Clementine, she didn't recognize the woman walking in behind James as the woman from that Tower going ablaze, on account of that woman not wearing some bright metal suit. But sitting there, looking up from where Penny had come and sat real close, she recognized the man James was carrying just fine. She'd never read a damn comic book in her life, never seen a hero movie, but she was so damn much a part of this world now, and so was the man hanging there lifeless.
"Whatever took down that Tower, it finally get him?" She asked it standing, to James, and real familiar as she neared.
Southern hospitality said it was time to be making introductions, Penny to James, and Penny to the woman looking like life might be falling on account of this man, but Clementine stared some instead, and Tony Stark was looking real death and heavy as she moved to let James set the man on the couch. She reckoned she maybe she should argue about his neck, too, that the floor or table would be a whole lot better for any spine injury present. Clementine, she didn't bother with saying that any at all. The way James was carrying this man, well, there wasn't a whole lot of hope for that spine.
"You set him on down to the couch, James, and you pull a chair on up for the lady." Because manners, sometimes they stuck in your craw, even in bad times.
Clementine waited for that body to be set down, and she reckoned Penny would come look too. But this, seeing someone near dead, it was her job, and she had a real good track record for fighting folks back; she had an even better track record for telling when they wouldn't be coming back, no matter how much fighting was done over them. And this man on the couch, this man was dead as nails.
Hands quick on her kit, she listened for vitals, took temperature, palpated and looked for bleeding internally at gut and chest. She even pin tested this damn man, and there wasn't a thing. His temperature was a few degrees down, which made her frown. She knew how long since she'd talked to James, and this man's body should be starting to warm back to the surrounding temperature. He was too damn cold to have died on the way over, and there wasn't no lividity, no pooling, no fluids outside the body. Wasn't even a hint of rigor setting in, but the man still didn't have a lick of living in him.
"James, honey, you want to say what happened?" She looked over at Penny, wondering if this made as little damn sense to her. "Penny's good folks. She won't say a thing."