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WHO: Anyone in or around Stark Industries, and the boss himself
WHERE: The very normal offices of SI, in The City
WHAT: Kind of an SI catchall, come do your business, this can be a mingle. Make a note if you're mingling or actually talking to Tony.
WHEN: Early Super Heroics event
WARNINGS: We abide by the comics code around here! I'll let you know if anything changes. This Tony is 'unaware' of his alcoholism, so tread lightly if that's a concern.

a. Boardroom [Open to anyone who could get on the schedule!]
This was the worst hangover that Tony could remember. Not that he clearly remembered most of them, but this one had to be bad--it had definitely been a long time since he felt so crushingly aware of the weight in his chest, struggling to catch his breath against the indifferent squeeze of the chestplate and around the useless, scarred limits of his lungs. Labouring to sit up left him sweating against the headboard like it was a whole morning jog, hand over the glow of the RT until he remembered how to breathe. The reliable morning cure stirred into his first coffee would fix that bug.

The kitchen was already fragrant with the fresh drip as Tony came shuffling through, ready for him to stare longingly at the filling pot with the waiting bottle of whiskey as he scrolled through the schedule on his phone without really looking at it. Someone had been diligently updating it as the morning ticked on, rearranging early meetings and quietly recording his time as 'R&D' as arranged for all of the times he abruptly left the office out of the sky-high windows. Development, it could be argued, was kind of happening, though the research had been thoroughly covered at this point. When Tony finally had the life-giving cup poured, he topped it with a generous splash of the outrageously expensive rye, then was blearily retrieving a carton of cream to finish it with a dollop, leaving him staring down into the swirl of fading white in the black coffee in bewilderment. He didn't even know he had cream. He watched the colour feather out a moment longer before taking up the mug to gulp carelessly, then the pot as well to bring along with him into the shower. It was about time he made his way to the office.

It was with a paper cup yet that Tony came tearing into the underground parking of the Stark Industries tower, one hand on the wheel and the other juggling his Starbucks and phone as he watched for who to expect on his way through the building. The subtle indicator of the chestplate's power ticked over to a shocking 98%, so he must have had it plugged in at some point last night and couldn't have been making entirely terrible choices. By the time he made it up to the executive suites, he was visibly wired (not the charging kind), impatiently glancing around for the first person he knew he could trust with a quick touch up for these bruises before he let himself into his twenty-minutes-ago meeting.

It was going to be fine. He was the perfectly coiffed and intimidatingly poised face of the company that he was supposed to be as he entered the meeting room with the disarmingly confident grin designed to make someone forget about any tough questions. "My apologies, let me get you a drink." Distracted by how to best duck around the people he knew would engage him in conversation as he made his way up, he had forgotten to check the ever adapting schedule.

b. Cafeteria [Open to employees or visitors!]
"Look out!"

A cat went bolting through the 'tearoom' cafeteria, 24th floor and typically kept muffled quiet behind the clear stretch of glass overlooking the lush botanical lab several stories below, the vines creeping up through the chamber toward the sunlight. The animal galloped silently across the imported carpets and wove deftly around tables and legs, but behind it rushed a much less nimble porter-bot. It upended tables, knocked into people trying to have their break or read through reports over a hot matcha, and stumbled through the deeper pile of the carpet until it was wheeling, thoroughly out of control, into the multi-story sheet of glass. Someone shrieked a warning over the chiming of rolling cutlery, but it wasn't enough to stop the bot from crashing its head into the window. It slumped, with a buzzing groan, to the ground, while a crack crept its way slowly up the glass.

The cat leapt up onto an abandoned seat where a pot of milk had been upended, head tilted slyly as it slowly cleaned a paw. The collar it wore brightened slightly as a cool voice said, "I tried asking nicely."

