There is a tiny voice in Tony's mind that tells him that, as much as those kids seem to know what they are doing, they probably shouldn't have let the go off on their own. Some kind of weird, lingering parental instinct that Tony really would like to know the reason he possessed since him and kids? Not the greatest combination. Whatever, as long as they got the job don't and didn't die...

Tony would feel guilty as all hell if they came back hurt.

Flashing a grin to McCoy, Tony flips down the helmet of his suit with a wink. "Aww, grumpy cat, you know me so well already. I'm touched."

The sound of mechanical laughter echoes slightly in the chamber before there is the high whining sound of the repulsors gearing up. Tony doesn't take long to get in front of McCoy. "Think that, considering I'm wearing the armour, best if I play bait, mmm. I mean, unless you really want me to play doctor for you, but gotta say, I am so not that kind of doctor."