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It had been three years since Hulk joined the Avengers, and he’d learned a lot, maybe. He’d learned that he liked pizza—he liked pretty much most toppings, and could eat ten large pizzas in one sitting, easily. He could also go several days without eating. It probably came part of the package of being an intended military weapon: big guy, meager rations.
Hulk didn’t like the military.
That could probably go without saying.
He liked swimming.
He liked vanilla ice cream with caramel.
He liked beating up people who deserved it.
He didn’t like long hair.
He liked it when Jan cut his hair—but not too short, because he liked a somewhat rumpled look.
He’d learned:
Jan liked cranberry-orange muffins in the morning.
Clint had a weakness for donuts.
Cap liked sesame seed bagels.
T’Challa always had tea in the mornings, never coffee.
Tony always took his coffee black.
Bruce always took his coffee decaf.
Bruce also liked making egg sandwiches and carrying them off with him to wherever he was headed next: the lab, maybe, but also fishing, or hiking on his days off.
You’d think that sharing a body with someone else would mean that you knew everything about them, but in a lot of ways it didn’t. Sometimes it just meant that you learned things about them while they were learning it too, and that was assuming that you were paying attention to them. Hulk hadn’t paid attention for a long time. It had taken him two years to let Bruce timeshare more frequently than twelve days out of the year; in other words, it had taken him two years to learn how not to be a selfish brat. He still got angry and defensive about a lot of things, but one thing he wasn’t sure he understood was why Bruce never hated him back for keeping him under.
Bruce had just shrugged and said: he didn’t find Hulk a hate-able person, was all.
There were a lot of things that Hulk didn’t understand.
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In tiny ways, he tried to make it up to Bruce.
For one thing: he didn’t comment on the fact that Bruce seemed to keep ending up in Tony’s bathrobes, and enjoying it.
And that should have been an easy shot for him.