At least some of the details worked themselves out. Tony hadn't had the experience of hotwiring a bus in his long life and thought that was something of an accomplishment that he didn't mean to tarnish. Actually, there was a thought, maybe they didn't have to turn them on at all. They had to get a bus back to the museum somehow, or Noriko here, but they didn't have to take that risk-- maybe they didn't have to take any of them. "Hey, I had a thought," Iron Man said, head cocked, and waved a dismissive hand at the busted door. "Instead of hauling the traffic, I could just lift the bu--" The door burst in a shower of splinters, three bodies falling through it at once and piling onto Iron Man with gnashing teeth and nails, more following and stumbling over each other to get a bite of fresh meat. Iron Man hit the opposite wall like a ragdoll in his surprise, pushing ineffectually at the starved beasts, his hands sinking into sickly soft, rotting skin that tore away at the touch. It was a shitty idea anyway.