Busying himself with securing the helmets on the bike and making sure it was properly put to bed (okay, so he was making up things to distract himself, fine), Bruce cleared his throat. “Yes, well, there is always plenty to work on.”

Keeping his head lowered, not able to meet her eyes, he gestured for Darcy to follow him to another elevator, this one a much more normal size, clearly made for people, not cars. When asked what Calcutta was like, he said simply “Hot.” He wasn’t sure he should get into the work he had done there, the people he’d had to watch suffer. He’d been able to do a lot of good there, been able to help many, but certainly not all of them. It was both a rewarding and emotionally draining experience.

“What about you? What do you do?” he asked, hoping to shift the topic away from both himself and from whatever her fascination was with Tony.