"You're supposed to be a pilot, aren't you? Clearing out ears is part of the gig," Tony said, not looking up from the finishing touches. The suit that stood before them was his latest, a very different sort of suit from the one that he himself preferred. Still, he wanted it piloted, and he wanted it compared to Iron Man, so he'd put out the call to the man who wanted something to do with his life since he lost his woman.
The suit was an inch taller than the normal Iron Man armor, but a fifth as thick and heavy. The lighter armor was so clear it almost looked transluscent in areas, though it was still foggy. It was silver and darker gray, and although significantly less damage resistant than the usual armor, it was easier to get into and didn't need Jarvis to operate it at full capacity. It was a backup suit, something to be used if everything else went to hell.
He took a step back, wiping his slightly greasy hands on a towel, then nodded to the pilot. "So. Here we are. Man, meet machine."