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Bruce just laughed a bit “from you, i never know what to expect” Bruce set town his paper and looked up at Tony, “Have a nice trip?” he inquired ” Make lots of money? Bed lots of Women? Miss me?” He smirked at the last one knowing that it was as far away from the truth as he could get. Why anyone would ever miss him he would never know, but he figured for the reasons of humor he would just throw it in.

"Yes, maybe, not really, and yes," Tony answered in the order in which the questions were posed. He hopped up onto the workbench, letting his legs dangle. "Aside from the Q&A at the conferrence, I didn't have anyone to talk to--" there was that signature pout on the engineer's face-- "and half of the people there needed translators. Only thing China needs more than clean, renewable energy is some good old Anglo-Saxon."

“oh its nothing, i just figured now that i have this gigantic lab at my disposal i might try to figure out some ways to, rid myself of my little problem. The reasearch phase is going well i just dont know how well it will actually take once i apply it.” Bruce just looked at the floor as he spoke faster than usual. He knew Tony was actually fond of the other guy, but he wasn’t he wanted to find a way to get rid of him. or at the very least stabilize him so that he could control when he “hulked out” as Tony so eloquently put it.

Tony's smile threatened to fade at the information, but he managed to keep a fake one on his face. "Right, of course," he said, feeling like an idiot that he couldn't come up with anything /better/ to say. He put the calculations down quickly, not wanting to look at, much less /hold/, the recipe to his lab partner's self-destruction. Part of him had half a mind to tear the papers into a million tiny shreds, but Bruce likely had digital back-ups. Not that he couldn't hack into and delete those as well, but he'd given Bruce access to the lab to use it as he wished, and he wasn't going to retract that. His right eye gave a little twitch.

Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if Tony disrespected everyone’s personal boundaries or if it was just his. Not that he found himself too bothered by it, just confused. Bruce placed the bag back on the work bench,” I don’t really eat Red meat, but im sure Ive eaten something in the last day.” Truth was Bruce wasn’t sure when the last time he left the lab was, let alone when he had last eaten and he was getting a bit hungry. He just hoped Tony didn’t ask JARVIS how long he had been in here, otherwise he was in for quite a talking to from the worlds worst hypocrite.

How hadn't he known that? Tony gave himself a mental kick. Turkey burger next time, he mentally tucked away. "Your loss," he said, reaching into the bag to grab said burger. He wasn't really hungry, but he peeled off the wrapper and began munching his way through it right in front of the younger man in some sort of show of near-childish rebellion, figuring maybe it'd get some kind of reaction.

He really was a four year old trapped in a grown mans body. Bruce just laughed to himself as he took the elevator to the kitchen and began to search trough the cupboards to find something quick to eat so he could go back to the lab and continue his research. He had worked hard on it, spent weeks compiling data, and he was almost finished. it was enough to almost get him excited as he grabbed a bagel and put it into the new toaster that Tony had designed before going off to china. Maybe he could finally go trough life without having to worry about leveling a city if he got upset about something, wasn’t that a pleasant thought.

As soon as the elevator doors closed on Bruce, Tony sat up and swallowed his bite with a sigh. He crumpled the remaining burger in its semi-glossy wrapping and chucked it at the nearest can that was mostly filled with scrapped calculations and arithmetic. Not sure what to do with himself, he brushed his fingertips over the papers he had been previously holding, the 'key' to the physicist's current endeavor, frowning to himself. He hated it that Bruce hated himself... if only he could make him see that the Hulk was a part of him, not something to be confined and ashamed of! Tony wrang at the back of his neck and risked a closer look at Banner's work. He seemed to have isolated a strand of gamma-enhanced DNA, what coded the change in his physical person. Tony set it back down, brooding to himself. Call him crazy, but he actually thought the Hulk was pretty awesome.

