Bruce clung to the table in his lap, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could see green starting to creep down his arms. "You seriously want to join the Avengers?" He asked quietly.

His anxieties were running wild. Your dad wanted to shout at you for asking so often. You'd get hurt. He couldn't let that happen. The Big Guy wanted to grab you and hide you, or to go beat Tony up for planting the idea in your head.

"Not happening," He said finally, taking a deep breath. "Never."