When it was their turn at the coffee table, Nick dutifully dropped to his knees, shrugged out of his jacket, and leaned in with his elbow on the table. He flexed his robo-fingers experimentally and thought about his chances here. Guess it depended on Misty's last upgrade, the materials used in each of their artificial limbs, how well his already damaged arm would hold up to the strain. Stark tech versus Stark tech, shame Tony wasn't here to watch them. Actually probably better that he wasn't. One of them was likely to make a fool of themselves.