Natasha sighed a little, reaching over and squeezing Bruce's hand. She was curious as to what happened to him when the Hulk was in control but she had never wanted to ask. It seemed... traumatising for him anyway. And the transition always looked painful.
As he floundered her lips curled up into a small smile and she laughed softly, ducking her head. "Relax, Bruce, I knew what you meant." Looking at him through her lashes, she took a piece of muffin for herself for the first time and washed it down with some of her soda.
"No," she answered, "but I'm imaging that it's nothing good."