“What? No. I’m not—It’s your life, Bruce. It’s always been your life. I’m not talking about hammering out a joint-custody agreement. That would be—No.” Now isn’t the time to bring up kissing the Hulk. That much, at least, he knows.
Floundering for half a second, trying to figure out what to do with the bowl that isn’t just dropping it on the floor, he finally sets it on the counter and crosses over to Bruce. There’s too much hand-wringing for his liking and if his shoulders hunch a little further, Tony’s afraid he’ll disappear.
Reaching out to cover Bruce’s hands with his own, Tony tries to catch his eye. “I’m saying maybe you don’t have to be in pieces forever. He came from you. That accident didn’t meld some outside creature to your body. It turned some piece of you into him, right? So maybe that piece can get fitted back in with the rest of you.”
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Floundering for half a second, trying to figure out what to do with the bowl that isn’t just dropping it on the floor, he finally sets it on the counter and crosses over to Bruce. There’s too much hand-wringing for his liking and if his shoulders hunch a little further, Tony’s afraid he’ll disappear.
Reaching out to cover Bruce’s hands with his own, Tony tries to catch his eye. “I’m saying maybe you don’t have to be in pieces forever. He came from you. That accident didn’t meld some outside creature to your body. It turned some piece of you into him, right? So maybe that piece can get fitted back in with the rest of you.”