Victor gave the lovers privacy as they spoke, stepping away for a moment to make a call while Tony removed his armor. The damage wasn’t as bad as it could have been but the front doors had been obliterated so he arranged for replacements to be delivered and installed - micromanagement was his forte and while Tony would be the one to pay for the repairs Price got the ball rolling on it for him so he didn’t have to deal with it himself. After all, Tony had a date with the Medbay after the pounding he’d just received and so did Victor himself thanks to that hit to the legs. Vic also made preparations for the food to be delivered, he could only imagine how hungry the Hulk alone was so he decided to introduce Caiera to the gloriousness that was real New York pizza - now that he was paying for since he was the one who brought it up. Peter was gonna make bank delivering pies today!
When Tony asked him about why he didn’t tell him about where Bruce went he put his hand on the back of his head with a weak grin. “I apologize, I lost track of time tinkering with something of a relic, my Mark One. It was a pair of mechanical leg braces, a helmet and a grappler arm and bloody hell it's primitive. Especially compared to your first suit.” He used his watch to show Tony a hologram of it, it wasn’t even proper armor having been mostly just worn over an SAS outfit. “I took apart the helmet trying to remember how I made it tick and realized I’ve come a very long way since then.” Tony made his Mark One to escape captivity, Vic made his to compensate for broken legs. Two very different motives that nevertheless brought them both to where they were now - defined them to a point but were simply footnotes in their stories.