Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Tuesday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

It had only been a few days and Tony already hated this whole thing. His focus was completely shot and he was forced to farm out work in hopes of getting somewhere.

"Anything so far?"

Only half of Reed's body was in frame of the holographic projection. Not because it cut him off for a small area to be shown, but because half of him was stretched off to another part of his lab back in the Baxter Building. It would have been unnerving if you didn't know the man. "Tony, this isn't the only project I'm working on. If you wanted faster results, we both know Hank is the expert on biochemical reactions--"

"--and Hank is currently unavailable," Tony said firmly. And a bit sad for good measure.

"Yes," Reed said, looking awkward for a moment before something else caught his attention. "I'll get back to you as soon as I can synthesize an antidote."

Tony sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, okay. Keep me updated," he said before cutting off the feed.

He sat back onto his workbench and gave the suit a foul look for failing him on this.

[open! I amuse myself]