The little rocket-powered robot made a sound between a roar and a whistle as it zipped through two buildings and hovered in the air in front of them. It was no bigger than a volleyball, obviously made of the same stuff as Tony's suit, and it even boasted an angular design in red and gold alloys that matched. It didn't have the glow of his chestpiece, obviously, since it was only the size of a man's head, but it did have tell-tale blue lines over the whole thing. A tiny little camera incased in glass took in the people below as it bobbed up and down slightly and then stabilized.
"Somebody say may name?" The speakers in the thing announced. Tony, no question. Even better, a second later the metal ball projected a picture of Tony's face and shoulders in the air, not quite a full hologram, but close. He didn't have a shirt on and he looked a little haggard, but there wasn't anything else to see but the familiar cocky grin. "I'm going to go talk to the green rage-monster. Please hold off on attempting to kill my doctor while I do so."