It was one thing to wake from a Hulk fugue to sudden strangers offering clothes, ambulance calls or water, but he hadn't been gone behind the green curtain while the Hulk did his thing; he'd been walking out of Shawarma Palace with the other Avengers and now he was flat on his back, and adrenaline was already gearing to run its own version of the Tour de Bruce through his nervous system.

Bruce was everything he tried to avoid - he was tired, he was sick, he was frightened, disoriented, and he was angry. He stared first at the bottle the girl was offering and then up at her with eyes that shaded from brown to green in moments.