They had been a bit distracted and Bruce had thought that it was a good idea for them to get out of the room before Tony made any suggestions about giving the bed the same kind of test run that the hot tub had gotten. It honestly hadn't occurred to him that Tony would step out on an alien planet with no 911 available.

So he's still hoping for a suit intervention as he tries to dissuade Kiara from any thoughts of making more little jar aliens together.

"I'm not." He's back to shaking his head and there's a real question to whether he'll ever be able to stop, considering how this day's been going. "I'm really not. I'm genetically nonviable, my bodily secretions are toxic, and you need to trust me that I absolutely cannot engage physically."

He leans past her to check on Tony, then gives her a firm look. "And you hurt my best friend. I don't find that a turnon."