That should have been obvious enough, as much as Teddy was willing it to be untrue. This would, he told himself, been much easier if he knew anything about this Spider-Woman and not just the one from the world he grew up in. For all he knew, she could have had the unexpected morality of Gambit and Rogue, actually be a three month old cyborg, or was from the future and just passing through. He shrank back from the edge he was perched on as Spider-Woman grew closer, which could have been fear, sure, nerves, definitely, reverent respect, mostly. What he knew of Spider-Woman, she was an Avenger.
"A little," he admitted with a sheepish smile, but her teasing was enough to get him to try to shake it off, feeling worse to appear as silly as she made it sound. Hulkling stood straight then, as she did, without the totally cool gymnastics part but blocking out the moon with his sheer size. "Is it totally lame of me to ask if you're just hanging around? Yeah, that sounded lame coming out, I'm sorry," he said with a wince, hands up in surrender to disown the pun entirely.