They didn't get him a real doctor. Not yet, anyway. Tony brought him resume after resume - never let it be said that Tony Stark lacked in resources - and yet Bruce couldn't bring himself to trust any one of them.

He remembered the white coats. He remembered them taking notes. He remembered himself---

But there was a difference.

Not a big difference, nothing that made him the better man, but significant. There was him, and there were others like him — and he could only control one of those.

"I need to discuss his results with him," he decided. The words seemed too big for the communal kitchen. But they were out now.

"You sure?"

If Tony thought he was hiding his worry well, he was wrong. Bruce gave him a smile. "I'll be okay," he promised.

Not a promise he was guaranteed to keep, but he would damn well try. He had practice keeping his emotions in check.

Tony was very obviously Not Happy with it, and Bruce had a sudden thought that Tony Stark had a really bad poker face when he was being serious. Staple of a man who never before stopped the party, maybe. But he also didn't fight him, and Bruce was ridiculously grateful for it.

"Do you need anything?"

So many things. And it meant more than Tony probably knew that Bruce was willing to say, "I'll let you know if I do."