At this point, Bruce couldn't even say when he last slept. Which time zone counts? Norway's probably. He dozes a little during their flight time and spends more time pretending to be dozing while he collects his thoughts and slaps some duct tape on his psyche. He's grateful to Tony for letting him when he could have just bulldozed on through to get Bruce to talk to him, to answer questions, to pay attention to him.

He put in his own order for a veggie burger and picked his own beer to tap his glass against Tony's. He was going to just enjoy himself for a little while before the real world had to intrude, even laughing ruefully at the toast. "To rethinking our breakup."

He'd asked Natasha where in the world he wasn't a danger, but he'd recently had to rethink that and recognize that there seemed to be nowhere in the universe that he wasn't a danger. He might as well be a danger at home where he might do some good to balance it.