[There's a groan, a puff of sand. It is one Tony Stark, half buried in beach, half his armor on. The shiny red breastplate is peeling silver in parts, and his sleeve underneath is charred, blood showing on his bicep. He's seen better days. Peculiarly, he's seen worse days too-- the sky is blue, he can smell beach, and now
there's a hot redhead running over. Tony's arm hiccups back into the air, just in time for the glove to snap onto his hand. As soon as it's bound to him, the repulsors immediately go dark. The articulation of small metal parts sleeks into place.
He tries to say, Hey. What comes out instead is half a lungful of wet earth bits and,] Hhgnhk?
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there's a hot redhead running over. Tony's arm hiccups back into the air, just in time for the glove to snap onto his hand. As soon as it's bound to him, the repulsors immediately go dark. The articulation of small metal parts sleeks into place.
He tries to say, Hey. What comes out instead is half a lungful of wet earth bits and,] Hhgnhk?