"Hulk is gonna be eating his words with a side of kick ass," Betty quipped, her eyes glowing with energy. She finished her tea and stood up, dragging a hand over Bruce's back and wrapping her arms around him. Betty rested her chin against his shoulder blade. "Remember when I was your favorite distraction?" Before Bruce could answer, she chuckled, filing away old memories, and drew away to put away her lab coat. "Come on, beanstalk!" she called over her shoulder as she headed toward the sliding doors. "Let's see if your right hook is as good as your smack talk."