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Hulk’s team loved movies.
Tony was a big fan of either the ones with the explosions or really hard ones to understand where the writers made Hulk just feel really dumb.
Clint and Thor, well they liked explosions too or the really funny stuff. Thor liked the kind of funny where people fell down a lot (which was Hulk’s kinda thing too) Clint liked the kind of funny where people play with words and such (which Hulk didn’t like at all)
Natasha didn’t really say what she liked, but she had a little smile on her face whenever watching any movie involving dancing.
Hulk….Hulk loved being with his team, no matter what they watched.
Though he did have some movies he watched when no one else was around.
It wasn’t anything sexy (mostly because those movies didn’t really make Hulk feel anything, except embarrassed and uncomfortable)
Hulk loved movies where no one talked.
There was music and the people in the movie moved their mouths and did things with their bodies, but there were no pesky words to get in the way.
Most of the time Hulk could guess the dialogue just by what was going on with their bodies.
Bodies talked to Hulk easier than words, which could lie or confuse you.
But, most of the time, bodies were honest. You just moved how you moved, regardless of what you were saying.
You could talk about being happy, but have your hands curled up into fists at your side.
Or say that you weren’t scared, but have your hands across your chest, protecting yourself.
But bodies were honest. Bodies told the truth even when you didn’t want them to.
And bodies could be just as action filled without words. Buster Keaton could get into a chase with bad guys just as well without you ever hearing his voice.
And Charlie Chaplin could be just as funny, could dance just as well, without a sound.
Hulk went into those quiet worlds without needing someone to explain what was going on, to translate the ideas or witty phrases.
The bodies, the actors, spoke to him without a word.
Complete, beautiful honesty.