tony, Natasha.. Home.
So he went home, when it felt like his mind was put together. He could only hope that home still wanted him there.
"...yeah, sorry I missed curfew," Bruce half-joked, but he was never great on his delivery. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked to Tony who looked... better. Sort of. Place looked good.