[See Tony. See Tony with a gun he'd nicked from some drunken hobo in exchange for his watch. See Tony slamming down his communicator on a table and holding said gun up with a rather casual air as he looks around and-]

... Sweet mother of all that's technological and holy-

[He's mumbling, his entire body going slack as an awed and almost teary-eyed expression comes over his face. Because the room he'd found himself in? Yeah. It's the back warehouse of Gotham's version of best-buy. Picked clean of the more expensive things, and most everything else is broken and looted but it's still technology and metal and gears and dear baby Jesus is that a computer?]

Oh, baby, I'm in love. I don't give a crap- I'm in love. [And then he's picking up the communicator and just kind of excitedly showing everyone his goddamn beautiful haul.] If I disappear for the next few days, this is where I am. In robotics heaven.

[He does pause, though, as he turns a corner and finds what seems to be some shelving units that haven't been installed, and he makes a thoughtful noise under his breath.] ... Yeah, this could work.

Hey. [He taps the microphone, obnoxiously] Anyone out there with an inch of sanity and a blow torch? I kind of need one.


[ooc: and so begins Tony staying up for two days straight and barricading himself in his brand new workshop! He'll be emerging with some pretty half-assed helper bots (he has their coding memorized, knows how they go together, could do it in his sleep, he's just been missing the tech he needed to make them) and after that three days of constant work and maybe an hour of sleep? He'll be emerging in a crude, not-so-indestructible Iron Man suit. Because if he can build one in a cave in Afghanistan under constant torture and surveillance? He can sure has hell make one in a run-down electronics store with minimal distractions.

Of course, most of this will no-doubt be destroyed in villain battles and he'll mourn his bots for weeks, but hey. When Tony Stark is left alone and with tech? He builds.]