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You know, uh. Most people-- Correction, most sane people don't get so, uh, giddy? Yeah, giddy over the prospect of somebody getting punched in the face. Or, um, various other areas.

Just saying.

Same goes for the whole, er. Being ridiculously pissy at the head of a massive shadow government type agency with a whole bunch of trained people ready and willing to shoot at somebody.

So. ...You might possibly want to get that looked at. Because-- That's not normal. At all.

Oh, and for that o-other stuff. It's only two weeks. We'll both get along fine without-- Without that. All right? So none of that now. You can spend that time doing, uh. Other things. Things that don't involve me getting kicked around like an old tin can.

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Would you like a medal? [ she kind of likes it when you hulk out, man. not all the damage that ensues but you know it's better than sulking and failing which seem to be the only other two things her bruce does. ]

N- I'm not saying it's. I mean, obviously it's expected to not demolish things and to get rewarded for that is. I'm just saying that. There are some respects in which I'm better than other versions of, uh. Myself.

...Also not apparently looking like Steve Buscemi? Which apparently is also a thing.

That's true. [ bites the corner of her bottom lip, arms crossed, and gives him a once over. he could do worse. ] I am warming up to the Fight Club look.

Oh. [ Awkwardish smile? ] ...I'm glad?

[ judgment's back, though it's not as annoyed this time. way to remind her of her own bruce's habit of chasing after the most meager scrap of praise. ] Any luck cracking that super soldier serum?