Darcy had no idea. He'd forgotten about Asgard, about half those people dying painful deaths, about the Hulk. He remembered all of it because Hulk had let him see, to pass on the message to Dr Strange and Wong, to find Tony and get some damn help. "Maybe," Bruce muttered quietly, reluctantly. He felt exhausted still, even though he knew sleep was far away. He could pretend for a while.
"Sleep, eat or shower first?" he asked. It was easier to do what she said to do right now. Decisions were bad things.