Tony was listening intently, nodding along and watching as she assembled the suit and showed him the vials. It made sense why Howard wanted to get his hands on that, and if that happened, Tony could only imagine what sort of nightmare scenarios that current modern day warfare would look like, if that happened. In a way, it was a good thing that Hank Pym was every bit the stubborn old goat that Howard grumbled about. Tony already had the weight of innumerable lives lost from Stark weapons weighing on his conscience. Constantly. Even when he slept.
He didn't enjoy sleeping anymore. It wasn't a restful experience. The bad dreams outweighed the good ones, significantly.
Tony decided this qualified as a good and fun dream. He was privy to a close up demonstration as Hope shrank down and her teeny tiny self landed with fluttering wings on his shoulder. He was forced to crane his neck off to one side and squint one eye shut, to try to see the bug-sized speck on his shoulder.
Just in case it was too loud due to close proximity, he lowered the volume down. Hard to do, considering he was pretty exuberant over a little speck of Hope on his shoulder. Like a chip, but more scientifically optimistic.
"Yep, consider me blown away. There is so much you and your dad can do with this. I mean, beyond fighting baddies. Not military stuff. Obviously." He squinted his eye to try to see her better. "Please don't try the super-sized you, ok?"