Bruce was sitting in his lab shifting through notes when he heard his door's locking mechanism disengage. Seconds later a very excited Tony Stark wheeled into the room, brandishing a file and grinning like an idiot. He stopped short at Bruce's lab table and began shaking the file in the modest lab-geek's direction.

"Oh, my pigmentation-challenged friend, you'll wanna see this." Bruce quirked an eyebrow at the giddy man before him. "Okay," Tony said, sarcastic disapproval creeping into his voice. "You're supposed to grab this from me then mutter something like 'mother of God' and proceed to worship me."

Bruce took the papers cautiously from Tony and opened the folder, eyes yet to leave Stark's face. "Worship you? If this is another crack attempt at getting rid of the Other Guy, I swear to God, Tony..." His eyes drifted to the notes laid out in front of him. He scanned them for about a minute, brow furrowed. There were algorithm's completely covering some pages, diagrams on others, and several sketches of odd machinery. "What am I seeing here?" Bruce finally asked.

"I am so glad you asked, Brucey Baby." Bruce shot him a peeved look at the nickname. "What you are looking at is the future of clone technology. Well, it's the present of future clone technology, but that's really just a technicality that I personally think we can just -"

"Did you say clones?" Bruce cut in. Tony gave him a satisfied smirk. "But," Bruce said rifling through the file again. "There's nothing in here about replicating DNA. I don't see anything that could possibly reproduce a genetic structure." Tony reveled in the spreading look of bewilderment on Banner's face.

"I know! Isn't it cool!" Tony's excitement returned.

"Tony..." Bruce sighed, exasperated.

"Okay, okay. It's like this; You don't need to recreate a person from scratch. If the God Bros taught us anything, it's the existence of multiple universes, right? So I figured there was no way of really controlling these universes, but we can theorize that there is an infinite number – stop me if I'm going too fast – which means there is some universe where everything is exactly like this one except for some insignificant detail, like instead of saying 'The Jersey Shore' everyone just says 'Doucheland.' Something that would most likely not affect our general lives, but would be cause for the formation of parallel universe. And, assuming the only difference has no effect on our lives otherwise, parallel me will be telling parallel you about this same theory right now. So if I open up half a bridge to the other us, they'll reach the rest of the way!"

Bruce reviewed the file as Tony spoke, seeing correlating notes on the documents, nodding at times to show his understanding. "Wow," he said softly, pushing his glasses up with a paper filled hand. He glanced up at Tony. "This is actually kind of brilliant."

Tony puffed with pride. "King of the lab!" he cried before snatching the papers away from the doctor. He skittered out of the lab and Bruce stared at the open door. After a pause, Tony's face appeared again, an inquisitive happiness emanating from him. "Come on, Doctor B! We have science to build!" Bruce sighed, a common action since moving in to the new Stark Tower. He at last left his worktable and followed the young philanthropist out into the hall.