In fact, it was not just Shang-Chi who was bewildered; Stark, hovering in midair, was equally confused.
He was not the one fighting this battle at all.
Indeed, he was currently standing in midair in his suit, facing Strange, but in reality, he was studying the experimental data on the display before him.
The reason was that no version of Stark from any universe could tolerate such excessive mockery. As Schiller had said, the three best keywords for provoking Stark were money, masculinity, and telling him he was not as good as his father.
Strange's loose mouth had not only stepped precisely on every landmine, but had also taken the initiative to dig deeper and drag Stark's daughter Helen into it. That made Stark furious. Even if she was not actually his daughter, he could not accept the idea that he might embarrass his own daughter.
So Stark had Jarvis arm him, threw the first punch in his suit, and then heard Jarvis's voice in his ear. "Sir, as usual?"
Stark had trained in combat, and he was quite skilled at it. At the time, his mind was entirely focused on fighting. Jarvis's sudden question caught him off guard, and afraid of giving himself away, he merely grunted in acknowledgment.
What happened next had little to do with him.
The suit moved on its own, and it moved smoothly. Then a mass of experimental data appeared before his eyes, scrolling downward at a speed perfectly suited to his reading habits.
Once Stark realized that he could not control the suit at all, his first reaction was mild panic.
Iron Man had never told anyone, but one of his top three fears was his suit going out of control.
To prevent a weapon so far ahead of its time from running