Re: [Facility: Tony Triage]
[Bruce spent a few too-long moments just staring at the still figure of his friend in the bed, letting the other people arrive and move around him, and if he was lingering a little too much in the doorway, he couldn't quite be bothered to move. Their words flowed around him like water, some of them registering and others simply passing by - the ones about dialysis sticking, the ones that could actually be useful. Everything else fell away, and he was moving without replying, not looking at the company around him as they spoke (some even to him). It was rude and shut off, and he couldn't possibly care less as he ran through scenarios in his mind.
Now that he knew Tony wasn't dead in the way he was supposed to be, it changed the game entirely.
Coat off, sleeves rolled up, he took quick stock of what the medical team had on hand, looked at the lifeless (literally) monitors that were hooked up to Tony, and focused. And if Pepper had thought that he was nothing like Tony, it was only because she hadn't seen him with a task in his teeth like he had now. There was a reason he got along so well with Tony (maybe not this one, not exactly - they'd never had the chance. But he still had that history within his own timeline). A brain that moved too quickly sometimes, a drastic sense of acceptable risks in unusual situations, and (though it had been tempered and humbled by his own experiments gone wrong) a sense of ego that he could figure this out and get his friend back.
The only words he had were the occasional order for the staff on hand, whether that was someone in a coat or someone there for Tony. They were hands on staff to him at the moment. At least until whatever they were doing was done.]