Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[The rain starts to spatter on the red chrome (gold alloy) and Tony stares at her, expression temporarily frozen in one of total horror as he realized that he could have lost her right there in one twisted crash and total chaos, and he probably wouldn't have even known, even been told, for hours. He had just assumed (I assumed you were safe) and that assumption had been wrong, really wrong, because she almost got taken to God knows where (What were you doing in there) and he saw the terrorized eyes of the people that just came out of that ship, even if he would have pretended he didn't and been flippant about it if anyone asked. Sure, he probably would have died for those people, but that didn't mean he knew them, or thought of them as anything other than people more important than him like eighty percent of humanity. They are not her, she's a whole different league, a different class of person, and that makes no sense at all. She cannot be there. She just can't.
Tony says some of that aloud, none of it that makes it into the comm, but some of it, he doesn't even know how much.
He steps forward, puts a hand behind her back, and then in a faint, smooth sound of elegant machinery working, bends slightly and picks her up in his arms.]