"Sweetheart, we can get this old thing to do anything you need it to," Tony invited, holding back the smirk from his self-deprecation until he had swiftly sidled behind her. The blade was molding back into the smooth gauntlet of the Iron Man and part of Tony's brain was dedicated to sourcing satellite images of New York to keep tabs on the damage done, but he hummed with a serene thoughtfulness in Sue's ear like they only had one easy thing to focus on with all the time in the world. He didn't need her rushing just to get him smacked back into her office. He spread a hand down her arm to guide her to his stretched in front of them, waiting to be shaped at the whim of her imagination-- or just her autocratic necessity, however she was approaching this task. It was probably the latter. They could work on the imagination later. "Just point me in the right direction," he encouraged. Okay, maybe he was showing off. Nobody else would appreciate the suit as much as Sue, though. Even Steve, who was generally easy to impress with something shiny, seemed to find it a bit creepy.