We're not a team, we're a time bomb
Bruce had ment it when he said those words a little over three years ago. He knew that the Avengers were going to blow up in everyone's face.
He just did not know how or when.
So, until then he just faked a smile for the group smile, and tried to be a friend to these people. Even though he was the misfit among misfits.
Unfortunately for Bruce, his smiles became a little less fake everyday, and he started to care about these lovable misfits. He even started to become proud about becoming called an Avenger. He liked (loved) these people.
Tony and his almost manic like energy
Steve and how to tried his best to protect his team.
Natasha and her smile that could light up a room when not fake.
Clint and his joking insults that never carried any heat behind them.
Thor and the way he talked.
Bruce loved this group.
That only made it harder when he heard about the 'Civil War' in Fiji.
He when into his little hut after hearing the news and dropped to his knees, sending dust everywhere around him.
He felt tears burn his eyes and his hand came up to scratch at them. "I told them," Bruce found himself whispering into the air. The dark walls being his only ears. "Now we have exploded."
No matter how hard Bruce tried he could not stop the few tears from escaping his eyes.
He would never be able to go back to the Avengers. Hell there is no more Avengers. His friends were not going to be the same after this. No one ever was after a war
Bruce knew he lost a place where he felt comfortable in after so meny years of deing alone. Lost the friends that were slowly becoming a family to the small man. He lost his family.
And with that thought, Bruce broke.