"Oh, sure." Bruce waits patiently for the captain to finish whatever it is he's doing before nearly jumping out of his seat at the echoed crunch he hears over the phone when Steve lands. "Wh- Are you okay there? What happened? Sir- Mr. Rogers?"
He calms down just a touch when there's no immediate yelling or screaming or more crashing or any kind of response that would indicate something's horribly wrong.
As for everything else... Well. Bruce doesn't much comment on that because he can't really imagine it as true. Not that Steve lies, oh god, no, Bruce doesn't think he even can, but. It's kind of hard to believe that Steve Rogers, big and blond and blue-eyed and just having that ineffable quality that makes Captain America larger than life in his mind as on the same level as himself. It's like all-American dream team jock versus pimply A/V treasurer who plays D&D on the weekends.
...Not that Bruce was a Dungeons and Dragons guy. You needed other players for that sort of thing.
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He calms down just a touch when there's no immediate yelling or screaming or more crashing or any kind of response that would indicate something's horribly wrong.
As for everything else... Well. Bruce doesn't much comment on that because he can't really imagine it as true. Not that Steve lies, oh god, no, Bruce doesn't think he even can, but. It's kind of hard to believe that Steve Rogers, big and blond and blue-eyed and just having that ineffable quality that makes Captain America larger than life in his mind as on the same level as himself. It's like all-American dream team jock versus pimply A/V treasurer who plays D&D on the weekends.
...Not that Bruce was a Dungeons and Dragons guy. You needed other players for that sort of thing.