It had been about five minutes since Tony and Bruce boarded the jet, and Bruce was sitting in his usual corner on the jet. Everything felt...well, kind of like it normally does, but better. It didn't feel like he couldn't move, or think, or even feel, like it used to. Things were always foggy when the Other Guy takes over. It would always be that way, and Bruce knew that.

He looked at his teammates all hanging out, talking on their ride back to Stark Tower. He was still a bit surprised, happy, that they all went along with the whole lullaby thing. It wasn't even a revolutionary thing, just something to make him a bit more comfortable—and they all still agreed to face the Big Guy, just for that. And not just once: they agreed to keep facing him.

Bruce wondered why that was.

Thor saw that Bruce was looking at them and asked a question Bruce didn't hear a lot.

"Are you alright, friend?"

Bruce leaned his head back against the wall and smiled.

He was.