âItâs alright, Lotâs of people think Iâm helpless without my armor.â Tony grinned smugly.
Theyâd run into an escaped villain while out and about on a normal errand, and Tony realized heâd left the device he used to summon his armor at home. He didnât want Bruce to hulk out in the middle of the city due to the liability issues, and he was too embarrassed to call for help, so finally, he hid behind a pillar with a huge rock and slung it at the villainâs head. Surprisingly, it worked.
One doesnât have the imagine the reaction he got from the crowd of admiring fans, or his teammateâs reaction for that matter. Everyone was surprised. Perhaps he just had a huge rush of adrenaline, because he didnât think he was that strong either, but hey, he wasnât complaining. Now he had something new to boast about.
Bruce wasnât a coward by any means. Paranoid and concerned yes, cowardly no. He knew that he in was one of the worst possible places to change and was aware just how many lives were at stake. So as much as he felt the itch to change when they encountered the escaped convict, he repressed it. While he and Tony hid behind the pillar he looked around for a way to help that didnât involve shredding the nice shirt he was wearing. He ended up throwing something at a cart, knocking it over and holding the villainâs attention long enough for Tonyâs rock to hit him.
After the aftermath had died down, heâd made the comment rather casually and shrugged at Tonyâs answer. âNothing to do with helplessness. Probably more to do with the fact that my ability to measure physical strength is probably thrown off by the Other Guy.â