Father/Daughter Woods Bad Time
"You want one?" Tony asked, voice pitched high in question, because something had to make up for the fact that his voice was a little mechanical behind his helmet. But frankly, he'd been working on and off on some armor for Gwen for a while now. And Christmas was coming up. Listen, he liked building things for people he loved. But it'd be more fun if she had some input to give, too. He liked those Father - Daughter dates they had where they just worked on stuff and drank copious amounts off coffee until Steve started looking a little concerned.
Yeah. Apparently the toothy beasts really did have to drool a lot and Tony wasn't into it, particularly when the HUD zoomed in on it on one of the screens to his left. "Gingivitis is a terrible disease," he said, even as his repulsors powered up in a whine. "Game face," he told her and then didn't wait for a second for the things to drop down on them -- instead aiming shots one after the other at the things in the trees.
The first shots hit and the creatures fell and Tony figured they'd be done with this and ready to complain about nature again in no time. But then they started actively dodging and slipping into the few shadows there were left anymore.