The shop hadn't suffered much damage, not the most opportune looting location, but the front windows had to be boarded making it dark inside even during the day while the power rolled off again. Tony's building fared even better, rarely occupied as it was and somewhat out of the way of the bigger outbreak in the denser parts of the city. Observational note: during the next outbreak, head to the Upper East Side and camp in luxury. The luck of only having to clean out his rotting fridge wasn't comforting, though; a few blocks away, his Tower was in pieces down 8th and eventually Tony was going to have to clean up that mess, too. That was going to be an ongoing project, the physical damage just the first spark, but it would come after all of the outlying boroughs had clean water like he had secured for Manhattan. Sweeping the Bagel Shop, in comparison, didn't seem like such a chore to Tony.
Another helicopter passed overhead as he stood outside, making him squint up as the shadow slithered over him and listen for the report ("All civilians are encouraged to move South to reach S.H.I.E.L.D. or U.S. Military checkpoints. Clear areas have been marked with orange flags. Do not attempt to return to your homes if you are not inside a clear area. Repeat: all civilians..."). It hardly changed for a week now, but there was less of them in Manhattan as the first strike clean-up efforts moved steadily outward from S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. As the chopper disappeared behind the shimmering skyscrapers, Tony turned to look up at the upper windows of the shop, wondering if Steve was in or out helping with the relief efforts at the camps like he usually reported. The windows were wide open, to let the air pass through, Tony guessed, in this relentless heat that must have been suffocating up in the studio, making his shoulders droop and force him to consider a new tactic. He could come back later, when Cap reported in again from somewhere else. There was a lot he could be doing, anyway.