"That's... Yeah." Words failed him, but what was there to say? Despite the outer semi-calm appearance he showed, internally his mind was running in a million directions as he tried to figure out what they had to do. It was impossible to know how long the generators were going to last, and judging by the weather it seemed even harder to know when the snow would let up. They were going to need to be smart about how they were going to use their supplies.
Because, from the looks of t, they were trapped for the foreseeable future. The idea made his palms sweaty, his stomach feeling like it was twisting into knots; despite the fact that Afghanistan had happened years ago, it was hard to be okay with feeling like he didn't have a way out.
"Charlie, I think we should power down whatever doesn't have to be on so we can save power." Turning to her, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Can you take care of that? I'll go look at the generators right now and see how they're holding up."
Turning to Clint, "We probably need to get supplies - can you start looking for whatever we can use?" Food. Blankets. Layers of clothes. If the heat were to fail them...
Fuck.
"We can help you look, too. We just need to start saving the power." Besides, Tony knew Clint would do a good job.