He'd let Nat buy him a drink a couple of weeks or a couple of years ago depending on how he wants to count the time; he'd let Tony buy him one today. A drink. One. That's the difference between Bruce and his father.
His fear that it's the only, least significant difference is why he'll never have children, no matter how much he'd love to. He won't inflict his damaged genes or his damaged psyche on an innocent.
While they wait for the drone to make it back, Bruce manages to get himself back on his feet and turn his mind to the task of rigging up a harness that can be remotely released. He's grateful for having somewhere to focus his thoughts while he puts himself back together in the background.
"I think I know where you can drop her," he says while testing the remote control for the latch on the parachute harness he's butchering.
He taps the vessel with his screwdriver. "Just do a better job of picking a female body, and fake being sick for a while until you've learned your way around. You sucked at being Tony."
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His fear that it's the only, least significant difference is why he'll never have children, no matter how much he'd love to. He won't inflict his damaged genes or his damaged psyche on an innocent.
While they wait for the drone to make it back, Bruce manages to get himself back on his feet and turn his mind to the task of rigging up a harness that can be remotely released. He's grateful for having somewhere to focus his thoughts while he puts himself back together in the background.
"I think I know where you can drop her," he says while testing the remote control for the latch on the parachute harness he's butchering.
He taps the vessel with his screwdriver. "Just do a better job of picking a female body, and fake being sick for a while until you've learned your way around. You sucked at being Tony."