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Avengers commentfic butnoI'mnotwritingAvengersnotatall
Bruce stalked around the glass walls of Tony Stark's lab, diffidently, cautious. There were rooms a green hulk could dent, and then there were rooms a hulk could obliterate.
Tony Stark wiggled his fingers, motioning him closer without looking up from his worktable on the other side of more glass. Must've seen Bruce's reflection as he came in. Or else it was security cameras. There were quite a few, passive and active systems.
Bruce glanced over the three-dimensional schematics displayed in midair. A new weapon, probably for the arm of his suit, though the exploded view didn't make it clear. "That's not going to work."
Tony paused a heartbeat; gave a defensive blink. "Since when are you an engineer? And no, it's not," he admitted.
"I've had to be a lot of things," Bruce explained. "A carpenter, surveyor...."
"A busboy too, no doubt. It hurts my brain to imagine how you've wasted your talents." He gave a careless gesture as he moved to a computer terminal. "If you can solve that, great--" Bruce was led past state of the art robotics, far beyond what Bruce saw at even the most well-funded universities. "But I need a--wait," Tony interrupted himself. "Are you a nuclear or molecular physicist?"
"Kind of both at this point," Bruce sighed. Trying to reverse the effects of gamma radiation had taken him into new territory.
"A jack of all trades, good, good, I like it. Now I need--" Tony began, but let the next midair display finish his sentence. Images of molecular structures appeared projected on one of the glass walls, lights going automatically dim.
"Whoa. You're... that's--that's not good," Bruce said, eyes widening.
"Of course it's not good," Tony snapped. "It's not supposed to be good. It's a weapon: it's supposed to be very, very bad."
"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know you're experimenting with biological warfare?"
"I would have no respect for them if they didn't." Tony smirked.
"Does Pepper know?"
"Tell her and I'll find a way to destroy your soul," Tony answered in a flat, definitive tone. "We're dealing with Viking gods. I'm sure it can be done," he added with a tight flicker of a smile. "Besides, she'll be fine with one targeted to those flying roller-coaster beasties. She didn't like them much. Doesn't like roller-coasters either for that matter."
"This is not targeted. At all."
Tony turned an annoyed scowl on him. "Did you miss the part where I said I needed a molecular biologist?"
Bruce leaned closer, interested despite himself. He tapped the keyboard experimentally, recalling with amusement the green-screen CRT terminals he'd used in Brazil as recent as a year ago. "You're completely crazy."
"So everyone tells me, yet I keep coming out ahead, so I figure it's a Darwinian success story."
Bruce stalked around the glass walls of Tony Stark's lab, diffidently, cautious. There were rooms a green hulk could dent, and then there were rooms a hulk could obliterate.
Tony Stark wiggled his fingers, motioning him closer without looking up from his worktable on the other side of more glass. Must've seen Bruce's reflection as he came in. Or else it was security cameras. There were quite a few, passive and active systems.
Bruce glanced over the three-dimensional schematics displayed in midair. A new weapon, probably for the arm of his suit, though the exploded view didn't make it clear. "That's not going to work."
Tony paused a heartbeat; gave a defensive blink. "Since when are you an engineer? And no, it's not," he admitted.
"I've had to be a lot of things," Bruce explained. "A carpenter, surveyor...."
"A busboy too, no doubt. It hurts my brain to imagine how you've wasted your talents." He gave a careless gesture as he moved to a computer terminal. "If you can solve that, great--" Bruce was led past state of the art robotics, far beyond what Bruce saw at even the most well-funded universities. "But I need a--wait," Tony interrupted himself. "Are you a nuclear or molecular physicist?"
"Kind of both at this point," Bruce sighed. Trying to reverse the effects of gamma radiation had taken him into new territory.
"A jack of all trades, good, good, I like it. Now I need--" Tony began, but let the next midair display finish his sentence. Images of molecular structures appeared projected on one of the glass walls, lights going automatically dim.
"Whoa. You're... that's--that's not good," Bruce said, eyes widening.
"Of course it's not good," Tony snapped. "It's not supposed to be good. It's a weapon: it's supposed to be very, very bad."
"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know you're experimenting with biological warfare?"
"I would have no respect for them if they didn't." Tony smirked.
"Does Pepper know?"
"Tell her and I'll find a way to destroy your soul," Tony answered in a flat, definitive tone. "We're dealing with Viking gods. I'm sure it can be done," he added with a tight flicker of a smile. "Besides, she'll be fine with one targeted to those flying roller-coaster beasties. She didn't like them much. Doesn't like roller-coasters either for that matter."
"This is not targeted. At all."
Tony turned an annoyed scowl on him. "Did you miss the part where I said I needed a molecular biologist?"
Bruce leaned closer, interested despite himself. He tapped the keyboard experimentally, recalling with amusement the green-screen CRT terminals he'd used in Brazil as recent as a year ago. "You're completely crazy."
"So everyone tells me, yet I keep coming out ahead, so I figure it's a Darwinian success story."
