"If I get it off I can port us somewhere safe," he argued under his breath, but it was clear he knew he couldn't get it off himself, it was just something that made him feel he was doing something.
"Ah-hey-" he protested quietly at being dragged about like a dog, pulling away once he was in the room, stumbling into a small fridge. Eyes widening and hunger stirring he peered inside, frowning for a brief moment before waving to Tony. They were labeled 'Stark'.