About that textbook narcissism… Tony thinks hazily, cautiously leaning back.
“JARVIS?” he calls, eyebrows drawing together. “Tell me you’re in there.”
The suit remains silent, other than the sound of its joints moving. Tony can feel bits of rubble pressing into his arms and there are things falling to pieces around him.
But the suit is right up in his face and Tony doesn’t know whether or not he should be worried.
What he does know, however, is that he probably shouldn’t like it so much.
DEAR. SWEET. JESUS. #NNNNNNNGHHHHHH