Bruce walked with the pair, hearing the foreign language hit his ears, not enjoying the prospect of what it might mean. It was possible they were talking about him and Bruce didn't care much for that. But he couldn't do much about it.
Bruce ascended the staircase after Wash and Maxine, pausing when they did. He looked at the child in Wash'a arms, head tilted slightly as he tried to fathom what she might be thinking.
Bruce blinked. A demonstration? He didn't want to risk their lives.
Slowly, Bruce shook his head at the pair, "I can't change here. The space is too tight for...the other guy...but I promise I'm a good guy. I fight for the people that can't." He didn't know how much weight his words would have with Maxine, but Bruce would do what he could.
"Maxine....I had an accident a long time ago...I was doing bad things for the government...making weapons. They exploded one night..but the people, I got all of them put before the explosion. I should've died that night. But I lived. And I have to deal with what happened every day. I did it to myself. But I would never hurt you...or Wash..."
Bruce motioned to the pair, and sighed, looking down at the floor, "My life hasn't been easy. My mother died when I was younger than you, and my father hated me. I had nobody and this...this accident makes it hard. But I'm lucky to have a friend like Wash. And Tony. I don't hurt people."
Not any more, at least. He had better control over Hulk than he had before he came here. He hoped that was adequate. She was smart for a child, he had a feeling she would get it.