“How high does this go— Woah! I knew he could jump but— Banner?” Tony rips the glass off of his head, hissing a little as the earpiece tugs at his hair and the lobe of his ear. He’s a little more gentle with the remote. He doesn’t want to break his little buddy exploring through the wormhole after all! “FRIDAY, close the quinjet up!”

His hands are immediately on Bruce’s shoulders to try and kept him from falling over. He’s been stupid. He’s been so stupid!

The AI sealed them in and Tony’s thoughts are less on what panic could do to him and more on what poor Bruce is going through. He grabs him tightly at the sides of his face and jaw and neck, forcing the other man to look at him.

“Breathe. Look at me and breathe. You’re okay. I’m so sorry.”

And isn’t that strange? Tony never apologizes.