"We should open a bakery and put Kae behind the counter." Tony grinned, waving a cookie around as he spoke.

"Tony, shut up," Kae groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

"I've suggested that before," Elaine piped up, going to grab a cookie. "But I'm always shot down."

"That's it, someone's seconded it, this is happening," Tony said with a grin. He was tempted to start looking for a place himself, but he had Jarvis do it instead.

He could experiment with what Extremis had done to him later.

Elaine snickered. She wanted to point out that opening a bakery was, at the moment, Not A Good Idea, but she didn't want to ruin Tony's seemingly-good mood.

Tony knew it probably wouldn't happen, and definitely wasn't a good idea at the moment, but it was fun to plan anyway.

And really fun to watch Kae turn red.

Elaine just grinned a bit and tucked herself against Steve, much more relaxed now.

Tony stayed out there for a while before claiming he wanted to get back to work, and then he made his way down to his lab.

Bruce waited until the others filtered out before following Tony down to the lab. Time to see how Tony really felt.

Tony was sitting at a desk, not touching anything, while information flashed in front of him. Even Jarvis was quiet.

"Tony?" Bruce asked quietly. Tony seemed to be staring at nothing, but Bruce knew better. Tony's brain was a supercomputer, now, there could be any number of things he was seeing.

"Yeah?" Tony spoke quietly, since he didn't feel the need to keep as much of the charade around Bruce.

Bruce sat down next to Tony.

"How are you really feeling?" he asked.

Tony blinked. "Fine," he lied. "No aches or pains, nothing unexpected." He paused for a moment. "I don't need to get Jarvis to do these things for me anymore."

"Tony," Bruce chided. "I think I know you a bit better than that by now. How are you really feeling?" Because at this point, he knew when Tony was hiding things.

Tony was quiet for a minute. "I'm still working through it," he admitted. "It's... odd. It doesn't hurt, per se, but there's always information all the time and if I'm not careful it will overwhelm me."

"Overstimulation," Bruce said, nodding. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Do you know of any protocols you could run to cut down on the flow of information?" he asked. It made sense, to him: Tony was a programmer, and his brain was now a computer. Ergo, he could program his brain how he wanted.

"I'm... still working on it." Tony grimaced. "It stopped when I passed out, but..." He shrugged. "I'm working on it."

Bruce nodded.

"Take your time," he said. "I'll see about getting everyone to give you space."

"That's... dammit, this shouldn't be necessary," Tony growled, getting up and starting to pace. "I'm a genius, I should be able to make this do what I want."

"Genius or not, humans weren't designed to be computers," Bruce pointed out. "There's bound to be a learning curve."

"And I should have the highest learning curve in the building," Tony pointed out. "I should be doing fine by now."

"You've been asleep for the last several hours," Bruce said. "You should go a little easier on yourself on this one, Tony. You've already achieved one miracle, after all. Save the next for when you need it."

Tony snorted. "We may need the next miracle if I can't program myself soon." Because now there was a rather increased chance of him causing damage on accident.

"Tony, you're the world's best programmer," Bruce said frankly. "I'm fairly sure you have a half-finished program written already just from the last half an hour."

"More like a quarter finished," Tony groused. Because clearly he wasn't going to be satisfied with his own progress until it was done and he was safe-ish to be around.