"I was talking about you first," Chris retorted, automatically. The growl he received for the effort effectively reminded him that testing the patience of an eleven-foot monster that had on one occasion thrown a car at him and on another ripped one in half was probably not in his best interests. He ducked his head a little, folding in on himself even from where he was perched atop the Abomination's back.

When he spoke up again it was with a tone that was almost uncharacteristically pensive. "I needed space to think. I kept telling myself that maybe if I kept going, eventually I'd find enough. Instead I found you."

He tried to think back to that moment in Harlem, before he'd found Blonsky, before he'd even known the source of all the commotion. One solitary moment of-- not... not disappointment, surely. It had seemed like a freak occurrence at the time, a near-miss with which to instill the fear of God in him, but by the time he'd had his wits about him the fight had moved someplace else.

"... You threw a car at me?"