[ His other hand replaces the one on the back of Fitz's neck, only this time gripping it from the front, palm pressed tight against his throat. Fitz's fingers are little more than a nuisance, and Bruce is much stronger than he is, his hold not even slightly bothered by his attempts to claw at his hand. ]

Accomplish? [ He lets out another short laugh, a little louder now. It's with ease that he moves him around, shoving him against a wall. ] You've already proven how you're both useless and unwilling to cooperate. I know I'm not accomplishing anything with you. This is just...

[ His fingers tighten on Fitz's throat, enough to make it harder for him to breathe, but not enough to cut the air off completely. ] Fun.