we're on an ARMOR mission or smth
There was still more of that sticky biofluid behind her ear, making Tony mutter, "Just a little more, lie back and think of England," as he teased up the edge of it, gently holding the length of her hair up with the other hand while he tried to rip the nuisance off as quickly as he could like a bandaid, taking the fine hairs there with it to be tossed into the fire before Tony held a soothing hand over the abused patch. His armor had taken the hit for him, still covered but heaped carelessly where he disengaged it to get away from the fluid squeamishly a few feet away. Not everyone was so forward thinking.