[Tony's had a look inside that metal arm. He could practically rebuild parts of it in his sleep. So he doesn't bother trying uselessly to pry the gleaming fingers off his throat. There wouldn't be a point.
He looks around wildly, trying to find an actually viable solution to the problem, before his world abruptly shifts and pain shoots through his body. The engineer blinks and groans, disoriented, realizing he was actually thrown into a wall. Son of a bitch.
But. He's free of that metal grip at least. And Tony Stark is nothing if not an opportunist and a survivor.
He stumbles brokenly to his feet, adrenaline thankfully making him able to ignore the way his body aches, and flees down the hall.]
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He looks around wildly, trying to find an actually viable solution to the problem, before his world abruptly shifts and pain shoots through his body. The engineer blinks and groans, disoriented, realizing he was actually thrown into a wall. Son of a bitch.
But. He's free of that metal grip at least. And Tony Stark is nothing if not an opportunist and a survivor.
He stumbles brokenly to his feet, adrenaline thankfully making him able to ignore the way his body aches, and flees down the hall.]