Ianto rarely left the office unless told by either Tony or Jack and Gwen. There was certainly enough to handle there, with all the paperwork he had to slog through (Tony's 'playboy shenanigans' often had more than just property damage repercussions), and he didn't mind working overtime because being there was fascinating despite occasional (frequent) massive piles of paperwork. He enjoyed it probably more than he should have, but eventually someone told him to take a break.
This time it had been his own body. He sneezed rather noisily into a handkerchief, sighing miserably. He'd someone managed to catch a nasty cold in early fall. Typical, and now he had to find a way not to pass out when he came back into work.
Granted, he probably shouldn't even have been working on a Sunday.
He jumped as he heard a loud clanging noise. He pulled his gun out of the back of his trousers and sidled around the corner. He immediately relaxed when he noticed the Iron Man suit, gun-arm flopping to his side. He rolled his eyes, leaning up against the brick wall.