[Bruce's gaze draws for a moment to Tony and Pepper's hands linked together, and there and then an entirely different expression crosses his face. Something close to sadness, or perhaps longing.
In this time Pepper still had Tony, still had her life, her everything. There was no place for him here. And there never would be, if he succeeded on what he came here for. When he succeeded. But that's good--that's what he wanted. Tony is much better for Pepper than he himself can ever be.
He glances back up to both of them, expression hardening once more, and he nods curtly to the words.] I appreciate it.