Look! Only 3 days this time!
And Wash didn't follow up on Tony's grazing of alcoholism. He'd already marked himself as completely sacrificial in this job. (This is, of course, before he becomes any important parental figure in any little girl's life.)
While Wash wasn't really a gun guy, there was some micron of comfort given by the words 'battle armor'. Granted, he didn't know that this was the lighter less protecting version.
"Huh," he replied eloquently as he studied the circle on his palm. He traced it with his other armored fingers. "So no giving enthusiastic high-fives, then."
Wash heard the clicks echo in his ears as the world was suddenly dark. He took a breath during the moment of dark, stuffiness. Then there was a whir in his ear as a slight breeze blew on his face, circulating oxygen throughout the suit.
His eyes shot open at the disorienting visuals. Numbers, Wash could do. He was good at numbers. This...was a lot of numbers. He swayed a little as he looked to where Tony's voice had come from. He caught himself and put his hand in view of the display.
He turned it over looking at the propulsion devise on his palm with new eyes and information. Then he turned it away with a flinch. It would be like him to accidentally shoot himself in the face.
"Yeesh," he whispered with that thought.
He wiggled his body to get a feel for the extra weight it carried. Though that weight was now definitely buffered by the powered up suit. He heard the tell-tale sound of hydraulics as he moved his arms and legs. He felt the extra boost that allowed his movements some help in being smoother and less of a struggle.
His first step was shaky. He started by overcompensating then under compensating, flailing his arms wildly to seek balance.
"Wah! Yi dwei da buen chuo roh!*" he chastised himself as he sought control.
He then took another breath and assumed the same calm he forced himself in when flying. With extreme patience he took several steps without falling down. Acclimating easily after that, he laughed in the success of such a seemingly small feat.
"Good news!" he announced. "I haven't thrown up...yet!" He grinned. He still limited his head movements to prevent that likelihood increasing.