Iron Man only laughed at that question, his head tipping back as he rolled his eyes like he had to take a moment in the serene logic of the architecture of the distant ceiling. Joe was really cute, sure, but a baby was most definitely not in his future, whether he managed to maintain a steady relationship or not. "Who would trust me with a kid?" he challenged, clear that that experiment would go about as well as handing a child to a cat. Good enough intentions, he might have managed to bathe it once or twice, but the level of communication was going to be poor. "No, ah--" he continued, realizing even as he spoke that his theory was possibly already being explored with Lady and having to shake it off, "I just meant, taking care of the Hulk like this, very maternal." Now he was distracted, and the words came off as dismissive and possibly a little insulting, but only because he was looking around, clearly elsewhere. "Hey, so, this thing I came to talk to him about..." Maybe this was serendipitous and Betty really was the better solution for him. After all, she was already keeping an eye on a giant of singular genetics, and knew her way around a fancy lab. "I found, uh...an alien?" Iron Man spread his hands open, completely disarmed and honestly out of words for his conundrum. "I'm pretty solidly sure it's a juvenile, but I've never seen anything like it and I think it needs...a mom. I'm not doing so hot."