He shut his hand. "No problem." He looked down at this hand, then tossed the thing over his shoulder and his brow knitted when he couldn't seem to get a lock on Natasha. Bruce leaned forward a bit, almost trying to mentally will her to look at him, but then she spoke, he and leaned back again. He closed his eyes slowly and considered what she was asking and what he had to say for himself. Not much. He almost bit his own tongue to keep from speaking 'better late than never?', then cleared his throat and relaxed his posture some, sitting completely back on his feet where he still knelt.
"Natasha, I thought I was doing the right thing for everyone. I came back to help all those months ago, and we were doing good work... until we weren't. Or, I wasn't. I couldn't live with myself, let alone expect anyone else to. Those things you said, when we were at Clint's... they didn't go unheard. I know I don't need to protect you from myself - you do scarier things than I can even imagine on a daily basis... but when you opened up to me? I felt something. I care about you, Nat. This is where I belong. As much as I wanted to hop back on a plane as soon as I came to, I knew that if the other guy was afraid of hurting you - of hurting everyone, then I needed to figure some stuff out. I know you can handle yourself, but I wanted to trust myself before I tried to handle..." swallow, "you."
Bruce glanced to the side and then re-wet his lips for the tenth time since reuniting with the redhead. "I think about that kiss..." His eyes closed, "and I'd get these wild ideas about how you'd welcome me back with open arms. I spoke with Peter, on my way back, and I realized just how badly I screwed it all up. I want to make things right. Forget this," he gestured unceremoniously at the candy, "forget my excuses... but, just tell me that there's a chance I can fix this." He moved to raise up on one knee, so he could be closer to her level, then Bruce took her chin and looked fully into her face. Guilt and relief hit him. "I don't want to hurt you. Ever. You helped change me; you made me think it was even a possibility to love someone." His hand relaxed and slowly lowered and he closed his brown eyes to the sight of her reddened blue pair. "I was wrong," he said, breathlessly, emotion high in his voice, "but I'm here now and I understand, and we understand each other - better than anybody else could. Tell me I didn't throw all that away."