[ An hour in, Bruce sets up his own social media account. It's sparse as hell, he's got a grand total of five friends, but he officially exists on the internet as a real person and not a singular touch of Tony's influence exists anywhere on it. Not that Tony's influence is a bad thing, it's just... an indication that he's made his own choices and developed his own personality independently, which believe it or not, matters.
Half an hour after that he gets a call, and he feels what he imagines teenage boys feel like when talking to their girlfriends' mothers. Yes, Ms. Potts he has a satisfactory life. No, Ms. Potts he hasn't been forced into anything that makes him feel uncomfortable. Well, Ms. Potts if we're honest he sometimes feels like strangling Tony Stark to death with his tie, but that usually passes because he's got good intentions and, you know, it's Tony.
By the time he comes back to the workshop, Bruce has accomplished a hell of a lot on his to-do list. He's feeling pretty centered, in fact, which is a direct juxtaposition to Tony's own mental state, evidently. He wanders over, sort of ambles really, and makes Tony a drink without being asked.
Not like a bot would do, mind you, but like what a friend would do. He feels like the distinction is important. Once he passes it over he settles kindly into the couch, crossing his arms absently over his chest and settling Tony with an amused look. ]
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Half an hour after that he gets a call, and he feels what he imagines teenage boys feel like when talking to their girlfriends' mothers. Yes, Ms. Potts he has a satisfactory life. No, Ms. Potts he hasn't been forced into anything that makes him feel uncomfortable. Well, Ms. Potts if we're honest he sometimes feels like strangling Tony Stark to death with his tie, but that usually passes because he's got good intentions and, you know, it's Tony.
By the time he comes back to the workshop, Bruce has accomplished a hell of a lot on his to-do list. He's feeling pretty centered, in fact, which is a direct juxtaposition to Tony's own mental state, evidently. He wanders over, sort of ambles really, and makes Tony a drink without being asked.
Not like a bot would do, mind you, but like what a friend would do. He feels like the distinction is important. Once he passes it over he settles kindly into the couch, crossing his arms absently over his chest and settling Tony with an amused look. ]
Rough meeting?