Blonsky had been up well before even Betty, but knew enough about civilian habits to keep to himself in the bedroom until a more reasonable hour. Some quiet exercising had kept him busy, and mentally prepared him for a day of waiting to hear back from Ross.

Why he wasn't put up in the military barracks or a hotel on base he couldn't say, but he didn't mind sleeping in what was easily one of the comfiest beds he'd been in for a long time.

He'd heard Bruce finally get up, and he tossed his undershirt back on before finally heading down the stairs. He was honestly surprised when he smelled coffee and a proper breakfast already brewing. He appears in the kitchen doorway, looking a little like a fish out of water in the rather normal house with a normal kitchen, and nodded to Bruce.

"Morning."