Clint nodded some. "Well, I'm willing to do what I can to make sure you're home stays safe for as long as possible Hulk. You deserve a place to call your own." He meant his words too. After all, why couldn't Hulk have his own secret house to hang out in? Though Clint wasn't going to give it a nickname like the Hulk Cave or Hulk Pad or something.
Entering the warehouse, Clint looked around at the goods but said nothing. Hulk was a giant green man. It was a bit hard for him to go to the store to shop for supplies. And Clint did his best to not judge. What right did he have in that department after all?
The archer watched as Hulk grabbed the chickens and headed over to the barbeque machines. He would offer to help but the Hulk was capable and knew Clint was willing so he just walked over and found a place to sit, watching his friend.