[ with the combination of the man's physique and self-proclaimed preparedness, tony half expected the battle to be over before it got to him. still, he doesn't hesitate to wade in, shooting the thing as it comes closer. it changed direction before the hit and got an arrow through the leg instead of the heart, something that doesn't seem to deter tony in the least. he barbarically pulls it from the things tissue, a spray of red staining his leather coat with a sickening sound that could be rain on a tarp if you weren't looking.
he rearms himself with the wooden arrow, unconcerned by the scene or what he'll look like rounding back into town. that part he's used to. though he could easily finish the thing off as it goes for his throat, tony throws it off and it smashes back first into steve's shield, its head glancing off the impenetrable surface. two can play this cat-and-mouse game. or cats, as the case may be. ]