"They're not designed to be nice," Tony said of the sparking porter-bot as he came to stand over the cat, hands on his hips and frowning. He was out of his jacket by then, sleeves rolled up and knuckles already nicked, but had dutifully exchanged his shoes for slippers as he stepped into the tearoom and the crisis unfolded, despite the croissants now crushed into the carpets.

c. Outside+Presentation Hall [OTA, the doors are wide open]
The eldest of the scientists standing nervously beside their display units throughout the afternoon could have been 11, maybe 12. Most of the work didn't look nearly so juvenile; even the odd volcano experiment was much more than it seemed, and interested parties were solemnly handed protective goggles before they were invited to check the results for themselves. There was plenty of room in the hall and courtyard for the offerings to sprawl, some of them taking advantage of the room with massive tanks of water or winding tracks, most of the students offered the funding to explore their concepts and bring to the Stark Junior Expo unable to complete, or putting the money into more immediate needs. There seemed to be less kids every year. Tony tapped restlessly against his chest as he surveyed the hall from the edge of the stage where he sat, kicking his feet and squinting through his sunglasses out at the sunny yard. He knew most of the people weaving their way through the displays with their tablets, tallying marks for the final awards, but the event organizers tried to invite new faces every year and plenty of them were people Tony hadn't even met yet. Like the gal with the dreadlocks who kept on shooting him shy glances as she rounded an endcap nearest to him, clearly waiting for an introduction and the chance to explain her research on space debris. Or the one that hadn't taken her glasses off all afternoon, either, and had yet to look at her tablet as far as Tony could tell, keeping her face turned away from him as she moved throughout the space so he couldn't quite place her in the manifest.

"Mr. Stark. Hi. Greetings," Dr. Dreadlocks said breathlessly, surprising him out of his contemplation and into smiling warmly.

"Tony, please," he insisted, and missed the nameless judge slipping out of sight and behind the stage.

d. Reception [This is just the wildcard option]
There may be some very noninvasive security recording what you had for dinner last night based on the protein structure of your sweat as you walk through the doors, but the public facing entrance to the Stark Industries building is open, bright and welcoming, all glass and gold with the reassuring sound of a bubbling fountain coming from somewhere out of sight, and fragrant with carefully manicured gardens built into the clean edges. A smiling receptionist is ready to greet you and answer all manner of friendly questions. Much of this hall is open to tourists, some camera flashes already popping nearby, but were you looking for something in particular?

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Was this the place Tony Stark actually worked? Cayde had to admit, it was pretty impressive. Had his name on the building and everything. ...of course it could be any number of Starks but the Exo was willing to bet it had to be his Stark. It was a fine line away from gaudy, toeing it, really, while remaining tasteful. Surely a Stark signature.

Also it hadn't hurt to hit up the internet just to double-check on names. How embarrassing would it be to walk in yelling for one guy and find out you're in the wrong tower?

There seemed to be some kind of deal going on out and about the place, and that made it harder for Cayde not to be distracted as he wandered about the display setups. He was even holding a churro, undoubtedly purchased from some street vendor he'd come across on the way over, working at it slowly and making a mental note on trying to figure out how they got the ridges on these things. Even with people deeply focused on their projects to make sure everything was working perfectly for when they'd have to present it, it was difficult for someone with an obviously metal face and glowing eyes to go amiss, even when he was dressed so casually. There were more than a few stares as he partook of his churro. Was he cosplaying? How was that light going off in his mouth? Did Iron Man get a brother?

He tried waving some of them off, looking around for a better place he could conduct a sweep without being stuck in the middle of people. He thought nothing much of the person who'd slipped past the stage as his glowing optics alighted upon the thing in dangerous consideration. No, he was trying to be subtle here.

The very thought made him laugh.

A lady doing her best to sneak backstage might have been easy to miss, but whatever that was laughing with a churro was not. In the middle of the anxious scientist explaining her team's hyper specific area of study, Tony interrupted her with a very articulate, "Uh..." making her go, "...uh...?" back until he slowly looked over her shoulder to try to see what he was looking at.

"Did one of the kids make that?" she asked, knowing very well that should would have noticed a bipedal, eating robot among the displays by now, and also that no one would have put a hoodie on it.

Tony slid off of the edge of the stage, straightening his jacket daintily before offering enveloping the scientist's hand in both of his to excuse himself, "I doubt it." She still followed curiously as he strolled incredibly casually toward the anomaly, hands tucked in his pockets and slowly tipping his chin down to examine the lights over the frame of his sunglasses, until he had made it quite close to what he had to guess was some kind of synthezoid and did not hide his curious lean over and tilt of his head like he was trying to look up the metal man's nose. Behind him, the space scientist snapped a picture.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tony purred as though this approach hadn't been incredibly conspicuous.

That made his job a whole lot easier, although he was a little disappointed not to actually go through with hopping up on stage to shout embarrassing things to get Tony to show. Of course, when the man had such gall as to unabashedly stare at him like nobody's business, then maybe that wouldn't have worked out as Cayde might have planned it to.

