That should do nicely, Iron Man managed to think while his systems all flashed insistent of imminent death. Something about O2 levels and the vertical plane that people who didn't teleport were so fond of. He only almost swayed.
"Nothing we can't handle," he assured Nightcrawler, distracted and frowning at the chaotic systems, finally tiring at "Pressurizing, 1.27 seconds" and just shutting down. "I wouldn't ask this of you if I wasn't under such a time constraint," he said, his voice now a strange hollow echo trapped in the mask rather than the mechanical projection. "I need to infiltrate Genosha."