His eyebrows lifted a bit, but it made sense. Between scientific advancements and, well, the not so positive events of his life, he supposed his name had gotten out there. "I am. You can call me Bruce. All the kids here do." Except the ones he'd been lucky enough to get Uncle Bruce out of, and the very special one that called him Daddy.
She was a very tiny spitfire and that was obvious from the get-go. "Lang? Like Scott Lang?" He hadn't been lucky enough to meet the man in person in his time, but Bruce did know what waited for him in his future. "Hi, Cassie. I promise, not it this time. If it was, Tony would know. And be annoyed about it, most likely."