"Tony—!!"
The emotion on Pepper's face froze. Grinding her teeth, she flew into a fury like a bristling cat and slapped him across the face.
Unfortunately, she had underestimated the gap between friend and foe. The instant her outstretched palm struck the helmet, a sharp pain shot through it, and a tear sprang to the corner of her eye.
"Ugh..."
"Uh, Pepper..."
Tony hurriedly descended from the air, coaxing and persuading the fuming Pepper until he finally pushed her out of the room and got her to leave for the time being.
Opposite him, Finn, Ratso, and Chow all drew their electronic swords at once, yet none of them thought the things could actually damage that suit of armor.
"Hey, what do we do? This guy dances like garbage, but he's actually this fast!"
As the king of dance—self-proclaimed—Finn brushed back his red hair and had no choice but to admit that Tony's reaction speed really was a little too fast.
"Everyone, be careful! That armor of his is flashy as hell. One look and you can tell it's the latest model!"
The armor before them was clearly different from the previous ones, and Chow, behind his yellow glasses, was so envious he could die.
Ratso stayed silent. Only after a large number of Shadowkhan Ninjas emerged from the shadows did he "sneakily" follow behind them, raising his sword as he charged at Tony.
"Chow, he doesn't really think Tony can't see him, does he?"
Holding his electronic sword in a daze, Finn looked utterly speechless. Seriously, Ratso? Stop already! Think about your build!
"Uh... you know, maybe he just wants to use himself to draw Tony Stark's attention so those Shadowkhan Ninjas can show their strength better!"
The corner of Chow's mouth twitched as he spouted nonsense even he