“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.” He’s been keeping watch as he waited, and now, hearing Bruce’s voice, turns to face him. His voice is warm, easy, and hopefully, reassuring.

As far as his question’s concerned, Tony doesn’t really know the best answer. What he knows is what he saw on his way to find the Hulk and what the Hulk said to him once he found him. “And as for everyone else, well, no one’s screaming and the place isn’t on fire, so I’m taking it as a good sign. There was some minor property damage, but from what I saw, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

Shrugging, largely unconcerned about it, Tony holds out the jacket and jeans. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”