Except Bruce isn't another one, not really. He still feels like the odd one out, while the others will more easily see themselves as agents or members of this team, and even now he doesn't entirely feel like he's a part of it all. Maybe he's just been used to being on his own for too long, and the edges of him changed too much that he can't seem to fit into any puzzle.

That, and the fact that his edges often tend to change even now, they sometimes grow larger and break everything around him.

"It doesn't really matter what they consider me," he answers quietly, briefly looking up at Loki, but he doesn't keep eye contact. He focuses on anything around, the corner of the shelf, the edges of the books he's holding, while wondering if the demigod would even try anything. He doesn't even know how mad the guy is exactly. "I'm not a hero."