There was no way in hell that any man, monster or alien beside was going to take his sleeping son out of his arms. Bruce hadn't had nearly enough time to get over the initial shock of being back, let alone the fact that his family was still here safe. Jacob was going to be in his arms for hours. Darcy seemed to understand and she led him by his elbow into a store,
He was quiet throughout all of it, fighting away the images of people falling to the ground as dust. Bruce squeezed his boy tight in his arms, focussing on the here and now. What else could they have done or do anymore? Thanos won.
The apartment was a welcome relief from the open hallways and it felt more secluded and secure, calmer enough for him to relax a little. It was irrational behaviour but that was all he had to fall back on.
"Calm's good," he whispered, not wanting to wake Jacob. "I like calm."