Bruce didn't really have the trained senses, or awareness even, that many of the other Avengers had. So while Steve heard him coming easily, Bruce had no idea there was anyone else at this farmhouse. In fact, he was mostly just looking at his feet, tired and more concerned with not freaking out about the swarms of creatures far overhead. It wasn't until they were both in full view of each other that Bruce noticed a flash of red, white, and blue, and looked up to see Steve holding his shield--and looking worse for wear.<br/><br/>The physicist honestly hadn't let himself think too much about who was or wasn't alive. But seeing his friend here in front of him forced the issue to his mind. The amount of relief he felt was staggering. But the fact that the captain seemed alone didn't seem like a good omen. He wanted to ask where the others were. Had they made it? Were they alive? Surely Steve knew more than he did, he hoped.<br/><br/>It was such a relief to see that familiar face that Bruce almost called out to him. His mouth opened, then he thought better of it. He offered the man a weak smile and a limp wave though, and paused to rest his hands on his knees. Bruce was in better shape than Steve, he was pretty sure. Hulk's healing factor definitely helped him there. But he was so tired that that almost didn't matter.<br/><br/>He closed the distance between the two of them, so they could speak quietly, hopefully without being heard. "Hey--am I glad to see you.. Are you okay?"