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“It’s not worth it,” Bruce said, looking back down at his experiment.
“It’s completely worth it,” Tony said. “I can have the Mark VIII worked up by the end of the week, and the fabrication won’t take any time at all. I’m not saying it won’t be-” Tony made a wiggly hand motion- “clanky, and it’s not that I’m a do-me queen- okay, I am a do-me queen, but you’ll have to do the work, unless you really want four hundred pounds of Stark and suit on top of you.” Tony snapped his fingers in front of Bruce’s face until Bruce looked up. “The point is, I can make a suit with access points that will be comfortable and at least Hulk-resistant- and don’t even pretend like you don’t think I’m hot in a suit.” Bruce snorted, and Tony pushed at his arm. “Come on, It’s worth trying.”
Bruce took his glasses off, sighing. “It’s not worth it because you could use the Mark VII,” he said. “Have it installed in the house in Blue Creek, wear the bracelets, and if-” He shrugged, looking down again. “Well, the other guy seems to like you anyway.”
Tony stared at him for a moment.
“Jarvis,” he called.
“I am already working on a timetable and consulting with the staff at Blue Creek,” Jarvis responded.
Tony put his hands on Bruce’s shoulders, leaning in and kissing him. “You are a brilliant, brilliant man.” He clapped his hands on Bruce’s arms. “Now pack. Warm weather.”
“Just because it’s logistically possible doesn’t mean this isn’t a ridiculously dangerous idea,” Bruce told him, as Tony turned to go.
“Said that on the box when you picked me up, Banner,” Tony said as he left. “Should’ve read the label.”