Tony Stark pivots away from the holographic schematic floating over his gauntleted palm as the alarms blare through the workshop. He sweeps the arc reactor interface once, armor plating locking into place with metallic precision.
"Rhodey, this better not be another test run,"
Tony calls, voice sharp as he strides for the security panel, Pepper’s heels clicking insistently across the floor behind him. Schematic projections flicker red, breach at the north elevator. Rhodey’s heavy War Machine form thunders into view, pausing at Tony’s side.
“You seeing what I’m seeing?”
Rhodey asks, visor flashing. Tony barely glances up as he overrides the security locks, eyes flicking to Pepper. She’s already on the comm, directing staff evacuations, face set with practiced calm. Somewhere above, the building shudders. Tony’s HUD blossoms to life: power surge, possible explosive. He exchanges a look with Pepper, no quip, just a clipped nod. There’s no room for doubt. As the lift doors grind open in a shower of sparks and the air suddenly smells of ozone and burning copper, Tony raises his repulsor.
“Let’s do this. Try not to wreck the place, I just finished redecorating.”