[Asgardian, is the fuck. Tony's tongue still tastes gritty, but it doesn't bother him too much; the current circumstances are a vast improvement on being squished facedown by a little jet. Even if this woman is Hammer Tech, and he doesn't think she is; her gear looks too good, and she seems to be quite earnest talking about the Systems Alliance and 'Spectre.'

She doesn't have a boss. That makes the two of them.

And now he is being princess carried out of the beach. Jarred against her armored chest, it occurs to him only now that having sand inside his clothing is a tad uncomfortable.] You underestimate my ego, [he says.] I'm human too. Fancy meeting a fellow homo sapiens here, marooned on a beach paradise after I think my world ended. Do I have a concussion, or is there a tiny person with wings on your shoulder right now?

[He has a mild concussion, but also, there is definitely a tiny person with wings on her shoulder right now, fiddling with the red curls of her hair.]