So instead, he played it off as though this had been his plan the entire time. Nailed it.

"Oh hey! Just the man I was looking for. Eh, I guess it's all right." He snapped his fingers. "Know what would make it better? Food booths. And confetti cannons. Anyway, you done here?"

Tony was just sitting at the edge of the stage, he wasn't particularly difficult to get to, so maybe this AI was not as advanced as it first presented if it was having difficulty recognizing him. Or maybe that was what they were going to say to anyone who approached. Tony had straightened, elbows tucked back tightly, eyebrows slowly climbing up as the metal man talked and he could watch the complex shift of the planes of the face create such an elaborate series of emotions, then stepped incrementally closer like he might stick his nose directly into the robot's mouth.

"We'll take it under advisement," he muttered absently, eyes darting then as he searched for possible armament and quickly grew more wary of those loose clothes that had already seemed like an incongruous detail. More coldly, he replied, "That depends on what my choices are." If 'done' was some kind of threat that this being was delivering, Tony would rather it didn't play out in the middle of the presentation area.

"Hey- could you- ever hear about personal space?" Cayde's facial plates shifted into something of a scowl as he reached out with a not-as-sugar-coated as though to push back Tony by the face.

He mistook the man's sudden scrutiny as judgment for his current attire, holding his arms out then to show off his amazing chicken-print sweatshirt. At least he thought it was fun. He however did not miss that sudden drop in tone. Internally he felt a chill like a gust of wind straight from Europa had blown right down his spine.

"Welllll, this churro thing's pretty good, but there's a ramen place down on Chestnut that I have on good authority is excellent," he replied almost glibly.

The gesture only deterred Tony slightly, making him tilt his head so the hand wasn't directly in his line of sight to continue to watch the advanced construct...emote. It didn't seem particularly threatening, though that mostly meant that Tony was only slightly less on edge about what might happen to the kids trying to show off their research. That didn't mean it wasn't some kind of ploy to intrigue Tony enough to invite it into the labs; that sounded like something that Sunset would do, and she might be capable of producing something like this. She would try showing off her new dress to get Tony's attention, too.

This left him looking very suspicious still when he accepted, "Great, it's a date." He didn't exactly want to encourage the robot to stick around, for both the security of Expo and anything it might be interested in within the Stark walls, until he figured out what it wanted with him. "Do I get to decide when, or is this all on your schedule?"

Cayde messily tore off a bite of churro with a brief spray of sugar and cinnamon as he pointedly ignored the openly suspicious look. He dusted off his mouth with a sleeve before shaking it out. Tony's response made him laugh in spite of things.

"My schedule's wide open and looks to me you're the busy one here, so when's good for you?" he asked, pausing to glance over at a few people who had come over to stare a bit. He scowled and shooed them away with his half-eaten churro, sugar and cinnamon sprinkling in its wake.

"Uh..." Tony tried to focus, recoiling slightly in the spray of sugar and once again entranced by the construct actually appearing to eat. Either way, whether Tony tried to put him off or not, it wasn't like the robot would be walking out of here without Tony on his tail to find out where he would go next with all of that free time on his hands. It looked like someone else was going to have to present these kids with their awards.

"Let me...get my coat," he eventually said when it was clear he wasn't going to figure out where that churro went by just staring, and started to back away, hands up like he was telling a dog to stay and completely unconvinced the robot wouldn't find something else strange to do while Tony retrieved his briefcase.

"Is that like, a code for something?" Cayde cocked his head at Tony, metal brow lifting, but he shrugged and watched him warily step away. So far by his book, things were going well. ...Okay, so not as 'well' as could be; ideally Tony wouldn't be eyeballing him like some metal oddity or worse, the way he eyeballed him the first time they'd met. This was fine. He'd just take some convincing.

Maybe it was a little late to reconsider the value of pre-planning.

Inevitably he wandered from his spot, deciding to nose around at the projects. He decided to even indulge a few kids posing for pictures with them.

It wasn't supposed to take long for Tony to collect his briefcase from backstage and have Iron Man on hand for when this strange robot thing went off the rails, but Tony's quick duck away turned slowly from a reprieve to excruciatingly long minutes for 'getting his coat'. When he did reappear, it wasn't with a coat or the briefcase, and with a new busted lip and friend that was dragging him by the neck across the stage to tap impatiently on the microphone that had been so tempting to Cayde. It was going around.

