"I'm good," Tony grunted at Spidey's prompting, obviously more frustrated than particularly panicked. He was a little more sure of his armor vs. human teeth, even deranged ones, but was still hugely relieved when two of them were pulled off and he only had one left to drag to the floor with him in a headlock. Across the hall, more tried to reach through the webbing across the doorway, chewing on the threads and getting stuck in their tacky glue. Tony grimaced behind his mask and pushed himself to his feet, hauling his zombie with him, still gnashing under his arm and flailing ineffectually. How the hell had a whole party ended up in that dark little room? The creepy lone walker with all of the keys must have been running a tight ship.
"As I was saying," Iron Man panted, dragging his quarry toward the next door, this one with a great big window beside it looking into an empty, zombie-free room, "I could lift the bus. Or something lighter." He shoved the groaning captive into the uncharacteristically pristine waiting room and slammed the door shut on him, holding it tightly against the zombie's frustrated assault. "It doesn't have to be a vehicle if we skip the roads entirely," Iron Man finally got to finish his thought. Wait, that wasn't right. Why wasn't the guy he trapped moaning and flinging himself at the door in hungry desperation? Iron Man leaned over to peer through the window, watching him shuffle the other way entirely with certain drone-like intent. That wasn't right at all.