You stare down at your plate of pancakes, pushing a chunk of the syrup-soaked bread around with your fork in an effort to avoid staring at Bruce as he slams down a huge plate of eggs. The nauseous feeling in your stomach has only grown since you left Tony's, and you can't bring yourself to actually put the food into your body.
"Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating," Bruce says suddenly, pushing a plate forward with one large green hand, "Try some of that. Have some eggs."
"I'm so confused," Lang says finally.
"These are confusing times," Banner tells him sagely.
"Right," Lang agrees, and then shakes his head, "No, no, that's not what I meant."
"No, I get it," Bruce laughs, "I'm kidding! I know. It's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now."
"Yeah! How? Why?" Lang asks.
"Five years ago, we got our asses beaten. Except it was worse for me. Because I lost twice. First Hulk lost, then Banner lost. Then we all lost."
"No one blamed you Bruce," Nat tells him.
"I did, for years. I've been treating the Hulk like he's some kind of disease, something to get rid of. But then I started looking at him as the cure,' Bruce explains, "Eighteen months in a gamma lab. I put the brains and the brawn together. And now look at me. Best of both worlds."
"I like it," You tell him "It works. You look great."
"Thank you (Y/n)," Bruce says pointedly, giving everyone else a look, "You look good too. Tired, maybe. Hungry. Have some eggs."
"Excuse me, Mr. Hulk?" A young girl asks, saving Bruce from the biting retort on your lips. "Can we get a photo?"
"100% little person. Come on, step up," Bruce holds the phone out to Lang, "You mind?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Thanks. Say 'green'," He tells the children before Lang snaps the photo, "Did you get that?"
Lang nods, handing the phone back over, "Don't you wanna grab one with me? I'm Ant-Man." The kids shake their head, "They're Hulk fans, they don't know Ant-Man," Lang explains quickly, "No one does."
"Wait, no no, he feels bad. No, he wants you to… He wants to…" Bruce looks at one of the boys, "You want to take a picture with him right?" The boy shakes his head vigorously.
"Alright, I'm sure Lang's ego will heal," You interrupt, "Can we, you know, focus here?"
"Right. The Hulk time travel do-over?" Bruce clarifies, "Guys, it's outside my area of expertise."
"Well you pulled this off," Nat smiles, "I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible too."
"Alright, alright. I'll give it a shot," Bruce grins, "Yeah, you're right. I've totally got this."
You had a feeling that he totally didn't have this, but you weren't sure if it was a good one, or a bad one.