He frowned, eyes darting back the way they had come before padding after the Avenger. His stomach grumbled, and he wondered how much time had passed since he'd been snatched. Stark wasn't looking too good. And did he really mean his heart? There was the battery, oh god that was...messed up.
A hand continued to fiddle with his collar as he followed. He could actually be of use if he could get the stupid thing off. "Where are we?" he mumbled, finding walking more difficult then he remembered.