[Fuck. It's enough to make Tony just close his eyes for a long moment, trying to keep himself under control. Before he realizes that just sitting there taking deep breaths inside a collapsed building probably isn't going to do great things for already damaged lungs, and he makes himself finish shoving the plaster off to to a quick internal inventory.
Nothing feels broken, and thank god for that. Bruised yes, but Tony's used to bruises. Those, he can ignore. He still lets out a low groan as he climbs unsteadily to his feet. Like he needs any more reminders that he's getting old.]
Think I'll live.
[His tone is clipped in a way Tony hasn't been with him in a while, but he's nowhere near ready to process everything spinning through his head at the moment. Let him focus on the task at hand, instead. He's good at that.
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Nothing feels broken, and thank god for that. Bruised yes, but Tony's used to bruises. Those, he can ignore. He still lets out a low groan as he climbs unsteadily to his feet. Like he needs any more reminders that he's getting old.]
Think I'll live.
[His tone is clipped in a way Tony hasn't been with him in a while, but he's nowhere near ready to process everything spinning through his head at the moment. Let him focus on the task at hand, instead. He's good at that.
Which is why he makes himself ask,] You?