Bruce headed down to the laundry room of the hellicarrier after spending almost two full days in the lab reading up on the history of Norse mythology. He figured there could have maybe been something that the team could use against Loki. His search was very successful. He found out that Loki has three children: an eight legged horse, a wolf and a giant snake. How the hell he had managed all that, Bruce had no idea.
The scientist trudged down the corridoors, exhausted, and pushed open one of the doors that read "LAUNDRY ROOM". He moved over to a basket that was filled with his shirts and trousers. He held them up to fold them properly and found that they weren't quite the same as they had been before they were washed. They were smaller. A lot smaller. Bruce knew the only person who could have purposly shrunk them was Stark. Bruce had seen everyone else wandering around, going to their rooms or going to training but he hadn't seen Tony in ages. He angrily threw the purple shirt back into the basket but managed to calm himself down before he lost control and turned into an enormouse green rage monster. He spun round and charged out of the laundry room shouting "Stark!" as he went.