"Ugh, squishy science." Not a soft science because, biology, patterns to follow, but not mechanics and applied physics or even theoretical astrophysics. Tony rolls his eyes as he finds a spot on the wall to lean against, giving the pheromone emitting peakitten wide berth for the moment. No reason to taint the results.

Slinging an arm around Bruce's shoulders is second nature, for all that he'd been gone for awhile and only briefly back- he doesn't think about it. Just does it. "Are you ready for your first real brush with a chemically induced stupor, Honeybear?"