[ Tony probably would've hunted Bruce down earlier, but there's so much that needs doing right now. The ship is a mess. The people are a mess. It doesn't even occur to him that Bruce would be anything but fine, given he'd been holed up in a safety cage for the entire fight, until a day or two after all the dust has settled. Then a strange feeling of foreboding carries him to where he figures he's most likely to find him.
And he's right, of course. He usually is.
Tony watches from the doorway for a moment, observing the way Bruce tiptoes around with exhausting caution, the way he uses his hands to figure out where he is and what he's doing. Tony's smart. He figures it out in seconds.
He also figures out these computers aren't very accessible to the blind.
Then he's leaving again before Bruce even knows he's there, retrieving one of his laptops from where they'd (fortunately) survived the chaos, albeit with a few glass keys, and waltzes his way back into the science department without bothering to announce himself. Bruce probably can't tell who's let themselves in and deposited something heavy on a nearby table until a familiar British voice pipes up: ]
Good evening, Doctor Banner.
[ For his part, Tony just waits, watching, arms crossed. The glassy look to Banner's eyes tells him everything, no questions required. ]
science department
And he's right, of course. He usually is.
Tony watches from the doorway for a moment, observing the way Bruce tiptoes around with exhausting caution, the way he uses his hands to figure out where he is and what he's doing. Tony's smart. He figures it out in seconds.
He also figures out these computers aren't very accessible to the blind.
Then he's leaving again before Bruce even knows he's there, retrieving one of his laptops from where they'd (fortunately) survived the chaos, albeit with a few glass keys, and waltzes his way back into the science department without bothering to announce himself. Bruce probably can't tell who's let themselves in and deposited something heavy on a nearby table until a familiar British voice pipes up: ]
Good evening, Doctor Banner.
[ For his part, Tony just waits, watching, arms crossed. The glassy look to Banner's eyes tells him everything, no questions required. ]