General Ross had thought he owned Bruce, too. He almost certainly still does. As long as no one tries to put a collar on him, there can be fewer high value insurance claims.

He shakes his head, laughing ruefully at Tony's simple assertion that they can't be trusted. No shit. "We both do that. You just do it with more fanfare."

When you drink as infrequently as Bruce, even half a beer is enough for a little warm glow, just enough to remind him that he's not just jetlagged, but worldlagged.

"We're mad scientists, right?" He takes a long pull on his beer and sets it aside to wait until his burger arrives. "What's going to happen to me when word gets out that I'm back, Tony?"