Bruce found himself humming along with the elevator music that never seemed to be as dull in stark towers as it was pretty much anywhere else in the world. He cracked a smile as the song changed and he realized that it happened to be his Favorite of the moment, though he was sure he hadn’t told anybody that. “JARVIS,” he asked hesitantly “Who chose this music?” he swore that if computers could laugh, JARVIS would have laughed at him in that moment as he replied. “Mr. Stark chose songs he believed would be more personal to those living in the tower.” Bruce found himself grinning ear to ear. Tony was such a softie under all that ego.

Tony tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, deciding he'd wait for Bruce to get back after all. Knowing the phsyicist, he probably wouldn't be gone all that much longer-- Banner couldn't resist his lab. Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the elevator doors open and Bruce emerge from them, holding a bagel with cream cheese. For lack of anything better to start off with, Stark used it as a springboard. "You use that new toaster of mine? What do you think? Works good, right? Nice, even toasting? No heavily seared edges?"

“Tony, /he/ is a raging psychopath who needs to be at the very least controlled. Its Impossible for me to get even a bit frustrated without worrying about literally biting off someone’s head. Its like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at any point and kill anyone that I let myself care about. That’s why I’m doing this.” Bruce shook his head a bit “Have you even looked at the research?, its not going to kill him. Its just going to make him…Maintainable. If it works how I want it to,  I would still be an avenger, Just not a psychopath.

"You say 'raging psychopath', I say 'misunderstood badass'. Besides, maybe I have a 'thing' for psychopaths," he joked. Banner lifted an eyebrow at him and a pout once again formed on Tony Stark's features, "You're not even giving him a chance." He motioned at the research sitting on the table. "It's fine what you're doing but... I just don't think you're going about it the right way is what I'm trying to say."

You /Really/ Like him don’t you? Bruce asked relaxing under the weight of Tony’s arm. He didn’t find it as uncomfortable as he did a while ago when the engineer had started with the physical contact, now it just felt normal. ”I dont really know what you want me to do, Its not like there is a therapist i can go to that will help me work out my issues with ‘him’” Bruce almost shuddered at the idea of it, Its like having someone you hate trapped inside your body and you just don’t know how to get them out. “I’ll try if it will make you feel better” Bruce smiled at tony, hoping it would make him feel better if he at least tried. That way if it failed he could tell him that at least he had just tried.

Bruce didn't sound entirely sincere, but it was definitely a start in Tony's book. "Great," he smiled, patting the other scienctist on the back as he retracted his arm. "You're right, even a multiple-personality specialist might be a little stumped on this one," he joked. "But hey, if ever you-- or /he/-- want to talk, I'd be willing to listen," the innovator extended the invitation, meaning it. Not that he knew what kind of dialogue he and the Hulk might have, but Tony couldn't deny that he was curious to 'chat' with the other side of the man standing before him.

Bruce couldnt help himself from laughing literaly out loud when the man said these words, a billionare playboy phillantropist stooping so low as to ask him to go bowling? ” Oh my Dear, Dear Tony… You do realize that bowling allys are Loud and filled with possible triggers as you love to call them. Also you would have to wear shoes that other peoples feet have allready been in…” he laughed again ” don’t even get me started on Miniature golf… I am not a silly bimbo girl you are gonna have to find something you know… entertaining to do. If you insist on me leaving this lab, because we all know I love it here. We could go to the park… I hear if you’re not getting jumped its pretty nice.” Bruce was slightly shocked with himself, He had not only called Tony dear, but he had made an allusion that by asking him to leave the lab Tony was actually hitting on him. If he was smart he would pretend to be sick and just walk away now… But something told Bruce he was going to be very stupid today.

The amount of… what the Hell was that?… /sass/ coming from the other scientist's mouth stupified him somewhat, not unlike a few of the slap-in-the-face responses Pepper had given him on occasions. But he recovered quickly. "Alright, the park then," Tony settled immediately on the suggestion, leaving his partner no room to back out of it. "Also… did you just call me 'dear'? Is that like… a new thing or…? You know what, nevermind," he retracted his question as soon as he'd asked it.