How would someone who had never worn a decent pair of pants in his life feel when he suddenly put on a pair that was unbelievably comfortable?
At that moment, Hulk felt the bliss of having a seal that had bound him for years broken in one fell swoop.
Soft, skin-friendly fabric, resistant to damage and wear, with a stretchy fit that safeguarded the happiness of his lower half.
It let Hulk, who had always held back for fear of bursting his pants, unleash 120 percent of his fighting power.
With one punch, he gently rang the wake-up bell on the Chitauri warship's sweet dreams.
The terrifying force made the warship, which could smash through buildings, look like a speeding car hitting an iron wall. In the span of a breath, its brains had been thoroughly scrambled.
All the armor plating on its body flew off.
The resistance tipped its enormous body upward, sending it crashing toward the Avengers.
Tony fired a missile, blowing apart the warship now that it had lost its armor protection.
But none of them left. Instead, they all focused their eyes on Hulk's lower half.
Don't get the wrong idea. They were looking at the super-stretchy pants printed with a cartoon Hulk.
Barton, who had the sharpest eyesight, said hesitantly, "Did Hulk's butt just pop out?"
That earned him a death glare from Hulk.
"Where did those pants come from?" Natasha said. "I'd bet anything he wasn't wearing those a moment ago."
Everyone exchanged looks, while Hulk reached down and tugged at his waistband.
Even at his size, the pants still had room to stretch. He absolutely loved them.
"You can always trust the craftsmanship of Taran Industries."
Hulk turned to look. John had just taken a picture with a camera and was waving the