Yes, the Iron Man, [janus says, vaguely. which is strange for them: they aren't normally a vague sort of person. normally, they're very precise, and knowledgeable, decisive, and painfully blunt. but right now, the same bizarre fog in thom's head is swimming around in janus' too. the Iron man. they hadn't had time to actually read any of the newspapers they'd glimpsed, but for some reason, random facts start to emerge in their head.

playboy millionaire... does tony stark collect impressionable young men for do-gooder deeds? not yet, actually. janus doesn't know.] No, [they say, after a moment.] I'm not a hero.

[it feels true. but they still stick their bloody arms under the woman's unconscious body, and lift her off the asphalt. she's light in their grip, but she's getting a little heavier by the moment— unbeknownst to janus, because their supernatural strength is deserting them, bit by bit. replaced with a mundane human physique. it would be singularly terrifying, if they actually knew that was what was happening— but it's the trick of unreality, that you don't know.] But I'll save her. I have to get out of here, anyway. Will you stay for them, Thom?