“You know how every family has one member who possesses the uncanny ability to attract the crazies?” Ryan asked. “Last generation, it was Aunt Sue.” Because Namor, man. Just. Namor. “I feel as though I’m the one that got it this generation,” he said. Clearly, this issue didn’t need to be a genetic thing. You just had to consider yourselves family.

“We were broken up and she did that,” Ryan said. “Broken. Up. If we were, I don’t know, engaged or whatever, then maybe. Maybe. But doing it just while she was recuperating? It’s not as though we were offering her a place on the Imaginauts.”

He quietly considered the image of She-Hulk changing a baby-Hulk’s diapers and wrinkled his nose. “Dude. I love ya, but there are some images I do not need.”