"Yeah, well, we put up with you all the time," Iron Man replied coolly, incrementally dropping his lock on Loki. That wasn't fair, the situations were hardly comparable. It would be great if Loki was just peckish. Iron Man's cool was gone in an instant, though, when he felt a tug at his leg and one of those zombies tried to take a bite of his thigh, loosing a tooth or four in the process and dripping old, thick blood down his polished armor. Then another came, and a third close behind it, and Iron Man flailed desperately in the air to shake them off before shooting out of reach with a shiver of disgust. Just because he understood the impulse to make them stop didn't mean he condoned it, and he appreciated Loki's cooperation. This wasn't a window of opportunity to waste. He dropped down into the fray again to grab Problem Child around the waist to pull him out before another zombie made a grab for him, Tony's voice suddenly filling the truck to instruct, "Drive, go!"