It’s on the tip of his tongue to immediately shoot back with something sarcastic. Something along the lines of: Oh, right, you’re possessed by an alien lifeform that has absolutely nothing to do with you. Of course. How did I forget that? It’s not that he doesn’t understand what Bruce is saying, and it isn’t like he thinks the Hulk is just Bruce pretending to be someone else, but they are connected and Tony doesn’t believe that constantly denying that fact is helping with anything.

And then Bruce follows it up with that and Tony’s temper snaps.

“Oh, right, I forgot.” The sarcasm is so thick he can practically taste it on his tongue, bitter and sharp. “Your life is completely destroyed. There’s not a damn good thing in it, is there, Bruce?” Now he lets him go and steps back, sharply turning away from him to retrieve the tiger’s water.

“I feel for you. I do. It must be terrible not to have anything worthwhile in your life. To live this horrible existence with nothing and no one, completely ruining everything around you. How about me and the thousands of people in New York who are still alive because you’re forced to continue this shell of a life send you our condolences.” Starting to head toward the living room, he pauses to spin around, sloshing water all over the floor. Somehow, he hasn’t started yelling yet, but his voice is so sharp he might as well be.

“Actually no, better yet, the world. Because it would be overrun with fucking aliens if it wasn’t for you. We’d all be dead. Space whales would rule the world. But too fucking bad for us, right? At least you wouldn’t have to have all of this shit.”