"I thought you would have, yes." For all intents and purposes, Loki might be mad but Bruce knew he was incredibly smart too. A fair combination of the two was what made him so dangerous after all.

He looked him over quietly at the offer, for a long moment not even sure what to think of it, let alone how to answer. Bruce wasn't a liaison, he couldn't speak for the group - and neither did he want to. Yet, right now, as bizarre a situation as this may be, he was the one sitting across the table from Loki, of all things holding something weirdly akin to a civilized conversation.

"I'll keep it in mind. But you gotta know that it's not-- the others probably won't want you anywhere near." And with reason too. Fair enough, he hadn't done anything as massively insane as New York - yet -, and since more Avengers began showing up he'd been making sure to remain mostly silent, but he'd still had his encounter with Darcy, though Bruce couldn't speak much of that. All he knew was that she had used a taser on him, but he wasn't too familiar with the details that had led up to that. "Even if your magic or knowledge would be... useful, and I'm sure it could at some point, a good number of them aren't going to accept it."

Some of them might even prefer to remain stranded in here, rather than accept any help from the demigod.