A green glow appeared in David's eyes. His body began to increase a little in size. His shirt was torn into strips of fabric. Since his first transformation into the Hulk, David had made a point of wearing severely over sized trousers, done up with cheap belts. As his skin took a green pallor and his legs and waist grew larger, they tightly filled out the trousers and split the belt. He always kept a spare rolled up in his left trouser pocket, but that was the least of his concerns right now.

A deep growl came from his vocal chords, as he tossed away the remains of his shirt. The door gave way, as pieces of it fell to the ground in front of him. Looking through the opening they'd made, four robbers gaped in horror and disbelief, as they saw, not the timid looking laboratory assistant, but a tall green faced raging monster of a man snarling fiercely at them.

"We didn't sign up for this! Let's beat it!" said one of them, and they turned and headed for the window.

To their surprise, the window had a giant white spider web blocking their only means of escape. Looking back in horror, they saw the Hulk's fists effortlessly punching through what remained of the door, allowing him easy escape from the room which, as far as they knew, had once sheltered David Bruce from their initial pursuit of him.

"There's four of us. He's just one big man, not that much bigger than us. Let's take him!" said the leader of the gang.

The four students charged the Hulk simultaneously. One tackled his legs, yet was unable to move them. The other three attempted to rumble his body. Twisting his torso in defiant fury, the Hulk flung the top three assailants aside in all directions, and then glared down at the last attacker. Reaching down, he picked the would be thief up by the shoulder and tossed him across the room, where the man fell against a cabinet and collapsed.

The other three were struggling to crawl away on the floor, before he turned his attention on them again. With his mind clouded by the gamma radiation's usually dormant effects, unable to think with more than the simplicity of a five year old child, the Hulk wanted only to escape from the confines of the building. He ran at the window, smashing through Spider-Man's web barrier and a portion of the wall, as though it wasn't even there, and landed on the lawn below. Running off into the campus grounds as the sun began to set, the Hulk was soon out of sight.

Peter Parker's camera was web fastened to the side of the building, only inches below the roof, and pointed downwards. He had set it to take pictures automatically at several second intervals. It had caught snap shots of him crawling down the side of the building, without the aid of the drain pipe, and setting up his web barrier on the window. He had been planning to change back to his Peter Parker identity and call the campus security to report Spider-Man's snaring of the robbers within the very building that they had tried to rob.

His plans had been somewhat altered, when he saw the Hulk smashing through the door and facing all four robbers without working up a sweat.

Having seen the mess that the Hulk had made of the wall, the robbers used the new opening to struggle down the drainpipe, only to see Spider-Man swing down into view. None of them had the energy to fight a normal strength human, after the injuries they'd sustained from their brief bout with the Hulk. Spider-Man webbed their hands and legs together and then quickly crawled up onto the roof, and jumped from one rooftop to another, until he saw what he was looking for:

Sitting placidly on a now darkened section of campus garden, the large green man was getting thinner, slightly shorter, and his complexion was becoming that of a caucasian man. Spider-Man jumped down to the ground and recognised the face of the somewhat delirious looking man. It was the laboratory assistant he'd occasionally seen as Peter Parker.

"That's quite an instant weight loss program you've got going there," said Spider-Man.

"It's much more than that," said Banner, "I don't seem to remember what I do while I'm … like that. Did I hurt anyone?"

"Four aspiring burglars can add bruises to the arrest that campus security is about to organize," said Spider-Man, "But I'd better get you out of here until we can improve your wardrobe."

David got to his feet, and allowed Spider-Man to put an arm around his chest, while he shot his other arm's web-shooter up to a flag pole which was jutting out at the top of a three storey building. Spidey's powerful legs, launched him into a swing, and he and David reached the rooftop of the science building, where Spider-Man retrieved his regular clothes and was about to put them on.

"On second thoughts, I'll stay in costume a while longer, so that you can take my shirt and shoes," said Spidey.

"Most of my earnings go to food and replacement clothing," said David, who was still clutching his over sized trousers with one hand to keep them from falling down, "…. I'll get my belt out. I keep a spare on me."

"How long has this been going on?" asked Spidey.

"Ever since …. Can we get out of here first?" asked David.

"I'll take you to my place," said Spider-Man, and swung David through the city, until he reached his home.