Bruce finds the place easily enough. It’s right next to the university, after all. He meant to go back to his apartment but he figured that his work slacks and shirt were fine, so he skipped it in the interest of time. He’s really nervous and he knows it; palms sweating, heart thumping—the whole nine yards. It feels completely idiotic to be this nervous in front of a pub called Asgard because it is completely idiotic. He considered skipping out and using ungraded papers as an excuse with plans to make it up to Tony later, but when it came down to it he just couldn’t do it. Not since Tony seemed so excited for Bruce to be there.