‘heimdall, right?’ he’s a little uneasy. from the hips down he looks like tony stark (tight goddamn pants included), and from the hips up he’s clad in what an asgardian would probably refer to as day-wear but he would sooner call armor. heavy armor at that. one would think that a man who’s alter ego was capable of lifting 100 tons would be a little more buff, but no, circumstance was rarely so generous. he shifts uncomfortably; bruce glances warily back from the window to the man currently staring out of it. not that he even needed to be looking at it to stare out of it, if the rumors were true. things are a little funky in space like that sometimes. the scientist shuffles up a bit closer. ‘i’ve heard you can see...like...everything. absolutely all there is. that sounds pretty astounding. is there-- is there a limit? don’t you ever just hit a brick wall?’