"Workable time table. I better text Pep since she's got this whole weird conspiracy thing about Friday."
Tony shrugged, not sure what that was about. What he was sure of, was that Jane needed help and that Bruce would keep working if he needed to leave for home or a twenty minute catnap on the office couch.
"While you're on that, I'll start on test models," he said. "Once we get enough data for something the computer simulations think are safe-ish, I'm the best guinea pig we have. Technically? They're already in me. Hey, I've fallen off the low carb wagon today. You want anything else to go with those brownies? I can order a pizza."
Coffee, brownies, and pizza. A classic late night in the lab comfort combo. He'd jog it off later. Along with that pint of Stark Raving Hazelnuts that he ate a couple of days ago.