Bruce's head perked up from his workstation in the office at home. Darcy had taken Jacob out somewhere so Bruce could get some breathing space that wasn't the hospital. The Other Guy nipped at his heels now though, the faint trace of something different in his mind; the green guy didn't appreciate it and neither did he. They didn't have a doorbell.
Wary, he clenched his fist to stop himself from turning and got up. He didn't appreciate being disturbed since anyone he knew would always text first to let him know they would be there. He had nothing to go on but his gut and it was telling him bad, unknowable things.
He stood by the door, peering out through the peep hole. "We don't have a doorbell." He said to the figures there, his voice level.