"Your attention please," Tony's new friend announced blithely, slightly muffled behind her mask. "The prize money has been claimed, so you might as well go home. Now, where is Iron Man?" Tony made a valiant attempt to wrench himself out of her hold, but she squeezed her elbow more tightly around his neck with the sharpness of a dog trainer while the crowd in the presentation hall slowly gathered what might have been going on and started breaking out in small, panicked groups toward the exits.

"Uh..."

Seems that particular reaction was going around too. Cayde glanced over towards the stage with a double-take. Obviously this wasn't part of the show. The question asked seemed a little silly to him considering just who the masked one currently had in a headlock, but he vaguely remembered something about secrets and such. Well then.

"He's on a ramen break," the Exo called out, dusting off his sugary hands before he planted them on the edge of the stage and vaulted on up. Took a moment to appreciate the feeling, except most of what would have been an audience was making a break for it. He instead turned to Tony and his handler.

"So is this like a hold up or something? That's what it's called, right?"

It was clear in that moment to Tony that this robot was a deliberate distraction, only the woman who was holding him took a step back from the confrontation in confusion, dragging Tony along with her carelessly as she worked up, "Are you another one...?"

Okay, so maybe they weren't working together and they were all making terrible assumptions. The aesthetic was so obviously incorrect to Tony that he frowned his offence and tried to point out, "You think every metal--?!" before she was cutting him off again with another impatient squeeze around his throat. This was not to be an ongoing discussion. With her free hand, she effortlessly lifted the heavy podium, ripping up tape and wires from the sound system with a ear-splitting feedback screech, and hurled it at the metal distraction.

"Hey, just because I look like a robot-" Cayde had started to object, simultaneously as Tony did so, only he didn't have someone cutting him off with an arm around the neck. He brought his hands up as though signaling alone would coax the woman to quit throttling his friend. Which, at the back of his mind he had to consider seemed like such a simple gesture shouldn't be doing that quite so well. "-okay, so I am a robot, but that's not the point I'm trying to- WHOA!"

So that explained the whole arm thing. The Exo yelped and threw himself to the side as the podium went flying past him. "Okay, not cool! What's this place got against me that I'm consistently having to dodge heavy objects?!"

In the next moment he ducked into a dash for the pair. Clearly when the lady was capable of treating podiums like light lifting, having her so clingy to squishy humans was not a good option. His hand was grasping at his side for a gun he was soon enough reminded was not there, which left him cursing even as he aborted...whatever he'd planned to do in favor of trying to tackle the immediate threat.

This plan did not appeal to Tony in the least, who scrambled with his hands braced blindly on his captor to try to pop his head free of her crushing hold before it was sandwiched in this brutal tackle. On the other hand, the woman, who also seemed to fully understand what was coming at her, braced herself with a triumphant laugh that made Tony's eyes roll in confusion until she caught the charging construct by the collar, and was using Tony as a ballast as she swung them all around like she was readying to throw the robot like a shot put. Her lead foot went crunching into the floorboards of the stage as she flung the Exo out into the hall, her hold on Tony easing enough to give herself the balance but also let him fall backward out of her crushing elbow. Tony landed heavily on his ass, but she was already running with another laugh to launch herself off of the edge of the stage and into the swath of destruction she had carved through some very bright kids' presentation areas. "Is that all you have to offer, Iron Man?" she taunted gleefully. "I really hoped I finally found a fair fight!"

"Are you kidding me?" Tony complained, not sure if this was the best time to be defensive of his IP but feeling defensive nonetheless. Would it be more or less annoying if the strange robot had already lost this fight? Tony went scrambling to the wings of the stage again, not waiting for the strong lady to find out for him before he got his hands properly on his briefcase.

That...was definitely not part of the plan.

"Ulp?" Cayde found himself saying as his momentum was suddenly halted, right before thing started spinning around again. "Wow lady! What kind of vitamins are you takiiiii-"

He couldn't see what he was crashing into but he had a very bad feeling there would be a lot of teary eyed and very upset kids once this was over. Not that crashing through several displays didn't hurt or anything. "Ugh..." he groaned as he sat himself up dazedly from a pile of shattered glass and bits of broken tables. It took him a moment before he realized the woman was addressing him...not to mention already heading this way.

