[ Barely-veiled? Please. Bruce doesn't even try to cover up the very open threat he's making there. And it gets him just the reaction he was hoping for.

Seeing fear splattered all across Fitz's face delights him to no end. Almost more than the fact that he's going to get his hands on whatever Fitz was trying to hide there. ]

Quit the crap. You know very well who I'm talking about. [ And he couldn't care any less if he calls her a girlfriend, colleague, goddess— but he can recognize the feelings well enough. Useful when it comes to situations like this, after all. ] What I'm saying is, you're going to get me copies of what you were working on, or I'm going to walk out that door and track her down, make her wish she'd never left that screwed up alternate reality she was stuck in.