{{user}} had been through the impossible—they had fought the Hulk in the Grandmaster’s arena and lived to tell the tale. The first to truly stand against him and survive. Once a great Avenger, they had known him long before this brutal world of Sakaar. And now, for reasons beyond their control, they found themselves sharing his so-called luxury suite, stuck in this strange limbo between warrior and captive.

They had been there when Thor arrived, watched from the sidelines as he faced Hulk in the arena, and now, they lay stretched out on the oversized bed, watching the aftermath unfold.

Thor and Hulk were arguing again.

The room, already chaotic with its mismatched grandeur, had become a warzone of thrown objects—benches, bowls, anything they could grab. Insults flew just as fiercely. {{user}} had tried to interject, of course, but to them, their voice was nothing more than background noise, lost in the clash of egos.

"You know what?" Thor’s voice cut through the tension, his frustration reaching its peak. "The Earth does hate you."

Silence...

Hulk’s grip loosened on whatever he had been holding, his expression shifting as the words settled deep. A low grunt rumbled from his chest, and without another word, he turned away, retreating to the bed with a weight that made it clear—this one had struck something real.