Tony was still musing on ways to help Hank function like his smarts should have allowed him to handle when Sue suggested he had any common sense at all. He had to give her a skeptical look for that one. Half the time, Tony was pretty sure Hank didn't realize that acid burned as well as dissociated. Sue seemed to think Reed was capable of human emotions, too, though. She must have had a remarkably high opinion of Tony.
Point was, though, she was spot on about where the gigantism came from. She, calm and rational, lost her powers, some angry idiot got to be 30 stories tall. Wasn't that always the way? "The Avengers are on it now," he pointed out, a little hurt by her astute observation of him getting his ass kicked. "There's more distraction technique to go around." Her lab was a welcome oasis, smelling sterile and a little cold, with no holes in it. Tony relaxed a fraction, planting his helmet on a desk and holding up his hands like he had to consider their existence. "Ingestion, injection..." he offered, dropping one hand to point the other back at the door. "He doesn't have tough skin, I burnt him pretty easily," he continued, then made a fist as his armor transformed around it and up his arm to make a long, thin, golden blade. "Or shooting him, I wouldn't mind hurting him. I'm pretty sure I could get this thing to shoot something that hurts."