[Common sense tells you that, when there are rolling blackouts in a place, you either make sure you have a damned generator, or you avoid all possible places where you might get stuck when the electricity fails. This means elevators, security rooms, and apparently the stairwells in the communal housing. Which, honestly until now, Tony had no idea had that kind of lock. In his defence, he had been working more or less nonstop on trying to fix everything, structural damage, power grid damage, people damage, for the last... fuck, he doesn't even know anymore. It has been at least three days, possibly four, since he last focused on anything other than the issue at hand.

All he knows is that he managed to fucking fall asleep at the kitchen table on the communal floor when he needed to be anywhere but there. Tony had gone back to stop the worried look from a few friends and get some more coffee and a change of clothes after his last stint in the tunnels left him smelling a little bit like the horrors that Stephen was surviving off of. It wasn't pleasant.

Apparently, his body decided that after a shower and new clothes, coffee brewing time was prime napping time, because he startles away about forty-five minutes later, curses a blue streak, grabs his coffee and slams into the stairwell like a hurricane. He is barely processing anything beyond the things he has to fix, and who has to be where, when he hears the voice call out from lower in the stairwell.]

Wait, what?

[ The door slamming behind him sounds really fucking ominous and Tony turns on his heel to stare at the door, well what he can see of it because shit, it was dark. Blackout.

Calling down to the voice, Tony sounds horribly amused in a way that is just short of resignation.]

This won't open again if I try, will it? Who the fuck has electronic stairwell doors? Honest to fuck, this place is fucking insane, I cannot even-- fuck.