Bruce managed not to jump, had heard footsteps and knew Jarvis was there but it still took effort to stifle the reaction. He had become so attuned to touch meaning pain, hurt, kidnap, Hulk out that he feared he'd never have normal reactions again.

The sad thing was, he was so starved for genuine contact, but could not initiate it and would struggle to accept it. He hugged himself, nodding and looking slightly pleased that he managed to get the generator up and running with minimal fuss.

"Al means we can start cooking food if we want.."