Tony wasn't sure if he was happy or upset with being thrown back into the dead world. The City had been modern. Current. Extremely comfortable, especially after being trapped here for a while.
But he did NOT like being around another version of himself, and after being bailed out of jail had avoided him like the plague, instead living it up in the nightlife of the other world.
Now that he was back here he was disappointed and aggravated, but relieved to be back with his suit, and now he'd found himself with some supplies from the City that were very welcome. Good alcohol, some of the better and more finessed tools from his laboratory, and a supply of clothes from his own closet. They were all definitely making being here a lot better.
The only thing he really lamented loosing out of everything was Annie. She hadn't returned with him, and he could only assume that the City he'd been taken to was the one she'd mentioned being from. And maybe it had kept her there. Well, the company would be missed, but Tony wasn't one to dwell. Besides, she was a little gearhead. It was better that she be in a world that could nuture her potential. And his other self would undoubtedly find and employ her. Or she would find him and then he would employ her.
After a few days of intense work; and one of the bottles of good bourbon he'd otherwise decided to savor, Tony had finished the upgrades and finishing touches to the Iron Man suit. He'd focused on the mechanisms to get himself in and out of the suit with much more ease, since he no longer had assembly line machines built to take it off him. He'd also added in an additional scanner set and replenished the rocket supply. He also worked on m
Then it was ready for a confirmation run. Tony loaded himself into his suit, pleased when it adapted to his body the way it was supposed to. He left the apartment building out of the roof access, looking at the world through the eyes of his greatest creation.
He took off to run a pass over the woods, absently muttering notes about the suits performance to himself. Jarvis wasn't there to hear him, but it helped him to remember nonetheless. After making an initial pass the inventor noted a group of large rodent creatures mulling out a bit close to one of the gates.
"Great. We've been reduced to Loiter patrol," he rolled his eyes. The suit would probably be agreeing with him. He wondered what it would addspecifically, since it always seemed to have an opinion or two to share with Annie back when she could speak for it. "Well, let's go in."
He swooped in, using the propoltion technology to blast apart a rock near the creatures, sending them scurrying. One turned like it was ready to fight, but Iron Man slammed into the ground, throwing all of his weight into a punch that killed the thing outright, then landing on one knee. The rest of the small pack seemed to take a cue from the sight and disappeared, and Tony stood, looking down at the thing.
"So. Dinner, or roadkill?" he wondered, analyzing the body with his scanners and then sliding back the faceplate of his helmet as he knelt by the creature, giving its still body a contemplative poke with one finger. "They really need to make a survival manual for this place."