To be honest, maybe she would've been able to stop a few things from happening, but not everything. It'd all have gone down more or less the same in the end, so she really shouldn't be feeling guilty about any of it.
Being stuck in cryo, though, that was never ideal. To a degree, Bruce was relieved that she was out of danger throughout all that, but on the other hand he worried about her staying there for so long, with no signs of waking up. And selfish or not, he'd be lying if he said that being without her wasn't almost like a special kind of hell.
By now, he's not even sure if he expects her to wake up anymore. Considering he eventually loses everything that ever matters to him, he's already prepared himself to not ever see her again, or... he's trying to, anyway. For now that means acting as if it's not tearing him apart, while the feeling eats him from the inside out.
With their room turned to glass, at least he doesn't have to live every day with little reminders of her, be it her scent or a piece of clothing, and while the science department isn't ideal, the couch in his office is more than enough for him. He's curled up there, trying to get some rest, when JARVIS's voice suddenly rings through the somewhat dark space.
"Doctor Banner, you have a visitor."
That alone is enough to wake Bruce up, and he sits up almost immediately, fixing up his hair and clothes before getting up, opening the door from his office to the department.
"Who is it?"
His voice is tired; the question is asked to JARVIS more than anything, but he'll take having it answered by whomever just got there. Seconds after he's stepping outside, his eyes and the skin around them both unmistakably turned to glass— and if that isn't enough to make it obvious, then the way he can't even look her way is probably all it takes for her to tell that he can't see her at all.
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Being stuck in cryo, though, that was never ideal. To a degree, Bruce was relieved that she was out of danger throughout all that, but on the other hand he worried about her staying there for so long, with no signs of waking up. And selfish or not, he'd be lying if he said that being without her wasn't almost like a special kind of hell.
By now, he's not even sure if he expects her to wake up anymore. Considering he eventually loses everything that ever matters to him, he's already prepared himself to not ever see her again, or... he's trying to, anyway. For now that means acting as if it's not tearing him apart, while the feeling eats him from the inside out.
With their room turned to glass, at least he doesn't have to live every day with little reminders of her, be it her scent or a piece of clothing, and while the science department isn't ideal, the couch in his office is more than enough for him. He's curled up there, trying to get some rest, when JARVIS's voice suddenly rings through the somewhat dark space.
"Doctor Banner, you have a visitor."
That alone is enough to wake Bruce up, and he sits up almost immediately, fixing up his hair and clothes before getting up, opening the door from his office to the department.
"Who is it?"
His voice is tired; the question is asked to JARVIS more than anything, but he'll take having it answered by whomever just got there. Seconds after he's stepping outside, his eyes and the skin around them both unmistakably turned to glass— and if that isn't enough to make it obvious, then the way he can't even look her way is probably all it takes for her to tell that he can't see her at all.