[ It was fast, when it happened, and he's pretty sure a bomb went off below then - the bank robbers, getting into the city underground - they'd never find them in time. Tony has the boots, the lighter pieces of the torso (no shielding, just there to link other armaments together) and a gauntlet. He can fly, a little, not much, so he's walking. Scanning for her, because he doesn't know how they got lost but he's terrified and full of nerves. How could he have lost his empath in a situation like this. How could he? But he's not talking; he's not asking other people if they know where this one random girl is, he's just looking for her... feeling. Her seity. It's so hard to find anything in all this noise, augh, these people, overwhelming him, too much sound, too much, and someone else, probably Natasha, who is receptive and can be helpful but only on her own terms, and those terms? Are blunt.
But he's been pushed into an alley to calm down, it's quieter here, and it only takes a few seconds to straighten back up, ready to keep looking, so he starts, turning to find Natasha and see if she wants to help, but ---
Oh, there she is. Right there. She's been right there. The kind of smile that comes from relief, a goofy, relieved smile, hits his faces and shines to hers.
He wastes little time, scrabbling over to her. ] Hey, found you first. You okay? What's this bleeding?
ahhhhhhhh it's so perfect ;;
But he's been pushed into an alley to calm down, it's quieter here, and it only takes a few seconds to straighten back up, ready to keep looking, so he starts, turning to find Natasha and see if she wants to help, but ---
Oh, there she is. Right there. She's been right there. The kind of smile that comes from relief, a goofy, relieved smile, hits his faces and shines to hers.
He wastes little time, scrabbling over to her. ] Hey, found you first. You okay? What's this bleeding?