Jon can only stare as the shelf falls, his verbal reaction a soundless curse and then they are trapped under a heavy shelf. He can hear the animal’s frantic scrambling above them, but his attention is on Tony and making sure he’s okay.

“Tony, why did- Jesus. That-“ Between his muttering the almost cartoonish plop of the tongue being removed from the man’s shoulder seems deafeningly loud. It’s followed by the realization that his own hands are now stuck to the creature’s tongue and just a moment later Jon finds his arms and hands jerked up and over his head as the animal tries to get its tongue back. “Ack!! W-wait! Tony! Hold me!”

What follows is another sudden pull, a tearing noise and the removal of the stickiest plaster in existence. In fact, sticky enough to take some skin along with it.