"I don't think 'star' is exactly how I'd put it." Bruce pulled his glasses off to rub his eyes. As much as he seemed annoyed at Tony's antics, he did appreciate them. Nobody else treated him like a normal person.
The question of 'long term' hadn't even crossed his mind. Bruce had been too used to living in the now, focusing his mind on where he was and not where he was going. If he thought too much about the future, he'd get to dreaming. Dreaming would leave to hope and, well, the Other Guy liked to smash hope sometimes.
"I hadn't thought too much about it. Stay in New York to help rebuild it maybe. I didn't exactly get to do that last time." Because last time he had just defeated a mutated version of the Other Guy (as if the Hulk wasn't mutated enough) and then Ross was right on his ass. So far, he hadn't heard from the General.