I wanted you to know my pain. That I inflicted on myself.
In a discordant tintinnabulation of glass shards and concrete pebbles showering to the ground, Iron Man picked himself up off the floor where he had bounced and skidded and eventually came to rest with a spark of exposed wire and a groan. That wasn't a particularly elegant entrance. On his feet, the boldest of the lab technicians looked on as Iron Man shook himself off in a spray of dust, still leaving himself in a thin coat tarnishing his gleaming suit. Great. He passed a hand down his chest, trying to wipe it off, but quickly giving up. Finally, he looked up, startling his audience back a few inches out of self-preservation, and announced helpfully, "I'm all right." Hey, didn't he know this place?
Slowly making her way to his rescue through his deadly path of destruction was Sue to clear up any lingering mental fogginess from the impact, and Iron Man shrugged his shoulders straighter and attempted to look respectable. "I'll pay for that," he promised, gesturing vaguely to the great big hole in her lab. It was kind of impressive. More dust was shaken from the ragged edges and glass fell from tenuous holds as the ground rumbled, sending a shiver up the whole building. "Giant guy," Iron Man finally explained, jerking a thumb towards his entrance.