"Could you at least try to keep him from demolishing my building? I was just getting used to it." Tony's reply was droll, barely attentive with the agents around him clamouring and trying to catch up with what they were seeing on their screens. He had just been alerted of a disturbance and called into the security hub seconds before his cell phone rang, and with it pressed to his ear he watched the flurry of destruction happen through the halls like someone had released a hurricane.
"We've got him. Level 3 High Pressure Training Facility West Hall heading North, averaging speeds of--" "Yeah, keep talking, that's not wasting time," Tony muttered, already half way to the door, missing the flood of battle-ready agents filling the halls on the screens behind him.
It was strangely quiet in the hall where Iron Man touched down, all of SHIELD's efforts to contain the threat concentrated around where he had already wreaked his havoc. There was only the low pulse of the red high priority warning lights, and all of the noise was contained in Iron Man's helmet after he had scanned the scene then clicked his faceplate in place. "I need your eyes, Quicksilver, what am I looking for?" he asked irritably over the stream of negative and confused reports from the agents.