Owner	Pose
Bruce Banner	It isn't often that Bruce stays in the mansion for weeks at a time; drifting around the planet tends to be his status quo. Still, he did sign on with the team to help people, so he's making an exception to his usual globetrotting to handle science, instead of the usual heavy hitting. Sitting in a lab coat near a biolab station that Bruce half designed himself, Bruce is currently sitting in a chair as he waits for some results from the latest round of tests on the samples brought in. With his reading glasses on, he's reading a book on his nook tablet.
Tony Stark	Tony Stark makes an appearance with aplomb and speed, jogging into medical. He's in a clear 'build mode' in his attire, and has a streak of some kind of engine oil running from left elbow to wrist on that side, where it immediately ends: the man was wearing gloves, apparently, but isn't now. He has a little droid in tow, which is buzzing in an agitated way. "Banner!" Tony greets, with a bright smile and a point of left hand, that suggests he definitely wants something. He comes right on over. "How comes the rumination on the regurgitation?" Tony asks, attempting to peer at the apparatus at the station. "I've got some information from Dr. McCoy, might tighten our scope."
Bruce Banner	His lab coat is actually fairly clean, despite the subject matter. Bruce gives one look at Tony over his glasses though, and a small frown comes to his face, "Tony. I know you like your jokes, but that pun was terrible." Bruce gives in a half amused tone. "Accurate, though." Bruce gestures to a desktop computer... along with a number of machines next to it. "I'm just doing a standard array of tests for a baseline. Ruling out compounds and vectors. That sort of thing." Bruce informs Tony. "it sounds like you're about to cut down on a few hours worth of work for me, though." Bruce notes.
Tony Stark	"I figured the accuracy for the pun sort of balanced out the awfulness," Tony answers, grinning. He knows it was terrible. "But I'll do better. Wouldn't want to suggest I was losing my touch." He looks dismayed at the speed of the lab calculations. "I also brought you Iggy. I-GE. Speed this up, it'll run data to let you do another test in parallel. In case it wasn't clear how impatient I am," Tony yawns. The I-GE unit comes over and plops down nearby, expelling a number of cables and cords, prepared for whatever is asked of it. "So, he identified one of the substances woven within it as a mutation stimulant. Super serum type thing. So we can exclude that area from what we're looking at. What I'm really interested in, though, is this other part, hidden under it." Tony turns and commandeers one of the medical lab monitors, pulling up some visuals of what he's talking about.
Bruce Banner	Bruce does nothing to stop Tony. Upon seeing I-GE offered to help though, Bruce gives the robot a 'look'. "You gave a robot a state of the art organic testing module?" Bruce actually reaches out and /pokes/ the thing, before he gives a snorted laugh. Then, he glances back to Tony himself, "You're usually only this impatient when it comes to your suits, Tony. Is SHIELD riding you for answers on this?" Bruce inquires, before he stands, and walks over to the monitor. Putting down his nook, his hands go into his lab coat pockets as he slouches slightly; a familiar attempt to appear non-threatening. He's doing it out on instinct by now.
Tony Stark	"Yes. He's a bit temperamental. Not a good AI fit for weapons," Tony comments offhandedly. "And he was burning my coffee if I didn't come get it." Yeah, that's clearly the best place to put the organic test module: the broken, temperamental coffee maker robot. The robot buzzes a little bit when it is poked, as if upset with being toyed with. It waggles the leads once, as if to say 'let's get to the tests'. Tony's assessment of it might be off, and the robot is just efficient. "No, SHIELD isn't involved," Tony adds. "But the pattern here--- someone is testing substances to make mutants do a lot of damage, or weaponized them. As much fun as that sounds, I want to be ahead of it." Tony looks at his screens. "Uhhh. Where was I."
Bruce Banner	There's a glance back to I-GE as it gets impatient too. Stark and his putting AIs into everything. Bruce sighs at the thought, before he glances to the monitor. "You were about to tell me what the Doctor learned, so I can apply it to baseline testing on my end." Bruce reminds him, before he pulls his hands out of his coat pockets and crosses his arms, "Making weapons out of people. This sounds like playing with fire. Like the people who try to control the Hulk through me sorts." Bruce gives a grimace, before he starts to type into the keyboard to bring up the latest results, "Alright, I've got the latest here... now we just need to plug in what you have..."
Tony Stark	"Right! So this second element! We can isolate for it now." Tony is right back on target. "I don't know WHAT it is, I just see that the amount of it spiked in the samples. The serum stuff stayed strong, even in the current samples we got from the mutants, but this other thing spiked and is virtually gone from the newer samples." Tony shows a graph visual. "I'm thinking a mind control substance? But that's just too /general/. From our interviews, we're hearing these mutants don't remember anything, and went berserk. One of them acted in a panic, on the video footage." Tony looks back to Dr. Banner. "So, this isn't a small ask, Bruce: to identify it, but ideally, some way to reverse it quick, because I have a feeling we are going to see more mutants going crazy and hurting people."
Bruce Banner	"It's the product of a talented bio-engineer." Bruce answers for Tony. Then, he points over to one of the graphs, "Someone used this stuff as a foundation for an engineered fear and hallucinogenic compound. The particulates make it easy to tell this is artificial." Bruce types a few keys, and there's a side by side comparison; original, and the engineered variant. "This is very potent stuff. Drive me into a Hulk state instantly stuff." Bruce points out, "The good news is that the way this was made will make it much easier to find the source. This isn't your garden variety workshop stuff." He gives a look to Tony, "This is specialist work. Weaponization like this isn't something an amateur can do."
Tony Stark	Tony listens, moving to lean his butt back against the edge of one of the tables, arms folded loosely. "Terrifying, but I'm glad to hear you have a silver lining," Tony answers, shaking his head slowly. "Think it's in your expertise to work on an antidote?" A pause. "Also, how would you administer such a thing? Since we're looking at maybe only a short window of it working, what do you think? Aerasol? Injected?" This isn't Tony's area, he's guessing.
Bruce Banner	"I won't know if I can do an antidote until I can isolate the artificial sections of this and check how stable they are on their own. A formula like this tends to break down, but they got lucky and managed a stable foundation from the stuff they used... so we're in new territory here." Bruce observes... before he clucks his tongue. "Give me a day to do some more tests and run a query in the database. I should be able to tell you if I can neutralize this by breaking down the foundation itself or not by then." There's a momentary pause as he checks something else on the monitor... a beat, then he sighs, "Depending on how severe it is, we might need to do an injection."
Tony Stark	"Well, now you have Iggy," Tony proclaims, pointing at the robot. Because Tony always has his contribution recognition: and there it is, the little droid. Tony's helping. "All right. Speaking of injecting. Do you think when they /administer/ it, they inject it? Or could, ha ha, they spray an area?" Tony asks, uncomfortably, scratching his eyebrow.
Bruce Banner	"Tony. Don't you have a Pepper to pester?" Bruce inquires, half jokingly. HA! Doctor Banner made a funny. "Hovering over me and pestering /me/ isn't going to make this go any faster." Bruce points out... before he pokes the robot... /AGAIN/. "And take the coffee maker with you." Poke. Poke Poke.