log: Tony's Super Secret Facility
The expanse of ground below them wasn't making the journey any easier for Bruce. At times, especially when the wind whipped by faster, he simply closed his eyes because they were tearing too much for him to see anything anyway. With them closed, he missed seeing a good portion of the dark facility below them. He was more concerned with not plummeting to the ground, anyway.
It was lucky (if anything in the situation could be considered lucky from his perspective) that Bruce had begun to understand the sorts of round-about comments that Tony made, and was able to translate them for himself. It didn't take much effort to pair the words to the feeling of slow descent. The moment of weightlessness was jarring, causing him to clutch tighter to the bag in his arms, and when Tony finally set him on solid ground again, it took more than just a few seconds for his legs to hold him. "I don't want to do that again," he murmured, more to himself than to Tony, and shook his head.
Finally wiping his eyes of the tears that had sprung up in reaction to the frigid wind and misty clouds, he looked at the home in front of them as he ran a hand back through hair that had no hope of being tamed after the flight. The house looked like something he might have wanted once, long enough ago now that it was almost a past life, and his eyebrows found a home high near his hair. "Here?" Even not having seen the facility from the air, it didn't take much to realize that Tony would have secret places with his name on the ownership papers. It also didn't take much to realize that Barnes would likely be in such a place.
"I think I'll let you lead." That seemed safest. For everyone involved.