+ gadgeteerphilanthropist found your hiding place
Bruce just sighed, but the smile was still on his lips. He really had wanted to go back, but his thoughts had kept him here, away from the tower, away from the new ‘friends’ he had made. Bruce knew he was still dangerous and sure he could control himself a lot better now, but he was still afraid to hurt someone he liked.
The contact made him flinch, but he didn’t shrug Tony’s arm off of him “I guess” he chuckled dryly “I really don’t know how Jarvis is putting up with you or Mrs. Potts for that matter”
He just rolled his eyes at the ruffling, trying to make his hair right again, only to come out worse, so he left it alone “I’m right on it! Geez, so impatient” he muttered, freeing his arm from Tony to pack up his stuff.
Bruce only had a few books, the handy that Tony had left him with and of course his toothbrush. The only other thing he packed up were a pair of pants that he had left “All set” he smiled, standing up again, the bag in his hand.
“Miss Potts and Jarvis both have extensive practice in dealing with my utter bullshit,” Tony replied, cheerfully earnest as he said it. “I have to keep them all on their toes, or else they might get lazy.”
So this was working? …This was working! Bruce was coming back with him. Okay. Good. Yes. It had taken long enough to pinpoint him and find this dusty hidey-hole, he better be coming back with Tony.
He quirked one eyebrow when Bruce packed and somehow managed to fit everything in one bag. Tony clicked his tongue once in disapproval, and once again looped his arm around Bruce’s shoulders to tow him back outside and towards the car.
“Bruce, buddy, we have seriously got to take you shopping at some point.”