With the sai away and his whole body tense, it was all Tony could do to not slump over, worn out already. Instead, he gave a kind of loopy laugh to her comment, wishing he was anywhere else hearing those words. As soon as the ropes loosened, though, his expression was hardened again and he was watching Elektra closely out of the corner of his eye, breathing too fast and too shallow. The satellites were back. He knew his exact coordinates and the dimensions of the room and where the twins were and that he had 49 unchecked messages. 50.
He wasn't quite ready to follow that order, but he forced himself to stand and keeping the sway to a minimum-- one foot stamping back to hard and fast to find his balance. "Do I get a handicap this time?" he asked, finding his charming smile somewhere in his swimming head, cracking his lip again, not quite taking a defensive stance. If he could keep her chatting just a minute longer, Iron Man would be on top of her. Only one hand raised, fingers wiggling at his stomach, just waiting to curl into a fist.