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[undoubtable]

[ To those most familiar with human coloring, the woman in the video may look a little odd. She’s got red skin, black hair, and eyes that glow yellow where her pupils should be. She’s also noticeably more muscular than the average woman. Bigger, too. She fills up the screen, leaving relatively little to see behind her.

Judging from the frown that twists her black lips, she isn’t particularly happy. ]

All right. It’s been three days. The guys that brought me here promised me a fight. A “strong” — [ The quotation marks are audible, as is the faint sneer of disbelief when she says the word. ] — enemy.

So where is it? I’m bored.

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[angermanaging]

[Bruce doesn't like this side of himself. He isn't proud of it and he isn't comfortable with it; he suppresses it as much as he can. But there is, somewhere inside him, a penchant for taking satisfaction in the tragedies of others (schadenfreude) and especially when he thinks they deserve it. He doesn't truly want to see anyone hurt, but when he doesn't hold any blame for it and couldn't have done anything to stop it-- thus absolving him of guilt-- sometimes he takes a sick satisfaction in seeing others contend with the things he usually has to all alone.

Betty and her father is a relationship he's fully aware is a complicated one, and Bruce doesn't want to make her decide between them. He never has. Betty had chosen him of her own free will, and he understands that family isn't so simple to dismiss. Seeing that sad smile, he immediately regrets indulging in his sadistic side, and sobers up. It's probably for the best if he doesn't press her on that topic, and steers the conversation away. There's no easy answers to be found with fathers.]

Bizarre, [he agrees readily, quirking a wry smile.] I almost can't believe it. Uh, anything you've said, really. Except Samson working with Sterns.

[Bruce shakes his head.] I'm pretty sure he tipped off your father when he saw me with you. Samson, that is. I don't know for sure, but it's... suspicious. I guess some things really don't change.

[undoubtable]

[ Samson too is a complicated case. Once a trusted friend, then a bitter enemy. It seems like their entire life has been like that. Ever since the gamma bomb. ]

Samson... [ She sighs, shaking her head in disappointed resignation. ] He was a friend once, someone who fought with us instead of against us. But I know he's always had feelings for me and I think, I don't know, I think he let them blind him or something. Made him think that he could choose what was best for me better than I could.

[ And who knows, maybe he could. He'd made her a Hulk, and so far that was working out all right. ]

He'd always been jealous of Bruce. I guess that's true for the one you know, too.

[angermanaging]

I can't blame the one I know, [he says ruefully.] Well, I blame him for betraying Betty. Not for... not trusting me.

She'd been with him for years when I suddenly turned up again. Pretty suspect.

[undoubtable]

She was with him for real?

[ Maybe it's her last encounter with Samson that's left such a bad taste in her mouth, but she can't help the look of disgust that passes over her face. ]

That's--Yours must be better than mine. I tried to seduce him once, Bruce was sleeping with the Abomination's wife and I was feeling petty, but I never went through with it. That's just... He's not really my type.

[angermanaging]

[Bruce hadn't blamed Betty for either moving on, or her choice in men. Samson had seemed like a nice enough guy to him, unbearably perceptive but genuinely caring toward Betty. He certainly hadn't ever hurt her and that's all Bruce feels he has a right to judge.

Betty's disgust here is a surprise.] With Blonsky's wife? [is even more a surprise, and now he has his own disgust.] You really need to stop dropping these things on me. I feel like my brain is going to short out.

[That's mostly a joke. But only mostly.]

Samson didn't seem that bad, [he goes on, answering the actual topic now.] Mostly just worried about her. I do seem pretty... shady.

[undoubtable]

Are you sure? [ Her eyebrow arches in challenge, though she's only teasing. She doesn't want to actually cause him distress. ] I haven't told you the really crazy stuff yet.

[ And maybe she never will. Perhaps protecting Bruce also means protecting him from what he is in another universe. It's easier, she thinks, just to focus on Samson. ]

He wasn't that bad in the beginning. But I think that the expectations of being a superhero started to wear on him. Especially when he effectively appointed himself Hulk's keeper. That was never going to end well.

[angermanaging]

Unless it becomes relevant, I'd rather keep my mental faculties intact, [he says wryly.]

He was definitely never a superhero where I'm from. Imagining him as the... as his keeper is just-- laughable. [Bruce doesn't outright dislike Samson. He was important to Betty, regardless of the status of their relationship. But trust or respect him enough to imagine him effectively keeping the Hulk contained, absolutely not.]

[undoubtable]

It's kind of laughable where I'm from, too. [ She rolls her eyes, thinking back to the various encounters Samson and Hulk have had over the course of her life. ] They fought a few times, and he could hold his own for a little while, but he always lost eventually.

[ Her world is evidently vastly different from Bruce's, and without knowing what's the same - if anything is the same - she can't really feel comfortable discussing any of it. Better, she thinks, to turn the conversation away from it entirely. ]

Anyway, enough about him. Tell me more about this whole turtle thing.

[ That, at least, should be a less emotional subject. She hopes so, anyway. ]