Tony can’t help but to laugh. “No. But I think I could probably make an artificial womb and between the two of us, a little X-chromosome splicing shouldn’t be that hard.” And he means it too. They’re both geniuses. If anyone can figure out how to have a baby without a woman, it has to be the two of them. “Unless you want to be the mommy, I’ve probably got dead beat dad written all over my forehead already.”

Like father, like son, yadda yadda. Bruce would make a good dad... if he could get his heart rate to cooperate long enough to ejaculate without going all Hulk on the poor woman.

It’s a really a weird line of thought that Tony decides not to share at this time and instead leans protectively over the controls of the jet.

“You know we have to do something about your wormhole. Who knows what else has gotten sucked up into it. Help a guy out Banner.”