“Good.” There’s a substantial amount of relief packed into that one little word, and Tony cuts himself short to kiss Bruce then. The slow, consuming kind of kiss that’s been a year and a depressing number of tragedies in the making, equal parts relief and passion and happiness at being reunited after what’s felt like an eternity apart.

Later, if Bruce wants to talk about it, Tony can go deeper into detail about everything that happened. He can tell him about Happy’s injuries and salvaging the robots from the depths of the sea. He can tell him about JARVIS’ linguistic ticks and the hours of entertain he’s gotten from ribbing him about them, even though they’ve been ironed out now. They can talk about reasons why they couldn’t remember and possibilities for ensuring that that doesn’t happen again.

For the moment, however, he simply wants to kiss him.

“Because if it’s all the same to you, I’m never letting you go again.”