All of that earned Tony a slow blink of surprise. Some things he knew about - the news provided information even at a distance - but not all of it. There was a comment on the tip of his tongue that Bruce actually worked to keep from saying aloud, something about fatherhood being good for Tony. There was a warmth that bloomed in his chest, something low and unfamiliar, at Tony informing him that all of his stuff had been saved in everything that moved.

"So, very busy," Bruce added to his previous statement, coming in closer. The mention of the Army, maybe mostly a surprise to himself, didn't sting like it once did. All it brought was a faint, usually false but this time less so, laugh to his lips as he brought up a hand and slid it over the top of his head. "Well, it looked better than being a crazy mop that would have gotten me stopped at every place to here. Not exactly a hairstylist."

But by that point, he was there, right in front of Tony. It had been so long; it wasn't as easy as it once had been. Yet, at the same time, just being in the room with him felt both calming and energizing at once.

Tony had been looking for him. It twisted his heart, for good and bad. "Needed to find myself, too."