No wait. He wanted to say it, would've said it if he could vocalize. He had tried to put his hand out, to stop Anna from coming any closer, but it was too late. She was too close and he couldn't stop it. The seams of his shirt began to rip, to make room for his expanding chest and growing arms.

His hand - his large green hand - punched the wall, dented the brick behind him and he growled as his body twisted and grew and changed. Hopefully, it would be enough warning so Anna could get away; what was left of Bruce could only hope.

And just like that, it was done. The Hulk stood at his full height, massive hands curled into tight fists. He bared his teeth and howled.