The Hulk's total existence maybe amounts to a week or so. He hasn't had time to develop or even think about a sexuality; he liked Betty, loved her, still does, but something about that is odd because the feelings are distinctly Banner's. The Hulk can just tell; they taste different, feel different. Like the way he is with the Tin Man. Banner likes him, and that bleeds through; hell, the Hulk can even tell that the Banner does more than like him now. The Hulk likes him too for his own reasons, and that's almost an entirely different strand of emotion.

It's hard to pick apart, and he really hasn't had the time to figure it out. He's only just figured that out, the way to pick feelings apart, the way to even have feelings of his own. It's hard for him to keep up with what Iron Man's asking, especially when he gets so serious about it, and especially when the Hulk's still full of bitterness over the fact that he's having to talk about Banner. In, like, a good way. Like he's somehow responsible for him, him, the one who keeps the Hulk locked up.

"Banner's no good." He still feels grossed out from the idea of him and Iron Man together, and he tries to figure out how to word it. "You can do better."

He pauses again, thinking.

"Flag Man's nice. Try him."