"Wait, I'm not-!" he started, quickly abandoning any attempt to explain in favor of scrambling to his feet. On the upside Tony was no longer being held by her, so that was something, right? He reached down to grab a chunk of table that still had part of its folding leg attached to it, hurling it at the incoming crazy woman before he took an enormous leap over her head to get clear of her path.

The table did seem to startled her, leaving her standing in the crushed remains of a project and holding the piece of table that had caught her in the face. It bent and cracked under her frustrated fists as she growled and glared up at Cayde, tracking his leap and doing another spinning throw of the table that he had gifted her with into his path. "Come here and fight!" she demanded, snarling through a smile.

Backstage, with the helmet on, Tony could see the security protocols all lit up across the compound, the headcounts and successfully sealed areas and the ETA of emergency services already inbound. He didn't think the firefighters were going to have much luck against Wrestlemania out there. It took him a few fumbling tries, trying to process this, walk, and hop his way into his boots as he went, but it was Iron Man that came sliding back out of the wings of the stage as the woman let out another gleeful cackle and was throwing a full, glass tank of what looked to be a thriving ecosystem at the robot.

The table caught him the moment he'd touched down on the ground again. Against an Exo frame it didn't have much of a chance, it's sad leg swinging clear off its hinges one way as the rest of it went another. "OW!" Cayde still exclaimed, because he did not appreciate getting furniture thrown at him in the least.

As much as he'd love to try salvaging some kid's science project there was just no way he'd be prepared for an entire tank, which was exactly what he found flying for him next. "Oh my g-are you insane?!" he sputtered, optics going wide. He found himself attempting to catch the thing rather than dodge it, some irrational but sentimental part of him wanting to salvage something of all the hard work some kiddies had put into all this. And all at once his thoughts were a complete 180 as he wondered what would it matter if this all wasn't real to begin with- but by then he'd had a full tank slamming against him as he tried his best to cradle it, feet skidding slightly before he leaned forward to try easing the tank down as careful as he could. All this not real was still banging him up pretty bad and he wasn't all that happy about it.

He felt a familiar warmth in his hand as his fingers curled into a fist, golden flames wrapping around him like an old friend. He grinned, and then jumped into the air again, twisting around as knives of fire formed from between each curled finger, and he hurled them with precision at the cackling madwoman.

She clearly did not expect this after the brawling they had been doing, making her squeak in surprise and look not nearly so thrilled as she threw her arms up over her face to catch the brunt of the knives. She really was not prepared then to be crashed into from the side like she had just been hit by a bullet train, throwing her down a polished aisle as Iron Man drew up and his metal boots screeched across the stonework to skid to a halt, the knives he had intercepted three blooming, black scorch marks marring his lurid red side.

"Not very heavy, is she?" he directed with some surprise at the metal man, clearly as surprised as his adversary at how far he had managed to shove her after all of the lifting she had proven capable of.

"No, not at all," Cayde responded mostly automatically, which was the easiest thing for him to do as he was still mentally shoving puzzle pieces into place that seemed slightly unmatched for the spaces they were supposed to fill. But there was no mistaking the voice, even if he'd had any lingering doubts.

The flames had dissipated from him once he'd landed, but he found himself looking towards his hand curiously. He could still use the Light? Or something of it, it seemed... Flexing his fingers, he started over by Iron Man, wincing a little at the scorch marks. "Er, sorry about the paint job, chief."

He glanced down the aisle after where the woman had been practically launched. "So what's she got against you?"

Iron Man shifted to try to get a better look at the marks that he passed a hand over, and started to shrug, definitely not the worst thing that had happened to him and vastly preferable to whatever that weapon was capable of doing to skin like the robot had intended. Tony might not have been a huge fan of this performance, but he wasn't about to have her sliced and seared for that lunch date, either. He didn't get the time to explain his boundaries, though, only starting, "Never seen her--" before her now grating cackle was filling the air once more and something pinged off of his helmet. It felt and sounded like a ball bearing, but hit hard enough to knock his head to the side and stagger him in surprise before several more were bouncing off of both of them.

Down the aisle, the woman had found a box and raised her mask enough to take in mouthfuls of the metal balls some kid had thought were just for their research project and had not intended them to be spit-covered projectiles.

Oh now what?! Cayde lifted an arm as he caught a glimpse of something shiny out of the corner of his eye. He ducked his head, raising up his other arm as he glanced over at the listing Iron Man.

