Clint took the knife. "Thanks big guy," he said. He took one of the chickens and sliced some off for himself. "Hey, I've had worse Hulk. This is actually a four star place compared to some of the places around the world I've sat in." He took a bite of chicken and looked over, chewing on it. "Pretty good."
He watched as Hulk tore into the chicken without breathing on it to cool it down. Then again this was the Hulk. He could withstand blasts from alien blasters and stopped one of those giant alien flying worm things. A hot piece of chicken probably didn't register much on the guy's pain meter. Did the Hulk even feel physical pain?