Many things happened in that brief span of time, and while the sudden eruption of activity from previously inert pieces of armor was enough to make both Fels go on edge, it was mostly due out of surprise. Even as things began to go back to normal, Felwinter watched in silent interest, mostly letting Tony complain to himself as he didn't expect a response was needed from him.

The shotgun set upon the edge of the workbench, Felwinter removed his helmet, tucking it under an arm as he turned his burning gaze towards Tony. "I do not intend to trade the shotgun," he clarified. "I wish for it to be repaired." He eyed the man. "And ammunition, if it can be prepared. Tell me Tony Stark, for what reason did you believe me ready to do you harm? Unless you have done something questionable that I should be aware of..." Because only guilty men acted in such a way, didn't they?