"...microverse?" Tony said, pausing in the act of pulling the pastry into halves to stare over it at Peter. "Shrinking? Like that bee lady? No."

Normally he'd be into the idea just on principle, because it was crazy and thus fun, or he'd want to know more about what the hell the microverse was, but it didn't seem like it lead... out. It was data, and while he could see that data was useful -- knew, deep down, that there was no fast solution -- he couldn't make himself care about anything that didn't have immediate applications.

He just wanted that fast solution.