Father/Daughter Woods BadASS Time
It might have gotten dire there. If the creatures had kept on coming. If they hadn't found the door. If the door hadn't lead to the right place.
If.
But they had found the door and Tony was landing on the familiar wooden floors, dropping Gwen off first thing to slam the door shut behind him because nothing had ever gotten through the doors yet that shouldn't have been, but that didn't mean that he was going to chance it.
The armor shed from him at the same time, until he was just Tony again -- arc reactor, t-shirt, slightly sweaty hair. He hadn't escaped getting dirty back there, and that was something of a shame. "Not a woodsy retreat," he agreed, not loving it. "You okay?" She looked fine though, considering. It'd been almost more fun than it had been dangerous at the end there, but he still felt like he ought to ask. "I think it's time for that exfoliant."