[Bruce doesn't need anyone. He's stubbornly adamant on that. Even the people he'd like to have around, he doesn't need. He's always done without and just because he has some uncommon luxuries while he's here doesn't mean that's changed. Bruce operates on his own, because the scant amount of times he's been given the alternative, he's had the rug swept out from under him.

He's learned not to depend on anyone else anymore. He won't get to keep them.]

What other kind of life? [he asks critically, and somewhat impatiently, uncharacteristic as that is for him. Bruce actively argues with anyone that tries to show him sympathy for is situation, so to say Hayley's preaching to the choir is an understatement.]

I don't have to run. I can be honest. [Here, and apparently in the future back home, with SHIELD's protection.] Maybe I can learn some control. But that's it-- what else is going to change?

I don't need your advice.