Bruce had been keeping pretty busy between trying to carry on his usual work at the Tower and trying to maintain Edward's health levels. He had gotten Eddie mobile, at least, and when the man wasn't receiving medication for recovery he usually kept to the enclosed workspace that Bruce had constructed for him.
The Brute armor that Tony had sent with them loomed over the shoulders of all of them, keeping Bruce and Effie out of harm. Eddie avoided it at all costs.
The Warehouse now was nothing like what it used to be. Back when Bruce had first began to court Enigma, it was more of a lair and now it looked more like a residence. Edward was here full-time and it wouldn't do to have skeletal remnants from his Death Traps and pet dander coating the floors.
Of course the building did resonate sound and upon hearing a soft, familiar female voice that Bruce knew to not belong to his wife, the scientist looked up from what he had been working on curiously. He hadnt been expecting company and only Tony really knew he was here.
With a shift, Bruce stepped away from the table and followed the echo, coming face to face with Beauty.
Instantly concern crossed his features and he paused, looking her over, "Beauty!" It was safe for her here, considering she had both Hulk and the Brute Armor to protect her, but that didn't mean he wanted her to make a habit of dropping by.