The journey up the stairs was much less physically painful, but drawing it out to try to keep quiet meant every step felt like a winch on Tony's chest until it was painfully tight as he finally stood in the faint pool of moonlight. He could hear the beat of wings still, and the distant screeching of hungry animals, all out of sight, and searching around where they had come from. At least, Tony hoped, because he was gesturing for Donnie inquisitively, pointing deeper into the building, where there might have been another exit. With a tap on his own chest, he pointed back toward the door that had come through.