“Thank you, I will,” he responds loftily, still grinning. “I’ll keep them both for—Yea—Ha. Nn, what’re—Ah, stop it!”

Squirming away from his finger, Tony twists around and slaps at his finger, half trying to climb over to his other side. Not like the Hulk doesn’t have two hands and ten fingers, but discovering at 42 that his not ticklish assertion isn’t entirely accurate doesn’t leave much room for calmly and rationally pointing out that he was wrong and now that they’ve got it sorted out, he’ll be going back to being the tickler, not the ticklee.

“Okay! So I am a little! I give up!”