On the upside, the plan to flush the cat from the bushes works. On the downside, it means that it comes leaping right for him. But on the second upside, it makes it easier for the Hulk to grab it. A bit of quick math that any idiot could do, and Tony thinks that, all told, it was a good plan. Even if it leaves his heart pounding a little too fast in his chest.

Whipping around, he waits until the Hulk gets its back legs under control before darting in, searching for the most prominent vein he can find in among the fur and struggling wild cat, and plunges the needle in. For all that the animal’s right there, all teeth and claws so close to his face, Tony’s not particularly scared. Not with the Hulk there. He’s practically invincible, so it isn’t like Tony has to worry about him getting hurt.

“Okay, that should do it.” He eyes the cat critically, waiting for the tranquilizer to take effect. “I guess. You okay, buddy? No bites or scratches?”