He really didn't like being snatched away from where he'd been frantically working on the Iron Man armor...particularly when it was to somewhere that didn't have anything metal. At least nothing that glinted off the faint sun, for as far as he could see without turning.
Crap. Not good. He watched the video, oddly detached from it, much more concerned with the surroundings than what he needed to do.
Turning, he glanced over the other people he'd been dumped with. "Bruce!" he couldn't help but say gleefully. "We've got to stop meeting like this. Alright," he added to the group in general, "Hands up in you've built a suit of armor under dire circumstances before." He raised his own hand. "Granted, last time I had metal," he couldn't help but grumble. He glanced down, then tapped the arc reactor. "I've got this for power. I die if I remove it, or at least odds are, but I've been in odder places than being ducttaped to the center of cardboard armor...believe it or not."