"Yes," Bruce replied, after considering it for a moment. He had just saved the world, and that felt pretty good. He knew not every assignment would be like that, but it was nice to know he could still help people.

And then there was Natasha. It was worth it for her, too.

Bruce started to follow her toward the jet (after picking up the piece of metal he'd coughed up, since he was pretty sure Fury would want it), and stumbled a bit, his body protesting the idea of any more movement.