Anthony Edward Stark

It hadn't intended to raise the stakes; it had honestly been meant to match the 'difficulty' of Tony's question. Or maybe none of these were easy and they were fooling themselves. Bruce knew he had decidedly stepped over into a higher boundary at Tony's change in expression, but when he heard the truth? His lips parted as he stared at Tony in his own wide-eyed shock. That... most certainly wasn't what he was expecting to hear.

"Tony..." Quiet, trying to even find the right words to say but he was sure there wasn't anything he could. Bruce sat back, letting out a breath. Rogers had picked Barnes over Tony, but... that was a rocky choice of a place to be, as far as Bruce could see. A brainwashed best friend - that was a whole load of something all together, wasn't it? - who really did murder the mother of another friend. Then again, Rogers was a man of loyalty to the end. "I'm not sure how you can say 'not really any more complicated'," he muttered because in his eyes, it was very complicated.

At least the next question wasn't as hard. Sort of. Bruce's brows pinched as he thought it over, then admitted honestly, "until about three months ago, give or take." Enough time to ache, to think, to realize how badly he missed Tony.

Which made him realize - "...you aren't... mad? About- well, everything?" A gesture between himself and Tony, indicating all of it. About the fight, even if he hadn't been the one behind it so much, about needing to run.