Bruce sits himself down on the edge of the bed, looking confused for a moment as to where to put his hands before settling on letting them dangle, elbows on his knees. He can't help the answering smile, and it gets slightly wider at the offer.

But after the moment of quiet fan appreciation, the reality sets back in. A frown flickers across his face before the smile returns, tired and the slightest bit forced. "No, that's. It's a really nice offer, and I appreciate it, I do, but. There's forms, and there's. Me going out at all means a whole to-do, and y-" His ears turn red and his eyes drop down to the carpet while his shoulders go up in a shrug. "You probably get enough attention walking around without a goon squad doing guard duty on me."

The fanboy in him is entirely bemoaning the loss of an opportunity that if he were twelve would have made him the envy of the Captain America Club.