"We're both on a road paved with good intentions," Bruce mutters.
He doesn't try to take over flying; he'd rather let FRIDAY do it than throw himself into a spin that turns the suit into a vomit comet.
And speaking of vomit comets. He keeps his eyes tightly closed going through the wormhole, and when the Gs get high for a few seconds, he makes a few noises that are pretty close to whimpers before they're through and hovering over a planet he'd been happily certain he'd never visit again.
"Have you ever thrown up in the suit? Oh yeah, and welcome to Sakaar. One small step, etc., etc."
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He doesn't try to take over flying; he'd rather let FRIDAY do it than throw himself into a spin that turns the suit into a vomit comet.
And speaking of vomit comets. He keeps his eyes tightly closed going through the wormhole, and when the Gs get high for a few seconds, he makes a few noises that are pretty close to whimpers before they're through and hovering over a planet he'd been happily certain he'd never visit again.
"Have you ever thrown up in the suit? Oh yeah, and welcome to Sakaar. One small step, etc., etc."