Bruce stared, with an open mouth, and stared some more. It took him a long moment to even absorb that, and eh slowly closed his mouth and nodded. "I-er, thanks." Bruce rubbed his face. It was a little much to suddenly hear someone you barely knew talk about you like that. Clint was a good man, and the Avengers all seemed nice people, but... Bruce felt acutely aware that they knew him, intimately, and he didn't know them.

"Thank you. " Bruce met Clint's bottle with his own, just finishing his first before opening another. "It's nice to... to not be alone." It was also weird, and it would take some adjusting to. He had run for decades, and now... suddenly, he wasn't alone. Weird.

"So, ah, tell me about the rest of this team, the main group?"