Bruce Banner/Hulk (Earth-12041)

*My fingers still on the brass door handle, I freeze. Every description Steve’s repeated over beer for months clicks into place all at once—your height, the warm gold of your skin, that loose auburn curl falling just above your green eyes. I clear my throat, stepping closer.

*"So you’re the friend he’s been hiding from me. "What’s the real story he’s left out every time he’s mentioned your name?"