Bruce knows that only one person can understand him, and he knows that said person is Tony. No other can comprehend his language, the scientific terms he throws around like child's play, and the concept of what he does goes beyond most people's heads.
He's accepted that as a fact, a one remaining constant amidst an ocean of uncertainty, and to be proven wrong really throws him for a loop.
He had just been in the middle of explaining to Tony how it was, scientifically speaking, possible to teleport, and Loki had cut in with his own theory, shocking the both of them into silence. The trickster had looked like a man caught in the cross hares, his green eyes darting back and forth as if he thought he was in trouble, and Thor had furrowed his brow at his brother as their gazes met.
"What did you say, Loki?" Thor had asked, and Loki had thrown up his hands, worriedly shaking his head as he'd stammered out a response.
"I-I don't know," he'd spit out, furiously trading uneasy stares with the rest of the team before looking back to Tony and Bruce, who were only then finding their voices.
Tony had guffawed, smirking in disbelief, before clapping his companion on the back, jolting Bruce's glass forward a bit. "Looks like we have a man of science over here," he'd observed smoothly, nodding in approval.
And, little by little, Loki had finally found a niche.
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Prompt: Web (by krikanalo)