Juno Steel.

[ he eyeballs his outstretched arms, his own folded a little as he tries to make a choice quick. ]

And I'll have the one with the least turbulence, minor collateral damage via barf, and a view that doesn't include staring death in the face. So princess it is, uh--Tony. We'll go with Tony.

[ boy. that's a name. iron man. it's not one he knows, we're not fourth walling here, but that's a silly ass name. then again, juno's kind of been turned off superheroes for a long time so maybe that's it, it just reminds him of those stupid comics from when he was a kid. that and no one's name is ever going to beat "andromeda the chainmail warrior" so you didn't stand a chance to begin with. but anyways. not everyone can be cool like andromeda.

name aside, he's being offered a ride, which is nice considering every bone in his body still feels a little tender from... whatever the hell that was and while he might refuse under normal circumstances, these aren't normal. so he'll just take it. and try not to vomit.

heights are the fucking worst. ]