Sharon reached out to one of her agents and took his rifle-cannon, turning around and pointing it at the red and gold suit. The expression on her face was sub-arctic cold and sharp enough to kill. "You are in violation of a direct order given to you by the Director of SHIELD to maintain your quarantine. You have also interfered with a mission and put lives at risk, which could be considered contempt at best, treason at worse. And finally, you took our technology without clearance, which makes that stealing. You have two choices Anthony Stark: go stand at the edge of our perimeter and give your testimony when asked, or two," she paused power up the rifle, orange light glowing from the barrel. "We see how much of an EMP blast your suit can take at point blank range."