Dissociate identity coupled with some kind of shape shifting mutation. A year and a half ago, even with all she knew and all she'd been through, Sam would still have had a hard time believing him. Did she believe him now? Well, it was a pretty stupid thing to lie about, for starters. 'Oh, I have this badass side but you can't see it.' And why in the world anyone would call themselves 'the Hulk' was beyond her.

Too outrageous not to be true, then.

They were in the multiverse, after all.

She frowned, a line forming between her eyes. There were a shitload of questions she really needed to ask about this situation. But one in particular rose to the surface and beat out the rest.

"...why green?"