"If it is, boy does he have some explainin' to do. Do me a favor and tell me if you see an unusual difference." Betty rotated the screen for him and pointed toward the first image. "Influenza A. The second image looks similar, don't it?" Until she magnified the virus by about a thousand. "At first glance it looks like it could be a subtype. But look at this--do you see that?" To her, it looked like a virus in disguise. Stepping back to let Tony examine the odd molecular structure himself, to find that so-small-you'll-miss-it-in-a-blink difference that she'd spotted earlier, Betty pulled her lab stool over and sat.
"Anyway, I've got his breakdown pinned to his teleportation project," she continued. "Overworked himself right into a spiraling frenzy." After all these years Betty was still having to remind him that stress killed. Or, in his case, got him locked up in a mental Hulk-made prison. She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Whatcha need Bruce for, anyway?" Her eyes flashed with curiosity. "Hulk's not too far if you wanna see him."