"Sir, I don't mean to intrude, but there is a high priority Avengers alert in desperate need of your attention." The lights in the garage all pulsed a threatening red, saturating the whole space in the menacing crimson and making Tony's eyelids flutter. All of the screens of his console, too, prioritized the warning, listing details as they became available as coordinates, estimated populations and material damage. It took JARVIS prodding with a more firm, "Sir," to get him to sit up wildly from where he had just rested his head on his desk for a second, and immediately regret it with a muscle pulled in his back and cold coffee spilled across his lap. "This is not a nightmare," JARVIS clarified helpfully as Tony peered around in bleary confusing, massaging his back with one hand and scrubbing at his eye with the other. "I suggest departing immediately," JARVIS went on, not touchy per se, but Tony felt he could hear the tone in the generated voice.
"Yup," Tony rasped, stumbling out of his desk chair with legs that were still asleep. He didn't need to be awake to activate the Iron Man, though, and he was still yawning and stretching as the metal poured from the ports in his skin and enveloped him. The HUD began processing before it had completely formed, broken codes knitting together and slowly bringing Tony up to speed on the situation, but even as he began jogging for the launch ramp he still didn't quite understand. A tsunami? A riot? It was only when the strange announcement had been captioned as a block of text on his screen that Tony really understood what he was flying into. It was way too early for this.
The Atlantean that stood triumphantly over Danny, ready to fire on him and put him out of their misery, was abruptly knocked off his feet. Some of the others in the tight rabble had already looked up at the sound of the deep boom that had echoed even over the sound of the churning water and were off guard when several of them were sent sprawling and Iron Man came skidding to a halt in front of Iron Fist, his the knees of his armored suit looking battered and red hot like he had just sparked across the pavement. He didn't wait for the army to pull up their pants and retaliate, but roughly grabbed Danny and shoved off up into the air with him clamped against his chest where he could get a quick read of Danny's heart rate. "Sorry I'm late," Iron Man apologized maybe a little too evenly, letting the suit neutralize any emotion. "Breakfast later?" he offered, but that was the second that Iron Fist's vitals had evened out and Iron Man suddenly dropped him, ready, back into the fight.