"What is- eyew! Is she spitting those at us?!" He felt one ping off his forehead, hoping the things weren't leaving any marks. Looking around, he grabbed Iron Man to haul behind one of the overturned tables, nudging it into a better covering position. He had his right hand cocked like a gun without even realizing it. The feeling was still there, and he tried to focus it into something tighter, even if he still thought it was a longshot. But his hand was glowing and he was not about to wait for the spitballs to run out- he didn't have that kind of patience.

He rose around the makeshift cover and took aim, hoping he didn't get an eye put out for this, but his hands were poised, and even if he didn't have an actual gun the rest of him knew what to do, his aim was still sharp and the golden shots that blazed from his finger tip were short but effective bursts that intercepted several of the balls flying their way. His next shot was at whatever container had held the improvised ammunition, and the next aim was towards her feet to stave off further projectiles.

Getting pelted with mouth-bullets and being dragged around by the invading robot were about equally annoying to Iron Man, but he didn't have much control over either and did appreciate the cover despite grumbling. Kneeling behind the table, he could only listen for their attacker, trying to place her in the myriad of security cameras around the space at the edge of his vision while he watched the robot start to...glow. "Hey, woah--" Iron Man tried to intervene, but the robot was already up and firing, and Iron Man was left to bounce up after him to watch over his shoulder, hands on either one and leaning against his back like Iron Man might drag him back down behind the table. Shooting the box wasn't a terrible idea, though, spilling the tiny balls across the floor and making the woman snarl in frustration as she danced back away from the shimmering mess. She was hard to hear over the metallic rain, but Tony would bet a few cars on her goading them into a fight again.

"We've got to get her under control before the police arrive," Iron Man said, hoping the robot gathered the important beats--not kill, subdue, and help was on the way--before leaping up in a short burst of his jets that looked a lot like the jump Cayde had made before. He arced over the woman's head to land heavily behind her, effectively flanking her and leaving her half twisted toward him, attention divided. With Iron Man's hands up and palms glowing, the threatening whine of their charge filling the air, she was left unprepared for the unexpectedly shove of the gentle repulsor nudge that sent her slipping in the mess of ball bearings across the floor until she was splayed on her back among them.

He got the message loud and clear, what between Iron Man's intervention here and Sundance's playback of their discussion back on Coruscant. If Iron Man had ever seen his actual Golden Gun in action then he probably would have panicked a lot more. You didn't usually whip out the Solar fire for intercepting ball-bearings.

Cayde gave him a curt nod, remaining where he was even if he still felt a little silly just holding his hands like some kid would playing at shooting, but the flames had already died away. He edged around the table as Iron Man moved to block her off, and once she was brought to the ground, Cayde moved in to try pinning her down by her arms. Given how easily she'd flung things (including him!) he wasn't sure how much strength she actually had but at least he was better prepared.

"O-kay, I think that's enough, ma'am."

"Ma'am?" She didn't seem to like that much, and Iron Man made a largely inscrutable sound that was Tony sucking air through his teeth, hands still raised but lowered then to his hips where he gave a tiny wave of discouragement as though their frustrated opponent wasn't as perfectly angled as Cayde to see it. She roared and didn't bother trying to brute her way out of Cayde's hold, but rocked her hips up to grab Cayde around the ears with her thighs to suplex him over her head.

"Oh, woah, okay!" Iron Man blurted, catching the robot by the legs before he could slam into the ground or be a blunt weapon, and trying to drag him out of range of any more weaponized thigh deployment.

Cayde had clearly not been any recent tussles like this, or maybe he would have anticipated the potential threat a bit better. Then again, probably not- this was a rather strange situation to be in and he'd swear his processes had a hiccup as all he saw were legs swinging up before his head was pinned like a vice, muffling whatever choice words he had to impart. Gravity lurched around him but he didn't have to guess at what the plan was next, preparing himself as best he could for the inevitable encounter with the ground.

Getting unexpectedly suspended from that outcome was even more disorienting than the setup, not that the Exo wasn't thankful for it as he found his flailing legs getting grabbed and the rest of him getting tugged free. Of course that meant he was still hitting the floor either way, but his metal head could take that much as he found himself being dragged back. This wasn't a comfortable situation to be in, not when the crazy strong woman was once again free and he was flat on his back. He waved his hands at Iron Man, some harried gesture that he hoped translated to 'lemmee go, lemmee go!' so he could roll onto his stomach and back on his feet before someone tried smashing his face in or something.

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