[Well goody for you, Nat. Because Tony's been having a crappy time since that whole blow-up, despite the whole fact that he's flying around and being reckless right now.
But he does notice the flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and it has him pausing, hitting a sequence of keys on the brand new control pad and coming to a stop in mid-air, repulsors dying down and letting him land on the ground, wheels folding back out.
The look he's giving Natasha, though? Well. She should be glad he didn't get the time to put weapons on the thing]
Kind of my claim to fame. [.......] What the hell do you want?
[Spam]
But he does notice the flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and it has him pausing, hitting a sequence of keys on the brand new control pad and coming to a stop in mid-air, repulsors dying down and letting him land on the ground, wheels folding back out.
The look he's giving Natasha, though? Well. She should be glad he didn't get the time to put weapons on the thing]
Kind of my claim to fame. [.......] What the hell do you want?
[Yup, still pissed.]