[ The Hulk was tireless. That was probably the best thing about transforming and having him fight with the others, was that he didn't have moments where he just couldn't keep up or felt overwhelmed. If anything, the way the aliens kept coming at him only made him angrier, stronger, faster.
But that also meant that once all was said and done, and Bruce went back to being his small, usual self, he could barely stand on his own two legs without feeling his knees give in beneath the weight.
So, it's a good thing that he doesn't have to stand. His weight is heavily set on the chair, taking him already a good amount of effort to manage keeping his head upright, or lifting the food up to his mouth. But he's more starving than he is exhausted, and he devours the pieces of meat and the chips like he hasn't eaten anything in days.
He's glad to keep himself out of the conversations, though at first everyone's quiet, too tired to focus on anything other than the food. When the talking begins, Bruce keeps to the sidelines, his teammates' voices a distant background noise until one of them addresses him directly.
His eyes lift from his food, focusing on Nate's face. His smile is weak and small, as he nods his head minutely. ]
Thanks. [ He's right, Bruce really isn't one for compliments. He never knows what to say to them, either. ] You too.
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But that also meant that once all was said and done, and Bruce went back to being his small, usual self, he could barely stand on his own two legs without feeling his knees give in beneath the weight.
So, it's a good thing that he doesn't have to stand. His weight is heavily set on the chair, taking him already a good amount of effort to manage keeping his head upright, or lifting the food up to his mouth. But he's more starving than he is exhausted, and he devours the pieces of meat and the chips like he hasn't eaten anything in days.
He's glad to keep himself out of the conversations, though at first everyone's quiet, too tired to focus on anything other than the food. When the talking begins, Bruce keeps to the sidelines, his teammates' voices a distant background noise until one of them addresses him directly.
His eyes lift from his food, focusing on Nate's face. His smile is weak and small, as he nods his head minutely. ]
Thanks. [ He's right, Bruce really isn't one for compliments. He never knows what to say to them, either. ] You too.