While Tony continued to stumble to find his footing, he insisted, "Always." He'd get his feet under him eventually, and everyone's bones needed a good rattling now and then, for the humility. Especially someone who dropped into a pit assuming they'd figure out an extraction plan when it was necessary. Tony stood in the circle of dim light, staring up at the hole above and the swirling dust motes, calculating just how far it was. For when it was necessary.

"Please, I'm a gentleman," he answered like he hadn't just come up short on the rope thing. He could probably use a little power up and still have enough in the tank for a good emergency blast. The faint glow from Tony's metal-clad palm was easy to track in the dark as he raised to toward Bucky, and the distinct whine of it spinning up echoed eerily in the underground as the light intensified. The yellow light threw Bucky's shadow against the wall beyond him, diffused across a snarl of ambitious roots.