[ Too bad, indeed. Were this Steve, he'd likely paint the whole situation in other colors, but Bruce doesn't really give a crap about trying to see this from another perspective. His perspective, limited as it may be because he hasn't lived through this yet, is clear enough for him. And he evidently isn't bothering to slap it up on a nice frame and say that the painting's not torn anymore, or that it's just how it is now. ]
Yeah. [ He smiles and chuckles quietly; it comes off incredibly bitter. He looks away from Tony, eyes fixed in some distant nondescript point in the far off distance of outer space. ] Some fucked up future, if you ask me.
[ If there's even one at all to begin with, honestly. Bruce seriously doubts there's any such thing for him, anyway. ]
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Yeah. [ He smiles and chuckles quietly; it comes off incredibly bitter. He looks away from Tony, eyes fixed in some distant nondescript point in the far off distance of outer space. ] Some fucked up future, if you ask me.
[ If there's even one at all to begin with, honestly. Bruce seriously doubts there's any such thing for him, anyway. ]