Strength of a buffalo. Speed of a mustang. Eyes of the eagle. A whole lot of things animals can do.

Well, they are pretty blase when I'm running around non-raged. But they don't like me ripping down buildings, chucking cars around, and throwing heroes into the Hudson from Midtown.

Nah. Just part of me I have to figure out. Wish I were more like Mom instead of Uncle Bruce.