Martha and Edgar Frobert were just another couple of tourists visiting the Big Apple. They were hoping to see a Broadway show, see the Statue of Liberty, see the historic spots where exterior shooting happened for "Home Alone 2", but most of all, they were hoping to see a real live superhero. Wisconsin hadn't had an honest-to-goodness superhero sighting since that time Squirrel Girl came to the Dells to ride the ducks.
"Look, Ed!" Martha cried. "Isn't that the, the, the who's that?"
"She-Hulk!" Edgar yelled back, eyes fixed on the massive green woman charging down the street. "Musta got sight of one of them Doctor Dooms and such what they've got here. Now we'll see somethin' worth seein'."
"Ain't she just goin' into a buffet?" Martha observed.
Edgar shrugged. "Must be someone worth fightin' in there. Some baddie'll come crashin' through the front window any time now, mark my words."
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She-Hulk was inhaling her fifteenth plate of Chinese food when she felt the tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a familiar mask looking down at her.
"Planning on leaving any of that for General Tso?" Spider-Man asked.
She-Hulk shrugged. "Hey, if he didn't want to eat it, he shouldn't have made his chicken so good. Care to join me for lunch?"
"No thanks. You might say I'm here on business."
The emerald-skinned titan glanced around the restaurant. "Don't tell me we're going to have to fight."
"Believe me, I sure hope not."
"Thank God," She-Hulk sighed, patting her swollen middle. "I don't like brawling on a full stomach. So what's the old spider-sense going off over today? Bank robbery? Arson?"
"Er--I guess you'd call it petty theft." She didn't quite know how he managed to look sheepish through the mask, but he did.
She-Hulk glanced around the room again. "Who?" When she looked back, Spider-Man's finger was point squarely at her face.
"Me?" she said indignantly.
"All right, so it's not exactly a brawl with Doctor Doom, but your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has to stick up for local small business, too."
"Hey, I paid for this lunch, buddy."
"Yeah, and you paying once for an all-you-can-eat buffet is about as fair as me entering a rock-climbing contest. Sorry, Jen, but hulking out before you eat here is practically stealing."
"Practically," She-Hulk said. "But not legally. Anyway, I didn't... uh... exactly mean to come like this. I just smelled the sweet-and-sour on the wind, and I...er... I guess I changed without thinking about it."
She shrugged. "Anyway, I certainly can't change back now, unless you want to see me lose my lunch. Little Jen doesn't have the stomach for this much food."
"Lady, Henry the Eighth didn't have the stomach for that much food."
She-Hulk pulled out her checkbook. "Fine, so I'll pay for another meal or ten. I can afford it. Happy?"
"Just paint me yellow and call me a smiley face."
She-Hulk slid out of the booth. Oof, how much did I eat? she thought with a groan as the contents of her stomach shifted unpleasantly. She hadn't realized how stuffed she was until she had to stand up.
"Uhm, Jen..." Spider-Man said. She-Hulk looked down at the booth. The cushion where she'd been sitting had been smashed flat, the springs jutting out brokenly at odd angles. "Oops. I thought something felt a little pokey."
"Jen..."
"I know, I know," She-Hulk snapped, tearing off another check. "This is turning into one hell of an expensive lunch, you know that?"
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