He goes down like his legs are made of wet noodles, with an undignified noise that sounds like the bastard offspring of a squawk and a yelp. Really, he probably should have seen that coming. And it doesn’t hurt. Not really. It’s a little jarring, a little unexpected, but there’s grass and leaves and okay, maybe an uncomfortably placed rock, but for the most part it’s fine.

Laughing despite himself, he scrambles back up onto his feet. “Uh, yeah. Definitely two out of three.” Dimly, he’s reminded of Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey and the hopeless battle Death waged against two young men who were far too well-versed in the art of winning board games.

It’s that comparison that makes him laugh even harder. And then, in a move he knows is going to fail but can’t help doing anyway, he launches himself at the Hulk like he actually has a hope in hell of tackling him to the ground.